Thirty-Six Arts

"This is..."

"The Karmic Dao?"

The moment Fang Qing formed a hand seal, his Spiritual Sense seemed to connect with an invisible web above him. Its threads stretched dense and unbroken, shrouding heaven and earth.

It seemed nothing in the world could move without becoming entangled in this "web of fate."

"The Karmic Dao... Such a powerful Karmic Dao. I'd believe it if someone told me an Immortal Lord left this behind..."

He stroked the tome in his hand, but his expression suddenly changed. "No... This half of the inheritance is tied to the Karmic Dao. There's a karmic debt attached to it!"

"The other half seems to have fallen into the hands of a demon beast here on Eyebrow Mountain..."

"And whoever obtains the Thirty-Six Arts of Mount Mei must earn three hundred external merits for Old Man of Mount Mei... Otherwise, their fortune declines and a deadly tribulation comes calling. That's what happened to the Red-Brow Old Daoist. Once he got the techniques, all he wanted was a carefree life. He never bothered with any of that, and so the Karmic Dao led him to me?"

Even though Fang Qing was only an incarnation of Golden Nature, his standing was extraordinarily high.

Divining the affairs of a low-level cultivator was as easy as reaching out and taking something from his palm.

As he calculated, he even glimpsed more scenes of the future.

"If I want the other half of the scripture, I can have it at once... That demon beast hasn't cultivated good karma either. And there's a blood debt between us..."

"For a world so tightly bound by Causality, chance encounters are everywhere... Both my predecessor and the Red-Brow Old Daoist stumbled upon extraordinary opportunities one after another. Something is clearly wrong."

"Or perhaps... without realizing it,