Did something like fortune really exist?
Of course it did.
Take Tang San, for example. Although he was hardly stunningly handsome, his looks had always been decent. Back in Suotuo City, even with a Spirit Hall Deacon's warning, how could someone like Scarface possibly have let a little rose like Tang San go?
Wasn't it fortune at work, protecting Tang San's nether regions?
Or take Er Bidong. She had managed to become the Rakshasa God, and although she had ultimately served as a stepping stone for Tang San, her fortune was undeniably real. For instance, even after Gangzi hammered her to death, she could still become a vengeful cursed spirit and possess him. That, too, was a manifestation of fortune.
When fortune concerned an entire empire, it became national fortune.
The Heaven Dou Empire's Xue Family lacked the strength to rule the realm, yet it had survived for thousands of years. Aside from parceling out power and benefits to appease other nobles and sects, it owed its survival, to an even greater extent, to the empire's fortune.
And Zhang Jiao's goal had never been to conquer Heaven Dou City. It was to shatter the Heaven Dou Empire's fortune completely.
The Great Peace Sword could shatter anything—even fortune itself!
Following Zhang Jiao's instructions, the Peace Army had laid out a Fortune-Gathering Formation in Heaven Dou City, where the empire's fortune was most concentrated. During the time they had just bought, the Heaven Dou Empire's Fortune Golden Dragon had already been forced out.
"It's the Fortune Golden Dragon!" Toji immediately put his acting skills into overdrive, staring in disbelief at the enormous golden dragon as it bared its fangs and claws.
"Your Excellency the Tyrant, what is a Fortune Golden Dragon?" Even someone as knowledgeable as Ning Fengzhi had no idea what