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To extract luck, Yi Chen and the Shadow Emperor worked around the clock, operating at full force twenty-four hours a day.

The process went extremely smoothly too.

In just a little over twenty days, they successfully drained the luck of more than three hundred members of the Earth Tree Race until only a sliver remained.

This brought the reserves of luck in Yi Chen's Qi Sea to an utterly terrifying level.

Under normal circumstances, if he extracted luck from the rules of the Heavenly Dao, he would have to do it continuously for fifty years to draw out this much luck.

Yi Chen followed his usual practice and merged half of it into his already powerful personal luck.

"This time, I merged half of the luck I extracted into my own luck. As for the remaining half, I plan to split it in two. One half will be kept for emergencies. The other half, I intend to transfer to you."

Yi Chen sent a voice transmission to the Shadow Emperor. "Do you plan to use it all up, or merge it into your own luck?"

"Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty! I want to merge all of it into my own luck."

The Shadow Emperor was ecstatic.

This was the luck of more than three hundred members of the Earth Tree Race.

And the lowest among them was still over Level 160.

The higher one's realm and strength, the stronger one's luck.

A quarter of it still amounted to the luck of more than eighty members of the Earth Tree Race.

It was practically getting rich overnight.

Following His Majesty didn't just mean getting soup to drink—there was meat to eat too!

"Fine!"

If it were Yi Chen, he would definitely have leaned toward using half during operations and