The Fierce Power of the Fortune Technique

The sky and the ground in the secret realm of the underworld were both gray and white, as if it were a scene after an apocalyptic explosion.

In this secret place, Zhang Xuezhou did not see a single sign of life.

People feel happy in a vibrant environment, but in such a place, they find it difficult to feel joy and may even think about escaping.

"This is the worst secret location I've ever seen!"

The secret place contained barren mountains, high slopes, flat land, and pits, but there was no Spiritual Qi, and Zhang Xuezhou found no trace of any treasures.

There was nothing unusual in sight; this place was no different from exploring a deserted wasteland.

Zhang Xuezhou wandered around for a long time before finally returning to the black boulder where the Yellow Springs Water had disappeared.

This was the only place in this space that he could find that was somewhat special.

Just like the Suihou Pearl, which contains the Yellow Springs water, this black boulder also possesses the ability to absorb and retain the Yellow Springs water.

"Reincarnation will subdue you, you alien races"

After walking around the black boulder, Zhang Xuezhou finally discovered nine small seal characters on it.

He spelled it out for a while before finally deciphering the text.

"One end is white, the other end is this huge black rock that spews forth the waters of the Yellow Springs... It seems to be suppressing the white?"

A heavy Soul-Suppressing Nail was inserted into Bai's head, but there were other suppressions before King Liang used the Soul-Suppressing Nail.

This massive black rock appears to be the central point of suppression.

"Tsk tsk, Bai's luck really isn't good. He'd rather I remove the source of the suppression than ask him to pull out the iron nails!"

Zhang Xuezhou was truly incapable of pulling out a heavy iron nail, and he was also helpless against metal objects, but he was quite restrained by stones, and even the raw stones of spirit jade could be destroyed by his stone-dissolving technique.

Theoretically, Zhang Xuezhou believed he possessed the ability to destroy this stone structure.

But since Bai hadn't made any requests, he wasn't going to do something so strenuous.

"Heaven and earth are in harmony, and I alone yearn for them. Therefore, I gather at the Purple Altar, seeking the path to enlightenment, respectfully performing the sacrificial rites. Amidst the bustling revelry and embroidered decorations, I receive the supreme deity. A thousand children dance in a magnificent display, celebrating the unity and harmony of the universe..."

Zhang Xuezhou studied it for a while but couldn't figure out what kind of treasure the black boulder was.

This involved suppressing the White, but Zhang Xuezhou did not wantonly cause destruction.

Just as he was about to leave after studying it, he heard a soft recitation nearby.

This was content and sound familiar to Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou.

"Your Majesty should be offering sacrifices at the Temple of Emperor Gaozu during the day, so why are there sounds coming at night as well? Did I wander around in the Underworld and the Secret Realm all night again?"

Zhang Xuezhou flew out of Suiyang City and did not participate in the temple ceremony the following day.

The new emperor should return to Chang'an City after finishing the sacrificial rites.

For various reasons, the new emperor should not have recited sacrificial prayers at this time, especially not to this black boulder.

As he struggled to understand, he saw the swirling Yellow Springs water rise and then transform into specks of golden light that fell down.

Zhang Xuezhou reached out and grabbed, only to feel a strange sensation in his soul; a few more stars appeared in the celestial phenomenon condensed by the Realm Technique.

"It's fate!"

Zhang Xuezhou found neither Spiritual Qi nor treasures in this space, but he never expected to find the factors that could drive the magic.

Although he didn't know why the new emperor was able to pray here, or why the black boulder could transform the Yellow Spring water into something needed for cultivation, the slight increase in his cultivation told Zhang Xuezhou that fate was indeed difficult to comprehend.

"I'm lucky I was standing on the edge of the water!"

Watching the Yellow Springs water disappear into the black boulder, Zhang Xuezhou thought about his fruitless efforts after leaving the Yellow Springs water and realized that his luck was indeed biased towards water.

He reached out and embraced the golden light.

As the golden light grew thinner and the sounds of the new emperor's sacrifices became barely audible, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but imitate the recitation himself.

The moment he began to recite the eulogy, Zhang Xuezhou saw a burst of golden light emanate from the black boulder.

Just as the Daoist Ran Deng cast a spell to dispel the Sha Qi, countless golden lotuses appeared out of thin air and fell like raindrops.

This was far more powerful than the one Bai spat out. As the golden lotus touched his body, Zhang Xuezhou felt his soul tremble, and then he entered a state of illusion where he was using magic.

The ichthyosaur's body, which had just manifested two legs, was quickly covered with a layer of golden light, which continued to drive the ichthyosaur's form to change.

Zhang Xuezhou saw the three claws on the feet slowly transform into four claws, and two slender, long legs emerged from below the abdomen.

This situation is somewhat similar to an evolved tadpole growing all four limbs, and may also correspond to the second form of Baiti.

Zhang Xuezhou never expected that he could achieve minor mastery of the art of movement in such a short time.

Transforming into a physical form is the beginning; developing two legs corresponds to mastery; and reaching the current, more complete state, Zhang Xuezhou feels that his manipulation technique has achieved a minor level of proficiency.

The practice of fortune-telling is so illogical; one may have to endure years of hardship to attain a high position before seizing a sliver of opportunity, or one may only need to find the source of fortune-telling to achieve success in a short time.

The former is the approach of an employee, constantly improving oneself to get promoted and receive a raise, while the latter is like striking gold and starting a business, achieving rapid success.

Zhang Xuezhou was overjoyed.

While the art of destiny doesn't play a significant role in ordinary, direct combat, and is limited to special circumstances, as a type of destiny-related art, its ability to assist cultivators is immense.

Like Zhang Xuezhou, as long as he doesn't encounter someone who brings him wealth and fortune but doesn't squander his luck, he will continue to develop smoothly like a snowball until he hits a bottleneck.

Encountering a serendipitous event is normal.

It's normal to accidentally acquire a secret technique.

Finding heavenly materials and earthly treasures is nothing out of the ordinary.

Having like-minded fellow cultivators is a common occurrence.

Suddenly I understood the Cultivation Method I was practicing; it wasn't so far-fetched after all.

When everything goes smoothly, those who practice the art of luck are like walking on a smooth road, and the Struggle of others seem meaningless to them.

Zhang Xuezhou's joy did not lie in the fact that he could have a life of complacency, but in the fact that he had gained a bit more confidence to fight back.

Even if their strength is insignificant, their techniques are so profound and difficult to fathom that they might still be able to restrain the immortal Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon.

"Just like the White Restraint, even immortality can only succumb to the ravages of time!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if he could find his own Crimson Sky Sword, but when his luck turned, there would always be more possibilities.

His ichthyosaur body straightened up, limbs outstretched to welcome the golden lotus rain, until a powerful old man of about sixty years old appeared in the darkness, at which point the golden lotus rain stopped, and he slowly lowered his feet.

"Anyone who is not a descendant of mine who plots to overthrow me will surely harbor rebellious intentions!"

The imposing old man pointed at Zhang Xuezhou, and a golden light flew out. Zhang Xuezhou saw that the fish-dragon he had placed so much hope on to resist the impact of the magic technique suddenly had a hole in it.

A wave of pain, as if someone were stabbing him with chopsticks, surged through Zhang Xuezhou, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

He twisted his body and swiftly swam away, disappearing into the darkness.

"Demons and monsters, die!"

The imposing old man pointed at his own body, and in an instant, a burst of golden light illuminated the dark area, as well as Zhang Xuezhou, who was hiding in the shadows.