"You really don't know when you've been given face."
Watching thunder churn above his head, Su Tao smiled disdainfully.
After stepping into the seventh level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, he saw things far more clearly.
This world was a true prison—a prison meant to trap them here forever, until death.
And this so-called Heavenly Dao was merely a consciousness fabricated afterward by the one who built this prison.
That consciousness could do nothing more than mobilize the power of the entire prison at any time to suppress those who resisted.
However, while Su Tao was not yet a match for this thing head-on, he could now leave this place whenever he wished, leave this prison whenever he wished.
Only now did he finally understand why even those mighty Quasi-Saints at the seventh level in the Central Region could not escape this prison.
Cultivating through fortune was nothing but a trap laid by this prison.
Kingdoms, imperial dynasties, imperial empires?
It had the final say over fortune.
And the rulers of imperial dynasties were merely its playthings.
Because where did an imperial dynasty's ruler's fortune come from?
It came entirely from the thing above their heads. It could be said that neither the ruler of an imperial dynasty nor the lofty ruler of a sacred dynasty could ever leave this place through their own strength.
You used the power someone else gave you, yet dreamed of smashing their prison?
Wasn't that simply a sickness of the mind?
Ever since he had sacrificed the entire Great Frost Imperial Dynasty, allowing his cultivation to enter the sixth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm and completely severing himself from fortune, Su Tao had already gained the qualifications to leave this place.
Now he understood. He understood everything.
Those who followed the path of fortune cultivation