The Fate Pillar gleamed with golden light, a coiling dragon wound around it.
By contrast, the other Fate Pillars were utterly ordinary, their surfaces pitted and uneven like a beach riddled with countless holes after a rainstorm.
Li Qingxian gazed at the Coiling Dragon Fate Pillar, strange light flashing repeatedly in his eyes.
"The Dragon-Carving Scripture explained it clearly. The art of dragon carving itself is not difficult; what is difficult is deciding what to carve. Fate Arts Masters cannot see the Fate Mansion and can only sense each kind of power through deduction. There may be deviations during deduction, deviations when consuming Fortune to carve, deviations when it lands upon the Fate Pillar, and deviations in the final dragon form. One deviation is harmless, but when deviations pile up, a tiny error can lead a thousand miles astray."
"I have a ready-made Coiling Dragon Fate Pillar here. As long as I carve according to it, even if I am merely copying a gourd to paint a ladle, I will be far more precise than the Upper Ranks of Heaven's Mandate Sect."
Li Qingxian acted as soon as he spoke. He first observed the Coiling Dragon Fate Pillar over and over, then closed his eyes and conjured every detail of it within his mind, without missing so much as a hair.
After repeating this countless times, he finally memorized it completely. He then drew it from thin air on paper before he was satisfied.
He replaced his Fate Star with Cleaving Hairs and Splitting Fibers, left the Fate Mansion, took out all manner of Fate Materials, and refined ten Dragon-Carving Knives in one breath.
The knife bodies were pitch-black, with only their curved edges shining white, speckled with stars.
He entered the Fate Mansion once more. Li Qingxian muttered incantations