Deep within Golden Ao Island.
In the void, a gigantic golden vortex slowly revolved.
The vortex was golden yellow. Countless golden light threads surged out from within it, stretching to every corner of Golden Ao Island and reaching the abodes of the Interception Sect Myriad Immortals.
Each thread was a strand of fortune.
Each strand of fortune was the karma of an Interception Sect disciple.
That vortex was the Interception Sect's Fortune Hub.
The incense, merit, and fortune accumulated by the Interception Sect over countless ages had all converged there.
Yet though the vortex was vast and flourishing, it was like a candle flame in the wind, wavering unsteadily.
A rootless duckweed.
Ever shifting, gathering and dispersing.
That was the true picture of the Interception Sect's fortune.
Xuandu stood before the vortex, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair falling over his shoulders.
He gazed at the wavering vortex and the countless golden light threads, his eyes as calm as still water.
He raised his hand.
The Chaos Bell slowly rose in his palm.
The bell was the color of chaos. Illusions of the sun, moon, and stars revolved across it, and the patterns of mountains, rivers, and peaks were clearly visible.
Xuandu's thoughts stirred. A strand of Spiritual Sense surged from between his brows and entered the bell.
"Buzz!"
The Chaos Bell trembled faintly. Within that tremor was a hint of submission and obedience.
He was refining it.
Refining the bell so that it would connect with his mind and merge with his bloodline.
A moment later.
Xuandu opened his eyes, a trace of satisfaction flashing through them.
The refinement was complete.
From that moment on, the Chaos Bell was his Natal Supreme Treasure, connected to his mind and following his every thought.
No matter where the bell