29 Chapter 29 Breaking the God Talisman Stelae (1/2)

”This is Wind! It is both energy and movement, cold and hot, never stopping, and there's no hole it won't enter!”

”This is Thunder! Thunder is loud noise, so loud it can spread hundreds of miles. Thunder belongs to a part of the Yin and Yang!”

His finger was placed on the stone stelae, cleanly drawing the last blood mark. It caused a sudden loud ringing. The melody was really weird, clearing minds to suddenly clear up while also leaving them confused and shaken.

Zong Shou licked the wound on his hand, his heart filled with a little helplessness as he waited for the sounds of Thunder to disappear.

Even without using any spiritual energy or soul power, when these talismans encapsulating the natural laws were drawn out, naturally they would possess a certain amount of power.

The Thunder talisman completed, the next one would be the ”Luck” talisman.

Zong Shou couldn't help but frown. Out of the twelve God Talismans, the one he had the least confidence in was this one.

Luck and Fate were the most indiscernible. So small like ants and dust, but like countries and worlds. Each and every thing had its own luck.

In his last life, he didn't truly understand the real meaning behind it. The reason why he was able to successfully copy it was because of repeated practice, using the stupidest method to take charge of this talisman.

Using his index finger as usual, he touched the starting point of the talisman. Everyone in the drill field held their breath.

In that short while, Zong Shou's soul started to vibrate along with the talisman. His consciousness was forcefully pulled out.

This time, he wasn't pulled out to view those various sorts of naturally phenomena and instead entered a real dream state. His mind sank into it.

Who knows how long it was before Zong Shou regained consciousness, two drops of tears falling from his eyes.

In that short moment, he had gone through the life of an old man. The rise and fall of a country, the ups and downs of the life of a person.

”So the true meaning of luck is actually so easy!”

Laughing inside, Zong Shou couldn't express his current feelings. His animosity towards Lingyun Sect had disappeared.

He didn't know the reason why the Lingyun ancestor placed down the Small Heaven sword formation and the twelve Heaven Talisman stelae. Today, he had more or less gained some benefits from that expert.

Eleven talismans, eleven sorts of illusions, and although he had only guessed the true meaning of some of them, he had still benefited in some way.

This Luck word, he had only comprehended the most basic and rough idea of the talisman. However, it was enough for him to step foot onto the most uncertain and most powerful path.

”Disasters and blessing come together, both are caused by blessings. To what extent? One couldn't say for sure. True and false is uncertain, kindness and evil coexist. This riddle will last forever!

”Mighty people knows this, experts abide this; knowing this is an honor, following this might be an insult; knowing this is like white, following it is like black, like how the world works!

”There's nothing certain about blessings and disasters, it depends on what one is looking for; kindness and evil comes in all shapes and forms!”

The path of Heaven naturally existed, the so-called Luck was within this path. But because of changes in the environment, it was indiscernible and difficult to predict. Man was curious about the mystery of fortune and misfortune in luck. The reason fortune and misfortune relied on and changed according to one another was like how human nature changed between good and evil.

”The root of misfortune was in one's evil tendencies, one's negative thoughts; the roots of good fortune come from doing good and behaving well.”

But was the true meaning of luck so simple?

Zong Shou laughed coldly. If he accepted such a theory, maybe in his whole life he wouldn't be able to understand the path of luck.

In this world, if everyone did good, would there truly be no disasters and calamities?

Currently he didn't need to think too deeply into it. He was a small spirit master who had entered the Focus Concentration stage, he found it difficult to stay alive, much less search for the real meaning of life. He didn't have the right to chase, he could only follow what this Lingyun Ancestor wrote and just copied.

His blood followed the carvings, stretching out and elongating. Copying this Luck word close to a thousand times in the last life and also his comprehension of it in this life made each and every stroke really powerful and confident, flexible and swift. He didn't have any of the ugly and lacking feeling of the last life.