Qing Chen hesitated no longer. He opened his mouth and inhaled-the Spirit Stone rose into the air, and a golden thread of light peeled away from it, slipping into his mouth like a swimming snake.
"Boom-"
Violet Thunder seemed to explode inside his mind!
The instant that wisp of Fortune Rules entered his body, Qing Chen felt every meridian and Aperture throughout his body shudder at once. Even the Nascent Soul in his Sea of Qi opened its eyes and exhaled a streak of azure light.
A feeling of mystery upon mystery welled up in his heart-as though something between heaven and earth had changed.
"Even after using it so many times, this fortune power really is miraculous!"
He smacked his lips, suddenly recalling the fortune Mystic Art of Wu Gui's that old rascal Kuang Sha had mentioned. "I wonder just what that fortune Mystic Art Wu Gui spoke of actually is. If I could carve out a territory of my own and have that Mystic Art in hand, wouldn't my fortune power be inexhaustible!"
He grinned and delayed no longer.
Inside him, the newly absorbed wisp of power of fortune power of laws began circulating. Golden threads of light traveled through his meridians, making everything they passed "crystal clear"-including those mysteries of primordial magnetism that had always been obscure and difficult to comprehend.
It was like a lamp illuminating a pitch-black room until every corner shone.
Qing Chen immersed his mind and began contemplating the core Magic Formula of the Xiantian Primordial Magnetism Divine Vessel.
Years passed unnoticed in cultivation.
In the underground cave abode, there was no telling day from night, only the faint, cold glow of the Cold Jade Bed.
Qing Chen sat cross-legged, utterly motionless, for three full months.
In those three months, he had not