When You Want Law of Fortune, You Have to Report It First-the Great Fool, Duke of the East

You had to understand: the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans had once been so glorious that Daluo Golden Immortals were as common as oxen and horses, while Quasi-Sage mighty figures held the heavens and earth in check.

But because of their boundless Karmic Retribution, they had been reduced to barely clinging to life. They didn't even dare set foot outside their ancestral lands.

And yet, in Brother Tianlu's eyes, this Karmic Retribution—which made countless beings wary—had somehow become a good thing?

Nuwa and Yang Hui exchanged glances, at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Tianlu seemed to remember something important. He put away the scroll of Law of Fortune hanging in the air, turned to Nuwa, and said,

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, if you return to Phoenix Perch Mountain, make sure you tell that fellow Fuxi something."

Hearing this, Nuwa hurriedly nodded.

"Please, Brother Daoist."

Tianlu gave a cold snort, his domineering presence on full display.

"Tell Fuxi that if he wants to follow Di Jun and Tai Yi and start some Demon Race, if he wants to establish a clan, he has to pay me what I'm owed first!"

"If he doesn't report it to me and dares to gather the Primordial World's Law of Fortune on his own, that's smuggling!"

"I absolutely won't allow anyone to smuggle Law of Fortune!"

Hearing this utterly unreasonable speech, dripping with bandit logic, Nuwa not only didn't find it offensive—she thought it made perfect sense.

In the Primordial World, strength and connections were everything.

As the Pet of the Great Dao, Tianlu was someone even the Heavenly Dao had to give a little leeway. The rules he set were ironclad.

"Don't worry, Brother Daoist. Nuwa will relay your words to my elder brother exactly as you said them."

Nuwa gave her solemn word.

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