Chapter 1000: Chapter 243: Robbing the Underworld [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 4)

"Is this distributing Fortune?"

Jiang Bihuai exclaimed, "Why start distributing this now? Isn’t it supposed to be distributed when leaving? How can we tell who got more and who got less like this?"

Amidst the darkness, everyone else was equally bewildered.

This isn’t like what’s recorded.

What exactly is going on? 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

In the midst of chaotic darkness.

Above the Yin Yang Realm.

White aura was brewing, and black aura was also brewing.

Below, everyone was dumbfounded as they clearly felt an inexplicable energy rising from the Space Ring in their hands, shooting straight into the sky.

Then there was a moment of silent anticipation.

Afterward, all the survivors felt an inexplicable power descending upon their heads.

In an instant, their thoughts seemed clearer, truly capturing the essence of ’enlightenment’!

Yet they didn’t know how much they had gained.

The only certainty was that everyone had gained something.

Above in the unseen sky.

Streams of white and black aura, almost identical in thickness, accurately descended.

Then a few slightly thicker ones descended.

If one could pinpoint accurately, one would know these corresponded to Jiang Bihuai, Jiang Bixiao, Yin Yunxiao, Lan Xinxue, and others...

Following that, a robust stream of black aura descended. This one was several times that of Jiang Bihuai and others.

The target was Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Feng Yun.

Then a black-and-white aura, several times stronger than Feng Yun’s, descended.

And it fell thunderously onto Yan Beihan’s head.

A white aura hesitated mid-air, seemingly unable to decide, looking very peculiar.

Eventually, strands of green, blue, purple, and black wrapped around, turning the white aura into a bizarre, colorful swirl, spinning down into Dongyun Yu’s head.

Perhaps even the Great Dao of this space couldn’t tell what Dongyun Yu truly was, so it simply gave him an unknown Fortune.

If one had to name it forcefully, perhaps it could be called: ’cheap aura’?

Then the remaining black and white aura brewed in the air before suddenly gushing down like a reversed milky way!

The target was... Fang Che!

This wasn’t just about thickness anymore.

Instead... everything remaining was flushed in!

In the air, an incredibly weary and almost extinguished Divine Thought flickered briefly, giving a low sigh-like emotion.

"Putting everything on the line... I’ve given you everything that’s left... alas..."

"Wasted so much over the years... even the one who held the greatest hope was gone thousands of years ago... I hope this time it succeeds... there’s little time left..."

Whirlwinds howled in the sky.

After a moment of melancholy, the Divine Thought shattered in the air.

"Time to rest in peace... really wish I could see it..."

The wind’s howl turned into a sob.

Finally quieting down, it vanished.

Below, all the survivors were sitting cross-legged while practicing.

Digesting the Fortune they received.

The Fortune Power doesn’t enhance any specific aspect, but it possesses all sorts of wondrous functions.

Like turning bad luck into good, disaster into fortune, exceptional luck, and so on...

Is this sheer strength? Not entirely considered.

But it’s not considered strength either? Yet it’s more effective than any strength.

In a desperate situation, perhaps one’s own strength isn’t enough to escape death, but Fortune can achieve it.

Take a desperate cliff, for instance... most people jump off and become a flattened pile. But some find themselves caught by tree crowns, surviving the fall.

Those with stronger Fortune might even find Spiritual Medicine or Heavenly Treasures, or perhaps an old cave...

Outside the entrance, Fang Che leaned against a large tree, eyes tightly shut.

He was truly unexpected, a thunderous burst of enlightenment.

And countless enlightenments at that.

Fang Che felt at this moment, his channels were entirely open.

He felt that even if he were to fart now, a stream of Fortune would be released.

"So much!"

Fang Che bowed his head and touched his Space Ring.

There were nine cracks.

It had reached its limit.

He sat down cross-legged, starting to organize this inexplicable aura, only to find... huh, it didn’t need organizing?

It entered his body and vanished.

With such a volume, Fang Che felt he was inflated into a balloon thousands of feet in size, completely enough.

Just like that, it entered his body and disappeared?

Fang Che was studying it.

Suddenly, a strange sensation hit him, prompting him to quickly hide.

Instantly, he heard voices from afar, rapidly approaching.

People from inside were coming out.

Moving at incredible speed.

And carrying a sense of fury.

The closer they came, the more apparent it became.

Fang Che’s mind stirred.

The sinister sense was so familiar. And the feeling of fury was also deeply familiar. Like when Yin Yunxiao saw him with Lan Xinxue.

Could it be he met someone familiar?

Even Fang Che himself didn’t expect that the first to emerge was the Underworld, ranking among the top in the Outer Mountain Gate.

Fang Che held his breath and quietly awaited as his opponent drew closer.

He only heard Yin Yunxiao’s curses.

"Once we’re out, we have to show them the consequences. I, Yin Yunxiao, cannot endure this hatred and enmity! I’ve never suffered such indignation in my life!"

"Indeed, Saint Heir Senior Brother, although there’s something strange about this, surely someone incited them artfully, and that’s undoubtedly a major reason. But just because someone incited them, should they believe it so easily? Our Underworld suffered such a loss, and all at the hands of those we considered our own people; it’s indeed too stifling."

An old, cautious voice said, "But after we’re out, we still have to clear things up. As for clearing it up, how we settle blood debts, what our Underworld will do, all depends on the sect elders. The Saint Heir was right, whether due to misunderstanding or other reasons, the people of our Underworld cannot die for nothing!"