As Qiu Yan's words fell, the Literary Web's Thought Threads grew ever clearer, coiling around his fingers. With a sweep of his hand through the air, a character emerged—
Fortune!
The moment the character formed, everyone around felt a surging, majestic force, like a carriage charging forward with unstoppable momentum.
"The Dragon Vein bears fortune, and a dynasty's mandate is passed down through it. The Dao Master seeks to use words and methods to throw the realm's hearts into disorder, making the Dragon Vein lurch and cast off the dynasty's mandate upon it, turning it into ownerless things. Every sect possesses abundant resources, far beyond those of any individual. When they see scattered fortune, they can collect it under seemingly reasonable rules. In the end, fortune can only continue flowing toward ever larger sects and schools. Those weak organizations and individuals will merely drown in the claim that everyone possesses fortune, becoming easier to provoke. Fortune will find it harder to gather against the sects and schools, growing increasingly fragmented and unable to become a force."
The Yin-Yang Dao Master shook her head. "Throughout history, quite a few have sought to gain and establish a state, but there have not been many who focused solely on national fortune."
Qiu Yan shook his head as well and tapped with one finger. The strokes of the character "fortune" twisted and wound like a divine dragon winding its way forward. He said, "No one caring does not mean it never existed. It is like the principles governing the movement of heaven, earth, and stars. No matter how much people understand them, they continue to operate as they are. Yet if perception is twisted, it instead gives rise to Divine Abilities and transcendent powers. Transcendent powers draw strength from mortals and all things, then