Although the primordial and spiritual qi of this age had been extinguished, and the world was in an era of extinguished Dharma, the path to martial transcendence had not truly been cut off. The existence of Martial Dao Secret Manuals and Martial Dao Secret Medicine proved as much.
Thus, this world's Heavenly Dao should still possess some divine power. Perhaps it truly favored some people and despised others.
This was what people meant by fortune. Favored by heaven and earth, one's fortune soared like a rainbow, and nothing could stand in one's way. Spurned by heaven and earth, one's fortune waned, and every undertaking was fraught with difficulties.
When the time was right, heaven and earth lent their strength; when fortune departed, even heroes lost their freedom.
If Zhou Zhihan was right, then the Mountain Dragon had indeed devoured a wisp of the pure dragon qi from Little Cold Mountain's dragon vein, gaining divine abilities, transcending its Flesh and Blood Body, undergoing a miraculous transformation, and leaping into the ranks of extraordinary creatures. Perhaps it truly had heaven and earth's favor.
Meng Zhao had once been an important figure, so he understood the mentality of important figures well. They were often more willing to cling to old rules than break with them, because they were already vested interests. They already possessed so much and did not want unforeseen changes.
Only those who had nothing wanted to claw their way upward through struggle, willing to pay any price for it.
Take the Mountain Dragon, for instance.
So long as it truly existed and people knew of it, whether they were clever or foolish, they could clearly see that its value was immeasurable.
Yet because of the risks involved—because they feared that killing the Mountain Dragon would shatter their noble aura and