Lin Heng understood. The other Dao Eye had become a Fortune Vessel.
In other words, at least one share of fortune had already been seized by the Left Faction of Martial Arts. The other eye was on him, which meant the one in their hands was incomplete.
The information he had received today was simply too vast and tangled.
First, he had gained a new understanding of the divisions within the Martial Path. The Left Faction's intentions were far from pure—they sought fortune and sabotaged the progress of the Civilizing Mandate.
Second, the Medical Path had played the role of a Red-Faced Ghost in all this. Those brutes from the Martial Path could never have brought forth the Calamity Black Mist. The Medical Path was undoubtedly behind it.
The Female Emperor must have grasped some clue, which was why she could not wait to bring down the axe on the Medical Clans of the Eastern Continent. Thus, the Medical Path's role in this was beyond measure.
Finally, there was the Struggle for Fortune. It appeared to be a Fortune Division, with fortune falling upon different people, yet it represented clashes between Different Epochs.
Lin Heng's mind was now a complete mess. Ideas kept being overturned, then overturned again, leaving him with a sense of helplessness. Every time he thought he had parted the clouds and seen through the fog, another veil would always be draped over everything.
It let you faintly grasp something, yet left you unable to see beyond the haze.
Take the simplest question: Medical Ancestor Xiao Juming... was he a good man, or a bad one?
They all said the Medical Ancestor's love knew no bounds, that he possessed the heart of a sage. Yet he had been the originator behind the division of the Alchemy-Medical Path,