Raising the Fortune Pillar at the Altar, Luo Shan Splits the Netherworld

"Why did the Dragon Court's Human Emperor suddenly decide to confer a divine title?"

Early in the morning, quite a few Daoists had gathered around the altar in the outskirts of Prosperity Capital. Among them was Daoist Flying Tiger of the Spirit-Sealing Dao, with a young Daoist following at his side. The youth was speaking in a low voice.

Daoist Flying Tiger pondered for a moment before saying, "Conferring divine titles is no simple matter for the Human Emperor. The rank bestowed determines how much Fortune is apportioned away. But Great Rui has only recently pacified the Northern Frontier and its momentum is soaring. Its territory has swallowed the Grasslands, and the Fortune of countless tribes has been added to the dynasty. Even if some is divided away, it may not be a bad thing."

The two each sat in a chair, with tables beside them laden with fruit.

Quite a few Daoists nearby received the same treatment. There were not many of them, and the tables and chairs had been arranged without any pattern, like scattered pearls strewn around the altar.

The young Daoist nodded slightly at this, then narrowed his eyes and stared toward the center of the altar. Many people were already standing there, making preparations. A ritual for conferring godhood was no trifling matter, especially one led by a dynasty. Naturally, its rites would not be simple and would involve many people and matters.

"I can faintly sense Fortune gathering," the young Daoist said. As he watched, a rapt expression appeared on his face. From the ancient relief patterns carved into the stone altar, he caught traces of a vast current of Fortune. "It truly intoxicates the heart and stirs longing. If I could receive the blessing of this Fortune, then even leaving aside the Water