Luck was illusory and unpredictable. If there wasn't a divine object that could suppress luck, it would be impossible to manifest it, let alone retain it.
Xiao Chen had obtained the Purple Snake War Division's divine artifact from the Purple Snake War Division in the underground world. He also knew how to condense luck. In a large tribe with a long history, there would be a high priest who was responsible for communicating with the human race's luck. However, for a small tribe like the Gu Yuan Tribe, they couldn't even condense the tribe's luck, let alone have a high priest. Most people didn't even know what a high priest was.
Xiao Chen took a deep breath and looked at the broken wall in front of him. It was less than a hundred meters tall now, but it still gave off a heavy and majestic feeling. The faint aura was emitted from the core of the mountain. Therefore, he guessed that there was an object that could suppress luck in this ancient mountain.
Clang!
Xiao Chen waved his hand and a huge bronze cauldron appeared in front of him. It was the Sacrificial Cauldron.
Que Yueming and the little horse had already hidden dozens of meters away from Xiao Chen. Looking at the bronze cauldron that suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Chen, Que Yueming didn't dare to make a sound even though he was confused about what Xiao Chen was going to do.
Puff!
A drop of dark red blood was extracted from Xiao Chen's body. It turned into a very ancient symbol in the void. It was bright red and dazzling. It fell on the Sacrificial Cauldron with a bang. In the blink of an eye, it had already seeped into the cauldron.
Hum!
Immediately afterward, the bronze cauldron issued a buzzing sound, and a purple mist lingered around it. An invisible wave began to spread in all directions with the Sacrificial King Cauldron as the center, like ripples on water.
Xiao Chen's eyes were closed as he muttered a series of words. He was trying to communicate with the Sacrificial Cauldron. According to Venerable Purple Snake, the Sacrificial Cauldron had been suppressing the Purple Snake Tribe's fortune for tens of thousands of years. Every day, it was nourished by an endless amount of fortune and had already developed a trace of spirituality. Although it had been buried in the underground world for tens of thousands of years and lost the nourishment of fortune, there was still a way to awaken it.
Gradually, this invisible wave grew stronger and stronger, and the Sacrificial Cauldron trembled even more violently. The bronze cauldron glowed with a faint purple-green light, and the faintly discernible trace of essence of fortune that had been spreading in the ancient city ruins began to gather towards the Sacrificial Cauldron.
Boom!
Finally, the purple light on the Sacrificial Cauldron shone brightly. The huge beasts carved on the cauldron seemed to have come to life. There was a huge dragon chasing the sun in the sky, an ancient divine phoenix descending from the heavens, and countless ancient beasts that had long disappeared in the ancient times galloping in the wilderness.
Condense!
At this moment, a ray of purple light shot out from the Sacrificial Cauldron and fell onto Xiao Chen's body. The Sacrificial Cauldron's spirituality was awakened by Xiao Chen.
Open!
When the purple light fell onto Xiao Chen's body, his eyes suddenly opened. Two rays of purple light shot out from his eyes, each two feet long. The remnant fortune of the human race here was too weak, as if there was something blocking it. He needed to use the Sacrificial Cauldron to investigate.
The purple light was like a bolt of lightning, instantly shooting into the hundreds of feet of broken wall, straight into the depths of the earth vein.
The veins of the earth were like coiled dragons that interweaved and intertwined with each other. Even though they were intricate and complicated, there was only a single point in the end. Moreover, every single vein beneath the ground had a trace of weak Karmic Luck and energy seeping out from it.
The Essence Qi was like tens of thousands of spirit snakes, all coming from one place, which was the place where the Qi of Fortune was emitting. It was a place filled with dense Spirit Qi, surrounded by a faint purple haze, and abnormally rich Heaven and Earth Source Qi, as if some kind of creature was hiding in the depths of the earth.
Finally, Xiao Chen probed deeper into the ground with the help of the purple lightning. That was a broken rock vein, but it was emitting a sparkling and translucent purple radiance. Within the dense purple radiance, he could vaguely make out a creature lying on the ground.
When Xiao Chen clearly saw the appearance of this creature, he suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. In the depths of the underground rock vein, there was a creature with antlers on its head. Its entire body was covered in purple scales, and it had a pair of flesh wings on its back. Its head was large and long, and it was brandishing its claws and swinging its tail. It looked very lifelike, and its charm was extremely realistic. With a single glance, one could tell that it was insufferably arrogant, as if it was the supreme existence in the world.
It turned out to be a Winged Dragon from the ancient times!
The fortune gathered in this ancient city had turned into a dragon, which could explain why the Fallen Dragon City could dominate this desolate land for tens of thousands of years and prosper. It was indeed because of its strong fortune.
Humans expanded territories, established tribes, and sacrificed to their tribes to obtain the providence of their tribes. However, the amount of providence that each tribe could obtain varied according to its strength. In order to better distinguish the density of the providence, the corresponding grades of the spirit items that the tribes could conjure were divided according to the amount of providence that the tribes could suppress.
Spirit Serpent, Spirit Python, Flying Dragon, Winged Dragon, and Golden Dragon. The difference between each rank was like the difference between heaven and earth. It could be said that the amount of Luck that could be gathered by each rank was dozens or even hundreds of times greater than that of the previous rank.
However, the ancient city had been reduced to ruins, and its people had been wiped out. Without the support of its people, the body of the Winged Dragon condensed by the fortune in the underground vein was less than ten feet long. Its original purple-gold body had also become light purple, and it even looked a little illusory. Its entire body was constantly overflowing with the essence of fortune. In less than a hundred years, this Divine Dragon of Fortune would disappear completely, and this place would become an ordinary mountain range.
Moreover, Xiao Chen also found that the Divine Dragon condensed by the fortune was wrapped in strands of black gas, like taut ropes, tightly binding the Divine Dragon to the ground, making it unable to move.
Boom!
Originally, Xiao Chen thought that the Divine Dragon of Fortune was just an unconscious thing condensed by the fortune. However, in the next moment, the Winged Dragon suddenly raised its huge head, and two beams of purple light shot out from its lantern-sized purple-gold eyes towards Xiao Chen. Caught off guard, Xiao Chen let out a muffled groan and could not help but take a few steps back.
What!
After the two beams of purple light shot out from the Winged Dragon, its originally thin body became even more illusory, and the strands of black gas wrapped around its body tightened even more.
My Lord!
Que Yueming, who was in the distance, could not help but shout when he saw Xiao Chen's body suddenly being knocked back.
Waving his hand to indicate that Que Yueming was fine, the purple light in Xiao Chen's eyes had already disappeared, and he could no longer see the Divine Dragon of Fortune in the depths of the underground.
The two beams of purple light shot out by the Winged Dragon did not cause any harm to Xiao Chen, but instead brought a message to Xiao Chen.
Through the message sent by the Winged Dragon, Xiao Chen finally understood why the Human Race Combat Divisions wanted to occupy this place, but in the end, they had no choice but to flee far away.
The Heavenly Building Realm warrior of the Ao Shan Tribe was right, it was indeed an ordinary Human Race Combat Division with a shallow foundation, and simply could not control the fortune of this place.
Even if this Winged Dragon was only condensed by the fortune of the Human Race, it was still a dragon, so how could it be bound by the endless chains formed by the evil spirits?
Originally, when the ancient city was destroyed, the fortune gathered in this place would dissipate and return to the Human Race, but it was trapped deep underground, so it needed to absorb the wish of the Human Race again to soar in the Nine Heavens, or return to its tribe.
Every time a Human Race Combat Division came, the Winged Dragon would gather the wish of its tribesmen to break the shackles on its body, but how much fortune could these small tribes produce? In the end, the Winged Dragon could only gather the fortune of their tribe, and they would become misfortune after misfortune, and finally escape from this place.