"the same Fate Grid?"
Though he had some suspicions when he heard his Grandmaster and Senior Uncle, An Jing still didn't dare voice such an outrageous conclusion. "So, was it just a coincidence?"
"Hard to say."
Ming Heguang took a sip of wine. This time, Chenyinzi didn't glare at him. The veteran True Person narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "If it really is Clear Mirror Still Water, then I'd say there's an eighty percent chance Xiao Bei's Fate Grid came from Junior Brother Suran."
"Senior Nephew, you know that when a powerful martial artist falls, their Array Realm shatters, turning into a vast amount of Spirit Fiend that ravages the land. It then reshapes the local environment, either creating Calamity Land or giving rise to blessed ground..."
"what about the Fate Grid, then? Would Heaven take it back?"
Ming Heguang shook his head and said gravely, "Of course not. A Fate Grid is bestowed by Heaven, and it already drifts between heaven and earth. Why would it need to be reclaimed? The Fate Grids of fallen martial artists have always sought out suitable candidates nearby—those who meet the requirements. That's also the principle behind how our sect's Grotto-Heavens restrain Fate Grids and turn them to the sect's use."
"Fate Lands, Life Artifacts, and even those who bear a Fate Grid all work the same way."
"so..."
An Jing looked at Xiao Bei, who was flitting about nearby, and mused, "This little Demon Spirit just happened to inherit Uncle Suran's Fate Grid?"
"Exactly."
Chenyinzi let out a long sigh. "And that child Suran most likely fell somewhere near that sea... Heguang, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go look again. Someone else might have already dealt with the remains, but you might still find the Spirit Fiend anomaly