Wu Yuan's surging fortune was not solely due to the change in Yellow Heaven. More importantly, Zhao Cheng had swallowed a dragon, drawing Heaven's loathing upon himself. Cast aside by Heaven, his enemies would naturally be favored by it.
Zhao Cheng's fortune had been severed not because Yellow Heaven's qi in the Southern Wasteland had collapsed, but because he had used the Yellow Heaven Great Method to invoke the Yellow Heaven Dharma Realm and suppress his own fortune.
In the path of fortune, suppressing one's fortune was no secret. Since antiquity, emperors had cast great cauldrons to suppress the fate of their realms, with cauldrons steadying mountains and rivers.
If one's destiny was not weighty enough, then upon meeting wind and waves, one would be tossed from pillar to post, or even suffer the loss of fortune and be overturned outright.
Only by suppressing one's fortune could one remain unmoved by the eight winds and sit watching the vast seas rage.
Yet throughout all ages, few had been able to achieve this.
Zhao Cheng had suppressed his own fortune. To anyone whose skill in reading qi was insufficient, a glance would naturally reveal waning fortune and an external tribulation. That human tribulation from afar, meanwhile, possessed surging fortune. With one waxing as the other waned, anyone who saw it would think the side with depleted fortune was doomed beyond doubt.
Though Fan Qingmeng was clever, and even a great power from legend reincarnated into the mortal world through tribulation, her roots were her roots, while her cultivation in this age was her cultivation in this age. The two could not be confused.
Though the art of reading qi was wondrous, it was ultimately not omnipotent. In fact, Fan Qingmeng could see so far only because she had spotted Zhao Cheng's