Chapter 847: Sword Sheath

"Smash it."

These three understated words, upon reaching the ears of many high-ranking officials from various realms, left them stunned.

Chen Ling didn't hesitate in the slightest. With a gentle sweep of his fingertip across the ground, arcing electricity pulsed across the surface, and a heavy, black boning knife slowly emerged from the earth.

Reshape!

Simultaneously, a domain rapidly expanded with him at its center.

The oppressive aura of the activated Tribunal caused Chen Ling's grand red opera robe to flap wildly. Holding the arc-wrapped boning knife in one hand, he walked expressionlessly towards the Skypiercing Star Seat.

"Spade... move aside." Chen Ling said calmly.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng shivered and immediately descended from the throne.

"Heart 6! What do you intend to do?!" A high-ranking official from the Skypiercing Pagoda, seeing this, had veins bulging on his neck. "You dare to smash the Skypiercing Star Seat?!"

"Do you have any idea how much effort we poured into a single Skypiercing Star Seat?!"

"Human destiny is elusive and intangible; nothing can contain it except for the Skypiercing Star Seat!! Even if you smash it, you'll gain nothing!!"

"We poured everything into creating seven Skypiercing Star Seats! There were none before, and there will be none in the future! If you smash one, humanity will forever lose a thread of its fortune!"

"To shatter and strip away humanity's fortune! You will surely face divine retribution!!"

The roars of anger from all directions did not affect Chen Ling in the slightest.

He simply walked, knife in hand, step by step, towards the magnificent black throne. The power of the Tribunal gathered on the blade as he slowly looked up at the starlight piercing into the clouds...

"Divine retribution?" Chen Ling smiled faintly. "In my mind, I already bear the most terrifying divine retribution in this world."

He swung the boning knife in his hand forcefully towards the throne!!

BOOM—!!!

An earth-shattering explosion echoed throughout the Old District.

The moment the blade touched the throne, the reshaping electrical energy lowered the material's destruction threshold to its minimum. Combined with a strike imbued with judgment, the magnificent throne instantly became covered in a dense network of cracks, then was forcefully split open down the middle by the immense power!

Broken stones, carried by the strong winds, scattered in all directions, and rising dust instantly obscured the ground!

The Skypiercing Star Seat collapsed with a roar before the grand red opera robe. The starlight that had soared into the clouds also shattered piece by piece with the flash of the blade, vanishing into the air...

"Holy crap..."

The members of the Twilight Society, who had witnessed the entire process from a distance, stood frozen like stone statues, their eyes wide with shock. "Are these young ones... all so ferocious?!"

Judging by this, Jin Fugui's death truly wasn't unjust... When they returned, they'd have to tease him less.

Meanwhile, a blurry cluster of starlight floated up from within the throne, seemingly on the verge of dissipating into the air.

"Diamond," Chen Ling said in a deep voice.

In fact, even before Chen Ling could speak, Sun Bumian had already moved.

A domain silently expanded, with good and ill fortune energies coiling around Sun Bumian's palms. He subtly gestured towards the starlight, and it seemed to be enveloped and locked by something, ceasing its outward dispersion and instead hovering silently in the air.

That thread of human destiny could turn misfortune into blessing and disaster into good fortune...

In Sun Bumian's eyes, it was one of the world's "Great Fortunes."

But perhaps because it was linked to the entirety of human destiny, even Sun Bumian found it somewhat difficult to control this "Great Fortune." A golden mass was gradually peeled away from the starlight, trembling slightly in the air.

"Go." Sun Bumian raised a hand and pointed at Jian Changsheng.

Under Sun Bumian's control, the golden fortune flew directly towards Jian Changsheng...

Jian Changsheng watched the fortune approach him, feeling a mix of nervousness and joy. Yet, before it could fully integrate into his body, an ancient killing aura surged from him, directly repelling the golden fortune!

Jian Changsheng: ???

"What's going on?" Chen Ling asked, frowning.

Sun Bumian saw this, gave Jian Changsheng a complicated look, and shook his head.

"It won't work. His fate is too ominous; the fortune can't merge with him... Extreme great fortune and extreme great misfortune cannot coexist in the same space-time."

Jian Changsheng stood frozen.

He stared blankly at the golden fortune so close to him, a pang of bitterness rising in his heart...

"Forget it, Heart... just forget it." Jian Changsheng forced a smile.

"I should have realized it long ago. From the moment we stepped into the Old District, nothing has gone smoothly... At first, we were relentlessly hunted. Then Nullity appeared. After finally dispatching him, we were pursued by the five great realms. We returned, hoping to seize the Skypiercing Star Seat, but then had to activate it, breaking the throne, only for the fortune to ultimately fail to integrate..."

"Something, unseen, has always been obstructing me, preventing me from obtaining this thread of fortune..."

"My destiny cannot be changed."

Jian Changsheng was tired. The world had given him hope again and again, only to constantly crush it. His emotions had risen and fallen like a roller coaster, and now he was truly exhausted.

"You've come this far. Do you really think you can just give up now?" Chen Ling said coldly.

Chen Ling didn't care if Little Jian was tired; he only knew that they had struggled to get this far, and if they failed at the final step, everything would become a joke.

"Diamond, is there no other way?"

Sun Bumian pondered for a moment. "They definitely can't merge inside his body... But if this fortune remains outside his body for an extended period, their auras might overlap and still have an effect, though not as good as if it were fully integrated."

"That works too. What should we do?"

"I need a container. Its shape and material don't matter, but it must possess the 'form' of a container."

Seeing this, Chen Ling casually picked up a piece of steel from the ground. After a brief thought, he activated Reshape, and arcs of electricity flashed across its surface.

A moment later, a thumb-sized silver scabbard appeared in his palm.

Chen Ling tossed the scabbard to Sun Bumian, who rubbed his hands together repeatedly, as if kneading dough. He molded the thread of golden fortune into the shape of the scabbard and gradually inserted it inside.

The process appeared extremely difficult; even Sun Bumian was drenched in sweat from the effort. When the fortune was finally fully inserted, a clear resonance rang out from within the scabbard!

Ding—!!

A wave of energy swept out from the scabbard. That thread of human fortune was now completely locked within, and the silver scabbard seemed to be draped in a mysterious veil, radiating an indescribable luster.

After all of this was done, Sun Bumian looked as if he had expended all his energy, his face pale.

With a casual toss, he threw the scabbard to Jian Changsheng, then, wiping sweat from his face, grumbled:

"Damn it, I wouldn't have come to be this laborer if I'd known. What a pain... Spade, you owe me and Heart a huge favor now!"