The carriage sped through the void, and not a single person along the way dared block its path.
Even when the Asura Clan's powerful cultivators saw the carriage pass, none dared step forward to stop it.
They knew this carriage. The one seated within was that peerless ruthless figure who had just slaughtered the Asura Clan's ten foundation-level prodigies.
They did not dare stop it—absolutely did not dare. Whoever tried would die.
Even foundation-level prodigies had been slain by him. If they went up to block him, wouldn't that be plainly delivering themselves to death?
Time trickled by bit by bit.
"No, if I become famous in this ancient era, will my luck points increase?"
Ye Lin lay on his chair, gently swaying back and forth. As he swayed, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.
That was right. If he made a name for himself in the ancient era, would his luck increase or not?
If it did, then he could travel through different eras collecting luck. By the end, his luck would reach a terrifying height.
By then, perhaps even if he stood right in front of someone, they would not dare attack him.
The more abundant one's luck, the more the Heavenly Dao valued them.
If one dared act against someone blessed with immense luck, the prerequisite was that one's own luck could withstand it. Otherwise, the backlash of luck alone would be enough to make them suffer.
Thus, under normal circumstances, prodigies fought prodigies. It was rare for older-generation powerhouses to personally move to erase a prodigy.
However, such shameless older-generation powerhouses rarely met a good end.
Either they failed to defeat the other party and were killed in return.
Or they killed the prodigy, only for the prodigy's luck to begin its backlash, leaving them