This mass of fortune was incomparably vast, towering between heaven and earth. It lay across the middle of the pitch-black path, blocking the way ahead without leaving the slightest gap, obstructing the fine strands of consciousness divided from the hair.
All of these were Qiu Yan's consciousness.
And this path led straight to the core of the Tribulation Baleful Origin.
The threads of consciousness were like feelers, spreading and probing. At the same time, they fed Qiu Yan all manner of information, allowing him to understand the circumstances and the situation, and to learn what kind of thing was blocking his consciousness from advancing.
The fortune he had mobilized was broad and boundless. It was the Human Path fortune of the countless living beings in that sealed world within the Land of the Divine Remains. It encompassed everything and contained many mysteries. When he had first obtained it, even Qiu Yan had marveled at its immensity.
Yet compared with the fortune blocking the road, this fortune was merely a witch before a great shaman. It did not even amount to one percent of the other's size.
"The Human Path fortune of the Land of the Divine Remains is immense compared to the fortune I obtained myself, yet before this road-blocking fortune, it is nothing at all. And to the Tribulation Baleful Intent, this blocking fortune should only be a drop in the ocean..."
As his thoughts flickered, the fortune Qiu Yan had sent over rolled endlessly, gradually merging with the road-blocking fortune. There was no barrier between them. Once the fortune of the Divine Remains entered it, it stretched outward like a spiderweb.
The sensation was exceedingly strange, as though one body held two kinds of consciousness, each controlling a breath of qi. The qi merged together, inseparable from one