The six hundredth year of the Yuyan Dynasty.
Of the Nine-State under Heaven, seven of the states are called the Seven Destiny Sects.
As this system continued to develop and take shape, people discovered that most of these paths weren’t for frontal combat at all, but rely support.
Like Feng Shui Masters, who choose burial sites, seek dragons and pinpoint acupoints, gather the flow of Qi Fortune, and bless a clan or sect.
Like Blessing Masters and Divination Masters, both of which are purely supportive.
Only four can truly fight.
Word Spirit Masters, whose words are as good as gold and jade; those of great strength can slightly interfere with reality.
But they tend to be balanced and all‑round, not exactly overwhelming.
Among them, one sect gradually grew into the mainstream, calling itself: Confucian. They cultivate Literary Qi, Scholar’s Qi, speak in polished prose, change Heaven and Earth, and gradually most beco Ministers, starting out on the path of the Scholar.
Curse Masters, adept at killing from behind the scenes, extrely weak head‑on.
Technique Masters, who specialize purely in the Qi Fortune Bar, directly ramming the enemy with it—a pure contest of who’s got the bigger bar!
The strongest combat path belongs to the Daoists.
They engrave Qi Fortune into talismans, Curses, bad luck... they can also dual‑cultivate parts of other paths, and even transfer Destiny into certain corpses and skeleton soldiers.
The zombies that gather Qi Fortune beco terrifying in the extre; after several hundred years of developnt, they actually gradually created a unique Corpse Refining Technique.
Using the ancestors to refine corpses!
This land full of tal Divine Power Stones is all tal Tombs, the cast‑off remnants of ancient cultivators.
They use tal Stones to cultivate corpses, forming Copper Corpses, Silver Corpses, Golden Corpses and other Tier Ranks.
These zombies gather Destiny into their bodies, neither born nor dying, neither aging nor perishing; they can even jump out of Destiny itself and lie outside Divination.
They can be called the ultimate killing weapons in battle, extrely effective against Powerhouses of the sa Qi Fortune system!
Gradually, they also combined the path of the Feng Shui Master, specializing in seeking dragons and pinpointing acupoints, searching out Feng Shui treasure lands to bury and refine corpses.
Then they further combined the path of the Blessing Master, constantly layering on all kinds of strange Blessings. Thus nurtured, when the corpse rises, it’s like a great terror of Heaven and Earth being born.
"The neighbors have started playing with corpses too? A Qi Fortune Golden Corpse? What the hell is that supposed to be?"
Ning Zheng had personally witnessed the rise of an era; seeing it develop to this level, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of dissonance.
Since they don’t allow ghosts over there, they play with zombies instead?
In the end, they were still defiled by us.
Though.
This brand‑new world that majors in Destiny is truly astonishing to Ning Zheng.
Honestly, the Nine-State is extrely unique.
Because cultivators of the Nine-State cultivate two paths at once, their progress is extrely slow!
The Five Elents body and Four Viscera, the Ninth Realm of the Body is flesh and blood.
The Three Elents and Two Phases—Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and the Yin Yang Two Phases—form the soul.
After that, One Heart gathers them in, and Soul Body beco one!
And the soul, that mysterious third system beyond flesh and blood, is sothing that even the Nine-State barely touches.
Yet here, it has beco the mainstream.
"This section of history is sothing I remodeled."
"It was precisely because of the Golden Mud unintentionally synthesized by our Sword Casting Manor as the origin that this world’s system was shaped."
Ten days later, after slacking off and attending Xin Xichen’s press conference, Ning Zheng once again observed the situation on the other side and sighed softly.
Influencing the direction of a world’s Civilization left Ning Zheng with rather mixed feelings.
But this is fine too.
The Nine-State has recently been trying to dabble in this Qi Fortune Dharma thod.
Trying to cultivate three paths at once.
Cursed ones like Phoenix Yi are an example; everyone wants to turn into a Qi Fortune Divine Beast...
Now that there’s a Dharma thod here, it’s being continuously extrapolated...
When the ti cos, Ning Zheng will only need to harvest the fruits of victory.
...
On the other side.
In a mural space within the fake Chronicles of Ti over the East Sea of the Nine-State.
A few blacksmiths were laughing and joking as they continued to operate the Chronicles of Ti’s Imperial Mausoleum Adventure Town, happily offering all kinds of suggestions.
anwhile, Bai Xingling was sitting cross‑legged, studying the new Dharma thod Xin Xichen had released.
"My attribute happens to be Gold... Previously I couldn’t cultivate the Yin Yang Cycle, which made very weak."
"Now, the Five Elents Cycle has finally arrived! And just in ti— that mysterious Treasure my master gave earlier rebuilt my foundation so I can accommodate the Five Elents Cycle."
"For the other four Celestial Spirit Roots, which should I choose?"
As the Child of Qi Fortune, he had a big stash of Celestial Spirit Roots in his pocket, and he suddenly found himself paralyzed by choice.
"Hahaha."
The chattering little blacksmiths nearby were all quarreling, giving Bai Xingling a pounding headache until he couldn’t help but turn and shout, "Give a mont of peace."
Fake Night Mad Cultivator: "I’m contemplating."
Fake Jiucai Rong: "I’m figuring out how to run our Adventure Town well."
Bai Xingling: "..."
I really can’t take this! Their brains must have been synthesized from Embers; they’re a bit off. Managing them is not a job for human beings!
In a nearby studio.
The painter stopped drawing and took out a scroll. Within the painting were faint swirling space ripples, projecting a certain scene from another Otherworld.
Obviously, the neighboring tal world also had fras he’d secretly tossed over for peeping.
Co to think of it, he’s always done this throughout history—gifting paintings to others. For example, that painting at Xirong Academy was still in the warehouse monitoring things.
Of course, the only ones who dared to pee directly at his paintings were those blacksmiths.
Rustle!
Flipping through the images, he saw so scenes from the Otherworld.
"So that’s how it is..."
The painter revealed a surprised expression.
He hadn’t expected that world over there to have developed this way, with the path of Qi Fortune flourishing and, within a short two thousand years, blooming with all sorts of brilliantly dazzling flowers of Civilization.
"Sure enough, the seeds you scatter give rise to different blossoms."
He murmured to himself.
Indeed, he couldn’t wipe out everyone in the Chronicles of Ti in an instant, so he chose exile instead.
The second reason was to have them disgust the neighboring world.
The third reason, of course, was the extre rarity of the Ancient Bronze Qi Fortune ability—letting them go next door to branch out and multiply, developing so outstanding systems of Civilization, cultivation techniques, and seeds of Divine Techniques.
The Qi Fortune system was also scarce for him.
He revealed a faint smile. "Not bad. That Night Emperor fellow? He’s got so tricks, taking this route to incarnate as a barbarian native and avoid the identity of an invader."
He suddenly turned his gaze toward the chattering Night Mad Cultivator outside, a bit surprised. "I didn’t expect this guy to grow to such a level."
As expected.
They were all highly gifted.
They were thrown here by the Ancestor Demon Gods to run a core industry; how could they not possess powerful minds and great scheming?
They simply needed so ti to grow before it showed.
He suddenly felt that drawing them back then wasn’t too much of a loss—at least they had value.
He glanced at the Night Mad Cultivator he’d painted, then shifted his gaze to the Night Emperor in the Otherworld.
"Ti for a new painting: ’The Night Emperor’s Reign.’"
He thought for a mont, then called in the fake Night Mad Cultivator who’d been chatting outside and pointed at that supre, majestic Emperor in the album. "Want to beco him?"
The fake Night Mad Cultivator froze, then peered closely.
It was a majestic, powerful Emperor, whose broad shoulders seed to bear the entire world.
He sat on the world’s throne, his seat leaning against a golden scepter. From his ten fingers extended transparent threads of fate, which poured into the beings below the Nine Heavens of clouds.
If Human Gods are puppet masters of flesh, then this Emperor is the Puppet Master of Fate, as though, from the endless high heavens, he controls the destinies of all!
"I—I want to beco him!"
The fake Night Mad Cultivator felt an unbelievable sense of familiarity and couldn’t help blurting it out.
"Then behave yourself for a while and run this town properly."
The painter’s voice was icy and aningful. "You’ll beco him very soon, taking his place."
User Comments
0 comments from readers