Luck is an intangible, ethereal thing. It cannot be seen or touched, and ordinary cultivators are completely unable to sense it. Only those who have reached a profound level of power can perceive the presence of luck. Jiang Chen’s current strength is already terrifying, so he is well aware of its existence. Once one is touched by luck, they can reap immense benefits, and their cultivation will progress with half the effort for twice the result.
Jiang Chen had considered absorbing this luck, but he had no intention of taking it all. If he were to absorb every shred of it, the entire universe’s luck would be focused on him, effectively crippling the universe itself. This was exactly what had happened to the Twelfth Universe; the Heavenly Trace had locked away the luck, making it impossible for the Twelfth Universe to produce any more Universe Ancestor Gods. To create such beings, one would have to shatter the luck of the Heavenly Dao Mountain and return the luck seized by other powerful figures back to the universe.
"Luck? What exactly is luck?" Sheng Qingxue asked, her face full of confusion. Her current cultivation level was too low to grasp such concepts.
Chapter 1857