A streak of light flew over and landed before Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian looked at the object before him.
He had actually seen something similar before.
Nine layers of azure Fate Disks floated high in the air. The top layer held one Fate Disk, the second held two, and so on, until the ninth layer held nine Fate Disks.
The nine layers of Fate Disks resembled a towering pagoda of disks, suspended before him.
The Skywheel Fate Disk, the foremost Fate Artifact of the Jiangnan Fate Sect.
A chorus of clicking tongues rose around him.
Li Qingxian extended his right hand and touched the Skywheel Fate Disk with the pad of his index finger. Ripples spread outward as the Skywheel Fate Disk slowly began to turn.
In an instant, Li Qingxian felt as though he had ascended above all living beings, to the pinnacle of heaven and earth, looking down upon everything. Everything he had ever seen and heard was rapidly analyzed and re-derived.
Vast stores of knowledge rearranged themselves, while countless hazy matters were subjected to relentless questioning.
Li Qingxian felt as if his brain had become a supercomputer, rapidly building an entirely new system of knowledge for him.
The Skywheel Fate Disk could not learn what was unknown, but it could not only fill in gaps—it was also like a divine mending tool, constantly picking out errors and omissions in his memories, filling them in, correcting them, adding to them, or cutting them away.
Only then did Li Qingxian understand why everyone had been clicking their tongues just now.
So this was the true purpose of this Beyond-Rank grand Fate Artifact.
To any Fate Arts Master, the Skywheel Fate Disk was worth far more than any cultivation method or secret manual.
If there was anything in the world