A Scroll Painting That Towered Over the Sky, an Eternal Historical Legend

The entire world was surrounded by the calamity aura of a heavenly disaster.

The trees had withered, schools of fish floated across the sea, and countless commoners lay sprawled across the earth. Almost all living things had vanished.

There were no wounds on their bodies. They had merely lost their fortune.

Yet fortune was one of the three great elements of life. To lose one's fortune meant they had already set foot upon death's road.

Crash!

Ning Zheng's mind was dazed and muddled. His thoughts were in disarray, his nerves churned by the terrifying impact, and heaven and earth began to turn upside down.

Two billion daily Luck Value was clearly nowhere near enough to suppress it. Ning Zheng's consciousness continued to sink, slowly assimilating into another Emperor Chang Jin.

It was like standing in a swamp and watching helplessly as he sank deeper and deeper, plunging into the abyss of endless chaotic thoughts.

"This battle isn't over just because we won. We're still fighting like mad."

"The essence of a battle of fortune is a clash of fortune—to see whose fortune is stronger and who can suppress the other."

"This isn't a contest of flesh and blood, fists and feet, martial arts, or divine abilities."

"Is this a matter of comparing whose is bigger? I need even more Luck Value—a colossal amount of Luck Value to suppress it. I've already used up my entire stockpile."

Ning Zheng swept his gaze across the sky around him.

The heavy clouds were filled with turbidity, filth, and deathly energy soaked in Karma Threads.

Whoosh!

He opened the fortune gambling table and began absorbing the fog-like body of this massive fortune-energy lifeform whose fortune core had been plucked away.

+10 million.

+10 million.

+10 million.

Terrifying numbers rapidly flashed as the fortune stored