Fortune surged like rolling waves, gradually turning seven-colored as it circled above his head without departing. Its vast, mighty connections stretched all the way to the Five Marshes in the south, where the seven-colored fortune was even denser.
The origin of the Marshlands' fortune was not without cause, nor was this memorial submission entirely Qiu Yan's achievement.
The instant Qiu Yan sensed the fortune, a voice reached him. "After this great calamity, the Marshlands and Great Rui will be one from this day forth. But you had best not forget what you promised this god."
Qiu Yan replied in his mind, "The merging of peoples does not mean one side exterminating the other, but drawing upon each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses. Even after a thousand years, the cultural imprints that should remain will still be etched deep into the bones. Marsh Ancestor, rest assured. Some changes will still be unavoidable, though, and Qiu cannot remain here forever."
"This god knows that. Donghua now faces a great calamity; together, both sides benefit. Otherwise, if Great Rui falls, the Marshlands cannot survive alone." This voice had come from none other than the Seven-Colored Marsh Ancestor.
Though she was protected by that strange girl, she found it hard to sever her ties with Donghua. Not only had she not left, she intended to act and lend her strength. In this manner, she helped Qiu Yan gather fortune and aid the Star Lords on the front line!
"You appear to be gathering Donghua's fortune. Are you planning to support the Star Lords in the heavens against that great power of the starry sky?" At that moment, a voice crossed a great distance and reached Qiu Yan's ears directly.
Qiu Yan did not slow his steps as his thoughts turned back.