690 Country Doesn’t Have Good Officials (2/2)

It seems like on the surface he didn't care about fate but in his heart he cared about it.

Unfortunately, it used up too much lifespan. No wonder those divinators in history lived for such a short time.

There was also no one who used such a direct method to view the future.

Based on what he knew, even those End Realm experts who couldn't die were really careful about this path.

One could see how heavy the price was...

However, the path of Destiny and Luck did indeed need to be together to grasp the power of Fate.

His hands formed a seal and his fingers crossed, causing threads of Soul Power to enter the Destiny Talisman. It spread and crossed, like lines of spiritual marks.

This was a skill he comprehended from the Book of Eon Extreme Life.

Using the Destiny Talisman, he would be able to peak at his future and prophesize the blessings and curses around his body in the near future.

In that instant, he could be extremely precise. As time went on and further in the future, the vision would become blurrier.

This method could accurately help him grasp the power of Fate, having an effect similar to Chuxue's Combat Martial Body.

Naturally, the preciseness mentioned was relative. It couldn't really be perfect.

The future had numerous changes and Zong Shou could only see the few with the highest rate of success.

As for Chuxue's intuition, it was perfect at the extreme.

When the seals were completed, Zong Shou started to try.

Two hours later he stopped, his face turning green.

It wasn't the consumption this time, but that his head felt dizzy.

There were numerous possibilities for each moment, numerous scenes flashed in his mind.

Although his current cultivation was at peak Heaven Realm, he wasn't strong enough and he felt like his brain was about to explode.

At the start, he wanted to try to sense the energy changes in the next breath in the surrounding million feet.

Following this, he decided to lessen the space and time to a hundred thousand feet for a sixtieth of the time and he was barely able to support it.

What was the use of such a short time?

Zong Shou was slightly disappointed. Another useless thing which wasn't of any help to his strength.

Maybe in the future, he would grasp more Fate laws or maybe his brain would be strong enough to support so many 'futures' and the situation would get better. As for now, he had no chance...

Luckily, he didn't have too high hopes for this technique. He just wanted to grasp the power of Fate better and he was already delighted and satisfied.

He casually waved and a light suddenly flew out from within his sleeves.

Hanxi was on alert, instantly dodging. Its six pairs of silver wings flapped as it turned and avoided the light.

However, in the end, it was still unable to dodge. Just as it was crying out, it felt its head being lightly struck.

Looking out, it realized that it was just an extremely basic Black Xuan Iron Cinnabar.

Different from the few Grade-9 Cloud Flame Knives that Zong Shou crafted, this dealt no damage to him.

It still felt terrified, looking over at Zong Shou in fear.

If it had been any other Spiritual Artifact, then it would have died.

It really couldn't see through its master anymore. It also didn't have any more courage to go up against him.

Zong Shou's lips curled and knew that his flying knife technique had finally succeeded.

His Six God Defensive Knife Technique be merged with other sword arts and spiritual techniques.

Twelve years of tough cultivation finally resulted in something...

He laughed as he stood up and stepped out of the room.

It was noon and the sunlight was piercing his eyes. Within Zhengan Hall, there was a loud bell.

There were a total of six sounds that sounded throughout Gantian Mountain.

Zong Shou listened for a moment and sighed in disappointment.

As expected, the old man was chosen as Prime Minister.

It was five years since he built the Meeting Hall. The appointment period for Renbo had came to an end.

The election result wasn't surprising.

Unfortunately, Zhang Huai came over too late, his experiences were too shallow and he didn't have the strength to compete with Renbo.

As for the others, they weren't as good as the old man.

However, thinking about it, if Renbo was allowed to go to the Meeting Hall, the situation would be worse.

This was why Zong Shou gave up on pulling him down.

He could only think to himself that he needed to care about his wallet for five years.

The country really didn't have good officials...