But Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng were both Celestial-level powerhouses whose cultivation verged on the miraculous. They had gained some insight: perhaps the Supreme Scepter's supposed tendency to bring harm upon its master stemmed precisely from the fortunes of the Hundred Clans.
Or rather, the Supreme Scepter could not truly be called a bane to its master. Those who wielded it were not, in fact, its masters. Even if they met with misfortune, it could only be said that they had been harmed and burdened by the Supreme Scepter—not that it had brought harm upon its master.
As for the reason, the fortunes of the Hundred Clans certainly sounded wonderful. If one could claim this Supreme Divine Artifact for oneself, one might even use it to unify the Hundred Clans and accomplish an eternal feat of greatness.
Yet success was Xiao He, and failure was Xiao He. It was precisely the vast, chaotic current of the Hundred Clans' fortunes that made it exceedingly difficult for the Supreme Scepter to acknowledge a master.
Even if one obtained this artifact, if one carried the fortune of only a single clan—like the great expert who had forged the Supreme Scepter, like Huai Queen, or the former Tiantian Clan chieftain—then one would possess only the fortune of one clan.
As a result, one would instead be suppressed, oppressed, and even slain by the fortunes of the other Hundred Clans.
It was somewhat like how the people of the Hundred Clans were suppressed by the Human Clan's great fortune. Likewise, a person from a single clan would be suppressed by the fortunes of the other clans within the Supreme Scepter. The principle was the same.
Unless there was someone who could use supreme divine powers and mighty strength to subdue the Hundred Clans, unite them