It was as though they had seen filth surging in waves, sins entwined with evil—an utterly polluted sight.
Blood-red. Black mist.
Both eyes displayed such a scene.
That sight alone would not have seemed like much.
But the moment they saw it, the sense of rejection was unmistakable.
"Why is it so strange? Normally, the body of fortune formed from golden fortune shouldn't undergo such a change."
"Could it be that this fortune has already transformed into something ominous, and all that golden fortune is merely a layer of disguise?"
"But the problem is, we can't enter it either. If it changes, what can we do?"
"What's going on? Why do I feel like this fortune turtle's eyes are so horrifying..."
An old cultivator pondered aloud.
Then inspiration struck him. "I remember an ancient tale. It seems this is a kind of fortune backlash."
"Because the heavenly secrets and karmic consequences calculated were too great, and the consequences too severe, they manifested upon one's fortune as well. The backlash would not only strike the person himself—the fortune of his sect and lineage would also be implicated..."
This old cultivator usually enjoyed studying ancient and obscure tales. The stranger and more unique they were, the more he delighted in them.
Some recognized his face and had heard of the old cultivator's reputation.
Place some ancient thing that no one recognized before him, and he could explain it from beginning to end.
Hearing this,
quite a few people immediately believed him.
"Fortune backlash? There was such a price?"
There were quite a few capable people among the cultivators present.
"I think I've heard of it too. In the art of divining destinies, there was once someone who wanted to curse an entire generation. But later, because that curse hexagram was too great..."