Chapter 45: The Wrath of the Ancestral Witch

Seeing that Dijiang had already escaped, Hengming did not dare to stay. He immediately put away the Fate Island, escaped from the void, and found a quiet place to sit down and heal his wounds.

However, from this battle alone, he realized many truths about fate.

"Destiny can be escaped, but fate is hard to defy. The reason why destiny can be defied is because of the power of luck. Destiny is predetermined, and luck is a possibility. Destiny stipulates that a person must die, but luck can give a person the possibility of escape. That is why destiny is so unpredictable, because it itself is not such a harmonious existence. Destiny and possibility cannot coexist at all."

Using 30,000 years of Qi as a sacrifice, Hengming would certainly not just exchange it for a single chance to kill Dijiang. Moreover, he knew that Dijiang could not just die like that. If he sacrificed everything he had, there might still be a chance.

It's very simple. The Twelve Ancestral Witches are of the same blood and are willing to die for each other. How could they not try their best to save Dijiang?
What's more, Hengming also figured out Dijiang's body structure. As later generations said, there was no such thing as a spirit or soul in Dijiang's body. It was obvious that the soul was completely integrated into the body. The body was the soul, and the soul was the body, and the two were inseparable.

Doing this has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that you don't have to worry about how to protect the soul. The disadvantages are of course obvious. When the soul is integrated into the body, they will be very insensitive to everything in the outside world. This is what people call not knowing the destiny and not understanding the changes in the sky.

Hengming estimated that this would at most seriously injure Dijiang, but that was also good enough.

But he still had a question, which was how Zhu Jiuyin, as Dijiang mentioned, calculated that he would arrive at Mount Buzhou.

Hengming was increasingly confused. "Logically speaking, I, the innate destiny god, should be the most hidden among all the innate gods. It is impossible for me to know this and that. Wouldn't that make me a public god? I would be as well-known as the weeds on the roadside. Why is that?"

Bixia Yuanjun knew that he could perhaps attribute it to a whim. After all, he had also come near Mount Tai at that time. This was one of the reasons why he did not become suspicious at the time. But how did Zhu Jiuyin know him?
But no matter how hard Heng Ming thought, he could not find the key. In the end, he could only conclude that he was worthy of being the descendant of Pangu and the true owner of Mount Buzhou.

Then Hengming perked up. The fateful truth brought to him by the sacrifice of 30,000 years of luck this time was impossible to repeat. Perhaps only the first use of the sacrifice technique could bring such a novel fateful truth. He had to seize the opportunity to comprehend it.

only--

Hengming took a look at the luck above his head and discovered that the luck that originally flowed like a long river had now shrunk to the size of a fist, like a candle in the wind, and was in danger.

This was due to the effectiveness of the Fate Map and the manipulation of the Wheel of Fate in suppressing luck with all one's strength. In addition, they themselves were fate spiritual treasures that were deeply related to luck. Otherwise, his luck would have been as weak as the size of a fingernail.

After all, he personally sacrificed his luck for the next 30,000 years. If he doesn't find a way to make up for it, he will probably have to hide here for the next 30,000 years. That would be such a waste of time.

Just when Hengming was thinking about how to make up for his luck, suddenly two unknown lucks surged in. One luck was as lonely as a white lotus in the snow, and the other luck was filled with a long and mysterious color. However, these two lucks had one thing in common, that is, although they were small in quantity, they were extremely condensed.

As soon as these two unknown fortunes poured in, Hengming's fortune, which was only the size of a fist, immediately expanded and finally turned into a circle of light. It looked like it was only half a meter in size, but it was enough for Hengming to move around without encountering disasters. Hengming was surprised and happy, but then he knew where the two fortunes came from. They came from Huashan and Hengshan, which he had almost forgotten.

"That's right!" Heng Ming said happily, "Famous mountains and rivers are born with good fortune. I have become the master of these two famous mountains. Their good fortune will naturally feed back to me. Originally, my own good fortune was very huge, so their good fortune seemed insignificant. But now my good fortune is low, and their good fortune is like firewood, igniting my good fortune."

It’s no wonder Hengming wasn’t surprised. His current situation is rare even among the innate saints.

There are three ways to obtain great luck. The first is to be strong and powerful. This will bring good luck, and it is also the most solid luck.

The second is to rely on external objects, spiritual treasures, spiritual roots, power, or even to worship a master with great luck or accept a disciple with great luck, which will also bring good luck.

The third one is to rob, to rob the luck of those people with great luck, but this method is prone to unexpected events. Luck is mysterious and no less mysterious than fate. Even Hengming only robbed the luck of Dong Wangong and Xukong Taoist, and it was only a wisp of it, not all.

Logically speaking, no matter how low Hengming's luck is, it will remain above a certain level. It is impossible for it to drop to the point where it is almost extinguished. No one will die. Even if it is a fatal disaster, it is just that the luck is greatly lost or turns black. It will never drop to this level.

But Hengming's research on destiny is too in-depth, and he is willing to sacrifice himself, so no one can do anything.

Heng Ming saw that although the luck of Huashan and Hengshan was small, it was endless now, so he practiced in seclusion for a while. After completely digesting these principles, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to Daluo. After truly becoming a Daluo Jinxian, his power to control destiny would reach a peak.

Thinking of being ambushed by Dijiang and even facing the fate of being unable to recover his luck for the next 30,000 years, Hengming was filled with hatred. He vowed not to be a god unless he got revenge.

However, Dijiang's situation is much worse than Hengming's.

Zhu Jiuyin stepped forward and turned Dijiang over, carefully examining him. Finally, he could only shake his head and said, "These powers have penetrated deep into Dijiang's essence, and even his consciousness has been blocked by those powers. We must drive Dijiang deep into the earth, and then we must work together to refine him for a few more years. Only then can we help him escape."

Zhu Rong, as the ancestor of fire witch, had the most explosive temper. He usually only respected his two elder brothers, Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin. Now, after hearing that Dijiang, whom he respected the most, had such a miserable end, he was furious and said, "Who on earth was it! How dare they beat my elder brother like this! Was it Nuwa and Fuxi? That pair of siblings usually don't get along with us. My elder brother must have been attacked by them! Now I will tear down their Fengqi Mountain!"

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head and said, "Nuwa practices the law of creation, and Fuxi practices the law of the Eight Diagrams. Although these two laws are equally good at sealing, with Dijiang's strength, even if the two siblings join forces, they can escape if they can't defeat them. It's not them. It's obvious that Dijiang fought alone and was beaten like this."

(End of this chapter)