The Emperor Star descended from the sky.
Li Qingxian and the others looked up.
Many eyes burned with desire.
Meng Huaichuan gritted his teeth. "This belongs to Ye Han. None of you may harbor greedy intentions."
Everyone immediately came to their senses. If even someone as exalted as Meng Huaichuan dared not seize it, what did that mean?
At a time like this, forcibly taking the Emperor Star might not be a good thing. Just think of Good Fortune Born-he had even drawn a beyond-rank fate corpse here, yet hadn't Ye Han returned safely in the end?
If they really stole the Emperor Star, could they leave this place alive?
Many snuffed out those thoughts.
Wang Buwu, Song Baige, and Shen Xiaoyi had never harbored any greed. Whoever it landed on would own it. Fighting over it was pointless.
Like a meteor, the Emperor Star fell straight onto Li Qingxian's head and entered his fate mansion.
Li Qingxian's vision went black, and his spiritual awareness plunged straight into his fate mansion.
Unlike the other fate stars, this Emperor Star landed on the Fate Cloud suspended inside his fate mansion.
Its pale violet radiance slowly contracted, condensing into a bean-sized violet light that flew into the fate mansion and struck its battered wooden door, becoming a plaque mounted above it.
It had a raised, golden, wave-patterned border and a deep blue background.
There were no words on the plaque.
Li Qingxian had never seen such a thing in any Book of Fate. He guessed it was a power similar to a fate artifact or fate arts, something that benefited his fate mansion. Its specific effects would have to be verified later.
Li Qingxian looked at the fate star on the Fate Cloud.
Within its transparent, glazed shell stood a magnificent mansion.