477: Cannot see through

The cabin was silent for a long moment. Cang Wu’s gaze once again fell upon the sea of clouds outside the cabin, seemingly able to pierce through mountains and rivers to see that distant place. He slowly spoke, adding:

"There is one more point that concerns me even more."

All the Disciples concentrated and listened carefully, not daring to even breathe heavily.

"Although the Dragon Qi of the Tianqi Royal Capital coils and crouches, seemingly unparalleled in prosperity, it has actually entered a deadlock. The Dragon Qi is stagnant, making new vitality difficult to achieve. This is a sign of a Dynasty reaching its peak and beginning to decline. However, when observing the veins of its Luck, I discovered a wisp of Purple Light beneath the Imperial City walls. It wraps around the side of the Dragon Qi, seemingly present yet absent, refusing to dissipate or leave. It neither competes with the Dragon Qi nor merges with it; it simply wraps around it quietly, forming a strange sight."

"Observing Situ Jun's bone structure, his face shows signs of nobility and refinement; his nose is straight and his forehead is full, indicating fortune and longevity. Yet, the end of his eyebrow carries a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of Purple Qi, hidden between the brow ridges. If one does not look closely, it is hard to detect. And that wisp of Purple Light wrapped around the Dragon Qi is subtly connected to his innate Luck; the two share the same origin and lineage, as if naturally compatible."

The Disciples were all startled upon hearing this. Some couldn't help but gasp softly, then immediately covered their mouths, suppressing the sound, their eyes filled with curiosity:

"Revered Master, are you saying that he is involved with the Royal Capital's Luck, and even that unknown wisp of Purple Light?"

"Not involvement, but Destiny."

Cang Wu's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of amusement, and a hint of understanding that saw through everything:

"The Tianqi Royal Capital's Luck appears prosperous, but in reality, it is already strong on the outside but weak on the inside. That wisp of Purple Light is the catalyst to break the deadlock. Only by borrowing this Purple Light can the stagnant Dragon Qi regain vitality and break this stalemate. And Situ Jun is the one who holds the key. His fate is inherently and tightly linked to this Purple Light and the Luck of Tianqi."

He raised his hand, his fingertip gently tracing the Bronze Tortoise Shell on the desk.

The moment his fingertip touched the shell, the patterns on the tortoise shell suddenly lit up, emitting a faint golden light. Star patterns flowed, as if a galaxy was surging across it.

But in an instant, the golden light rapidly faded, and the tortoise shell returned to its original state, as if the phenomenon just now had been an illusion.

"The Imperial Astronomical Bureau monitors the Luck of the world and divines the fortunes and misfortunes of mankind, yet it is constrained by ancestral rules. The Heavenly Dragon Dynasty established an iron law: as long as it does not affect the rule of our Heavenly Dragon, and does not endanger the common people of the world, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau must not interfere with the rise and fall of Vassal Dynasties. This is the Dao of Governance, and also the Dao of Luck. The Heavenly Dao has its own Reincarnation, and Luck has its own fixed number. Even forced intervention cannot change the final outcome, and instead will invite a backlash from Luck, resulting in more harm than good."

He picked up his teacup and took another sip. His voice was calm, yet carried the composure of one tempered by a thousand trials:

"Since I have entered this Tianqi Royal Capital and met an extraordinary person like Situ Jun, forming a good relationship is paving a path for the future. After all, the rule of this world has never been divinely ordained; it is walked out by people step by step. Although Luck has a fixed number, it also hides variables. No one knows what kind of structure the world will take in the future."

The Disciples looked at each other, seeming to understand yet not fully comprehend. The confusion in their hearts slightly dissipated, only to be replaced by a greater sense of bewilderment about the future.

They were still young. Although they had cultivated for many years, their experience was limited, making it difficult to fully grasp the grand structure of the world seen in Revered Master's eyes. They could only silently commit these words to memory, intending to slowly contemplate them later.

Seeing this, Cang Wu shook his head slightly, a faint smile flashing in his eyes, seemingly helpless yet also expectant:

"You are still young, and your experience is insufficient. When you travel more paths with me in the future, you will naturally understand. Enough, don't overthink it. Pass down the order: activate the Spiritual Rune Great Array on the ship's body and rush at full speed to the Great Moon Kingdom. Bringing back that Heavenly Spiritual Root female is the top priority of this journey."

"Yes, Revered Master!"

All the Disciples bowed in unison and responded loudly. No one dared to raise any further objections. Although the doubts in their hearts had not completely vanished, they knew that Revered Master's decision was definitely not made without reason.

As the Disciples' orders were relayed, the five Flying Ships trembled slightly again. The Spiritual Rune Formation Cores beneath the ships glowed brightly, azure Spiritual Qi surged, and the Flying Ships sharply accelerated, soaring into the higher clouds. Their speed was several times faster than before, like arrows shot from a bow, tearing through the sky.

The clouds along the side were torn into wisps by the speed of the Flying Ships and scattered in the wind. The clear chime of the Glazed Bells hanging from the eaves was shattered by the Fierce Wind, and the fragmented ringing dispersed into the vast sea of clouds, gradually fading away.

Outside the cabin was an endless sea of clouds, surging and undulating like a turbulent ocean. Below the hull were continuous mountains and rivers, which, due to the speed of the Flying Ship, were reduced to mere ink blots, rapidly flashing past.

Cang Wu sat alone in the Quiet Chamber at the head of the cabin. This Quiet Chamber was his exclusive space, windowless and unlit, with only the Spiritual Tortoise Shell on the desk emitting a faint, gentle glow, casting his features into half-light and half-shadow, making his emotions indiscernible.

Inside the Quiet Chamber, even the wind struggled to penetrate. Only a trace of extremely faint Sandalwood fragrance slowly drifted through the air.

He lightly rubbed his fingertips. The Spiritual Tortoise Shell slowly spun a slight arc in his palm. The patterns on the shell flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, subtly aligning with the flow of the sea of clouds outside the cabin, as if this tortoise shell were connected to the Luck of Heaven and Earth, divining the unknowns of the world.

What he had just told his Disciples was only seven parts truth and three parts fabrication.

Situ Jun's Luck was more than just hidden brilliance; it was the Chaos Destiny that existed since the beginning of creation. It belonged neither to the Dragon Court nor to Aristocratic Families, nor to the ritual vessels of any Dynasty. Unbound by any rules of Heaven and Earth, it was a fate capable of truly seeing through the structure of the world and stirring the Luck of the Star River.

Such a Destiny, let alone him having lived for over eight hundred years, even the successive Elders of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau have probably never witnessed it.

What was even stranger was that wisp of Purple Light.

Cang Wu gently raised his hand, gathering a wisp of faint Spiritual Qi at his fingertip. Within the Spiritual Qi, there seemed to be a subtle, almost imperceptible purple shadow—it was a trace of Purple Light aura he had secretly drawn from beneath the Tianqi Imperial City walls.

He had lived for over eight hundred years and had practiced the Imperial Astronomical Bureau's Qi Observation Technique for a century. He had seen Emperor's Capitals where Dragon Qi coiled, cultivation Holy Lands where Immortal Light pierced the sky, and Buddhist Pure Lands bathed in Buddha's Light. He had personally witnessed most strange phenomena in the world, yet he had never seen Purple Light like that.

It was unlike the dense and majestic Emperor's Purple Qi, which carried the might of ruling the world; nor was it like the pure and ethereal Immortal Cultivation Purple Qi, which carried the detachment of transcending the mundane... Instead, it resembled a wisp of Spiritual Breath born at the dawn of creation, pure and ethereal.

It took root and sprouted by leveraging the Dragon Qi of the Tianqi Royal Capital, yet it did not rely on the Dragon Qi; instead, it merged with Situ Jun's Qi Meridian.

This formed a strange phenomenon of “you in me, me in you,” which prevented him, even when executing the Qi Observation Technique to its limit, from discerning the trajectory of Situ Jun's Destiny.

It was as if his fate was hidden in Chaos and concealed by Heaven and Earth, making it impossible for anyone to predict.