Remolding

If Zhang Xuezhou's cultivation of fortune-telling techniques was merely an attempt to borrow the power of the Great Han Dynasty's destiny to change his own fate and find an opportunity, then Han Yan's practice of fortune-telling techniques alongside his own was almost like that of a bloodsucker.

Zhang Xuezhou used to jokingly describe himself as a parasitic dodder, but compared to Han Yan, he was undoubtedly a small fry.

He held his breath, breathing deeply, like a normal sleeper, and then opened his eyes a crack, watching Han Yan's every move.

"Without a keen eye for luck, it's really hard to find fault with someone who practices luck-related techniques!"

Han Yan's behavior could be discerned by Zhang Xuezhou, but it was difficult for others to understand.

Without the ability to discern fate, the new emperor can only determine Han Yan's true strength by launching a war of attrition through sacrifices. However, this process is fraught with risks, including the possibility of being detected by the King of Huainan.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't come forward to report Han Yan, but he was undoubtedly a little unhappy.

The cake was only so big, and he hadn't eaten much of it, while Han Yan had been eating it for years.

He considered his own displeasure, and then thought about the new emperor to whom he had been currying favor, and realized that the emperor's mood would be terrible once he knew the truth.

"Your Majesty, please don't blame me for practicing this method. You are the Son of Heaven, soaring to the heavens on a dragon's back. How can we, commoners, possibly follow you steadily? Only by following you as far as you go can we stay together for a long time!"

As if feeling somewhat guilty, Han Yan murmured something under his breath.

After he finished speaking, his expression tightened, and then he murmured and pressed his head closer to the new emperor.

As he chanted incantations, Zhang Xuezhou saw golden light emerge from the new emperor's forehead, while Han Yan absorbed the new emperor's aura with each breath he took through his nostrils.

"Your Majesty's ability to reach the Divine Ability Realm at such a young age was due to numerous factors: the Empress Dowager's assistance, Your Majesty's own diligent training, the power of elixirs, and the Spiritual Qi gathered by the Tai-rank Six Talismans I presented. How could Han Yan possibly obtain the same cultivation level simply by neutralizing the power of fate!"

Luck can bring opportunities, but luck is not omnipotent and cannot bridge the gap between different individuals. At best, it is merely a favorable condition to assist in cultivation.

The new emperor had to meet too many conditions to enter the Divine Ability Realm, and it was not an easy Divine Ability Realm to enter. It would be difficult for Han Yan to enter the Divine Ability Realm by borrowing the power of luck.

Han Yan's behavior was likely not a one-off occurrence, but rather a recurring one.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Han Yan had already seriously affected the new emperor, most likely causing his cultivation techniques to stagnate, or even regress.

"I clash terribly with His Majesty, and I don't know how Han Yan manages to get along with him?"

Zhang Xuezhou was slightly annoyed with Han Yan, but he was more curious about how Han Yan would get along with the new emperor, thus avoiding conflict between them.

He pondered his long-term plans to accompany the king, but ultimately had to return to the immediate need for Zodiac Immortals.

Like lighting a cigarette, Zhang Xuezhou's gaze sharpened after a brief moment of thought, and he fixed his eyes on the luck that Han Yan was absorbing.

Amidst the shimmering golden light, Zhang Xuezhou, drawing upon the power of destiny, gradually saw a hazy purple qi appear in his eyes, revealing everything that had happened after Huang Daoxian's battle.

The severed remains of the nine-petaled flower and the black dragon's remains that Ning Que had been pierced and fallen from were visible around him. They then transformed into swirling purple purple qi and the golden light of the Luofu Dynasty's fortune, rising and falling, constantly swirling and rotating.

Zhang Xuezhou shook his body, but he found it difficult to move and could not feel his own body.

"I knew something was wrong!"

The fish-dragon's body of destiny was cut in two, and the battle of destiny did not end in a normal way. After returning to this world, Zhang Xuezhou also experienced many unusual things, which even made him realize the strangeness.

Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't attribute everything to a chaotic fate, but he felt that fate must have played a role in it.

He was also eager to figure out his own situation.

But after reviewing the information, Zhang Xuezhou realized he hadn't even seen the movement.

He could feel himself, but he couldn't feel his body; it was an extremely strange feeling.

"Could it be that my body is locked inside another world's body?"

If Zhang Xuezhou were to find a reason, this would be the only one he could think of.

The differences between the two worlds bring about a variety of unique circumstances, and the ability of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon to transfer their three souls and seven spirits adds an element of the unknown.

He had no precedent to follow in such cases and lacked experience in making judgments.

After some wild guessing, Zhang Xuezhou still couldn't find a definitive answer.

He understood his situation and didn't dwell on it. Just as he was about to exit this state of observing fortune, he felt another golden light, like a ribbon, drifting around him.

"It seems to be Han Yan!"

Following the golden ribbon into the distance, Zhang Xuezhou felt as if there was a white jade dragon rolling at the end, which gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

Based on his assessment, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might have drawn Han Yan's attention.

This connection was like a thread being pulled on a sweater; the more the white jade dragon writhed, the more it was torn away.

The other party's absorption of the new emperor's fortune seemed to be a trigger, but the fortune that was absorbed and grown was ultimately not a stable form, and after being pulled, it caused layers of peeling away.

"I was merely using the golden light of luck to guide my magical form and check my own situation; I didn't actively attack Han Yan. How could this situation have arisen?"

Zhang Xuezhou has practiced the art of movement for many years. He has always focused on strengthening the foundation of his physical body in order to find fortuitous opportunity to break through the encirclement.

He had never studied how to initiate combat or use spells; he mostly passively endured being drawn into combat and never actively attacked others.

Even though Zhang Xuezhou disliked Han Yan, he had no intention of undermining Han Yan in the competition of skills.

This pulling and tugging at Han Yan was extremely strange, and it was not Zhang Xuezhou's initiative.

"If Non-Self choice, then it was only a passive one!"

Zhang Xuezhou examined Han Yan at the end of the link, then looked at the nine-petaled flower fragments that were drawing in the misty purple qi, and then scanned the golden light of fortune emanating from the black dragon's fragments.

He thought about it carefully, and finally remembered something from a long time ago.

That was something deep in his memory, and it also involved the moment he was born and grew up.

He even thought of the communication between Huang Daoxian and Xuanming.

"I feel like I'm being reshaped!"

The Fish-Dragon's body was shattered in two. Zhang Xuezhou originally thought he could just piece it back together and make do, but he didn't expect that he would be able to absorb all available resources to rebuild it after the battle.

Like an infant stored in the womb, he used the nine-petaled flower, the black dragon, and even the fish-dragon energy body he himself had transformed into to now pull on Han Yan, whose energy body was fragile.

All the nutrients and resources that could be absorbed were continuously absorbed, reshaping Zhang Xuezhou's physical form.

Many things have come to an end, yet they also seem to have formed a new beginning.

As the body undergoes transformation and reshaping, many real-world events are also partially connected and correspond to it.

Zhang Xuezhou felt a vague sense of grasping the mystery.

It was as if Dong Zhongshu had described the trajectory before; as long as one stepped into the trajectory, one could withstand the influence of the technique and thus achieve the best results with the least cost.