Qi Fortune is an elusive thing, as is misfortune.
Setting aside the West River Pill, which defies logic, Qi Fortune is actually hard to fathom, and no one knows when it will start taking effect.
The same goes for misfortune, which is even harder to grasp, and no one can predict when they will be really unlucky, except for self-destructive actions.
These are the thoughts in Han Yu's mind at the moment, expressed with a sense of feeling.
The reason is simple: they have traveled so far, yet no one from the Daoist side has come out to encounter them.
This useless misfortune, the Celestial Secret Tower is just a fraud, I'm definitely not a Plague God.
Han Yu frowned, and the Artifact Spirit mocked angrily, "Didn't you say it's elusive?"
"Well, having some hope is always good!"
He said sourly.
The endless sea, an infinite horizon, they don't know how long they've been traveling, but in a ripple of space, the world ahead became slightly different.
