Thunder rumbled across the sky, and then rain began to patter down.
It was impossible to describe. Every living being sensed an invisible change. Everything seemed normal, yet something was different.
As one, they looked up at the pale, hazy heavens.
"This is bad." Su Lin looked at the three red cherry-blossom Petal Marks appearing on the back of his right hand. "It's not even a Holy Grail War."
[Symbol of the Foolish God's People: Congratulations, you clever little devil. You used a mass of dead memories to exploit a loophole. Through that connection, the great God of Luck saw you and was about to give an upstart clever little devil like you a small taste of—The God of Luck looked away and tearfully lamented not checking the almanac before leaving home today. PS: Three minor strokes of bad luck will occur at random points in your life. (Don't follow me! This exchange is already unequal!)]
"A little troublesome."
The Scripture-Seekers who had mended the heavens were, in effect, Su Lin and his four companions.
The lingering memories had borrowed independent incarnations split off from Su Lin and the others, carrying the Dharmic Treasures formed from Tang Seng and his disciples to mend the heavens.
He had thought he could exploit a loophole in the instructions, but the God of Luck apparently wasn't buying it.
Honestly, this million-level item didn't seem to do much. He hadn't seen a scrap of luck.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
A golden-red staff spun down from the heavens, trailing a wisp of seven-colored radiance before landing in Meng Qi's hand. The five gilded characters reading "Ruyi Jingu Bang" stood out sharply.
"What's going on?" Meng Qi exclaimed.
Whoosh!
The Brocade Kasaya, wrapped around the Nine-Ring Tin Staff, flew back from beyond the sky as