"I want a method to make up for my fortune..."
Huang Wuxuan repeated the Mysterious Stone Tablet's instructions one by one.
The stone lion did not move its mouth. Only the faint ghostly glimmers passing through its eyes showed that it possessed a measure of intelligence.
"Crack, crack, crack."
A sound seemed to drift over.
"Good. It seems the guest came prepared."
"This is the method for replenishing fortune. The guest need only leave your true name upon this contract."
The stone lion's abdomen suddenly transformed into a vortex.
It spat out an object wrapped in strange patterns.
A contract resembling an invitation appeared before him.
The writing upon it consisted of plain, easily understood spirit script.
Spirit script knew no distinction between ancient and modern. Any cultivator who had entered the Dao could understand it by probing it with their own spiritual aura or divine sense.
"I understand."
He glanced over the contract. It was simple, without any unnecessary elaboration.
The method of suppressing fortune was a divine ability.
After Huang Wuxuan wrote down his name,
it felt as though an empty space had opened within his heart.
He vaguely sensed that a portion of his lifespan had slipped away, flowing toward some unknown place.
Yet at the same time, he sensed a divine ability being reflected within his sea of consciousness.
"This divine ability may only be cultivated by you alone. Guest, remember this well—do not casually pass it on to others. The karmic consequences would be difficult to bear."
Seeing how readily he agreed, the stone lion offered a reminder.
Had other ignorant cultivators come here, things would not have been so simple.
He had obtained what he needed.
The process had been absurdly easy.
But Huang Wuxuan did not believe it was because that stone lion