Every time the Celestial Fate Source appears, it is simply about relying on luck. Trying to capture it is too difficult, and Celestial Immortals almost never attempt such a whimsical endeavor.

They seem to possess a certain spirituality and are of a higher level of energy, moving at a speed that even Celestial Immortals find unreachable.

White streaks of light flash across the sky and vanish without a trace, seemingly consciously hiding their presence.

On this day, countless Immortals stood on the mountains, their eyes sparkling as they watched the scattered white light groups. If nearby, they would undoubtedly take a closer look, perhaps taking a couple of fortunate ones as disciples.

One by one, the Celestial Fate Sources flickered with silhouettes. Many Celestial Immortals attempted to capture them, but as soon as they reached out, the sources were already hundreds of miles away.

“Wow, so many meteors!”

On the first peak of Immortal Martial Mountain, a beautifully adorable young girl, Yue Yiyi, lay in the arms of her master Hong Xuanji, laughing and pointing at the sky.

Hong Xuanji stroked the little girl’s head and said, “Yiyi is a lucky child. She drags her master out to look at the stars and ends up seeing little celestial fairies everywhere.”

Looking afar, Hong Xuanji could clearly see where each Celestial Fate Source was falling across the vast Divine Land, searching for the fortunate ones and moving unpredictably.

They mostly fall in Spirit Mountain Blessed Lands, and several dozen Celestial Fate Sources fall upon Immortal Martial Mountain, with one heading directly for He Fang and his apprentice.

“Master, Master, Yiyi really likes these little stars!” The young girl whined adorably, aware that whenever she whined, her master would fulfill her wishes.

Because her master’s favorite person is none other than Yiyi!

“Alright, watch as Master grabs the little stars for you.” Though this was a forbidden act, he did not care at all.

Hong Xuanji laughed, extended his right hand, and his arm stretched a hundred miles in an instant, casually capturing three Celestial Fate Sources.

One was yellowish-white, only the size of a fist; one was milky-white, about the size of a grapefruit; and one was bright white, as large as a human head, a high-level source group.

The three source groups struggled in Hong Xuanji’s hand but were unable to escape, suppressed and unable to move.

“Yiyi, which one do you like?” Hong Xuanji asked with a laugh.

The young girl touched her lips thoughtfully and pointed to the smallest one, because the other two were simply too large for her small hands to hold.

Hong Xuanji casually tossed the two larger Celestial Fate Sources into the sky, escaping as if granted amnesty, and wandered in the Shu Region, searching for the fortunate ones.

“Here, this is Yiyi’s.

Even though it’s only a basic source power, its advantage lies in being attribute-free, pure and harmless, a gift from the Origin.”

Yue Yiyi played with it in her hands like dough, unable to let go. Hearing her master say it could be eaten, she took bites as if eating cotton candy.

After finishing it, apart from feeling a warm sensation in her body, there was no change at all.

This warm feeling made the little girl sleepy, and before long, she yawned. Hong Xuanji gently picked up his disciple and slowly walked back home.

At that moment, Chen Qingniu was cultivating on his mountaintop, practicing day and night without wasting a single moment, constantly refining his physique.

He punched, gathering Earth Qi and Spiritual Qi, forming a fist seal a meter long and wide that flew hundreds of meters before gradually dissipating.

At such a level, Martial Dao was already profound, each strike resembling magic, with astonishing power.

Someone punched and shattered a mountain, turning it into a sea of sand. Someone punched and burned mountains to boil seas, akin to the Fire God. Someone punched and froze thousands of miles, daring to compare with True Immortal in Taoist technique.

Chen Qingniu, undistracted, elevated his cultivation level rapidly.

Suddenly, a milky-white light group rushed directly towards him. While cultivating, his aura surged, instantly breaking through a small realm.

“Is this the Celestial Fate Source?”

“Indeed.” He Fang drifted over, nodding and saying to his disciple, “The Celestial Fate Source is as pure and flawless as the True Immortal Origin, assisting you in fast cultivation.

However, while speed can be swift, your foundation must not be left unstrengthened! Qingniu, do not pursue speed excessively for revenge, or it will ruin your future!”

“Disciple understands.” Chen Qingniu nodded heavily, glanced sideways at Frost Moon Peak, his heart aching faintly with endless bitterness.

Then, he continued cultivating without a moment’s hesitation.

In Yuzhang City, Wang Xuan sat on the grass, staring silently at the sky.

This situation indeed relies on luck alone, being favored by the Celestial Fate Source is even harder than winning the jackpot.

Suddenly, two white light groups appeared before him, one milky-white and the size of a grapefruit, the other bright white and the size of a basketball.

They flashed in the Spirit Valley villa area, with one directly heading to Wang Xuan, incredibly fast, with no time to react, the basketball-sized Celestial Fate Source merged into his body.

The whole person seemed to be soaking in warm water, extraordinarily comfortable. The Celestial Fate Source merged into his flesh, inseparable and becoming one.

The accelerator quickly indicated absorptive source power, but Wang Xuan simply moved his mind, the merged Celestial Fate Source showing signs of separation.

This made him restrain himself; if the cooked duck flew away, it would be a huge loss. Unable to be converted into source power value was no concern, since the body absorbed it, it’s still his regardless.

At this time, his aura showed no change, as if that scene had never occurred; if Wang Xuan hadn’t seen it firsthand, apart from the body’s heat, there would be no anomaly.

His skin exuded a layer of gray-white mud, seemingly undergoing Washing Marrow, clearing away impurities, but his innate body’s flesh was crystal clear, rendering the effect less noticeable.

“It seems my strength is incrementally increasing, like seedlings growing, requiring no cultivation, yet my strength still rises without elevating cultivation level.”

This was highly significant, representing his combat power at the Same Realm slowly increasing, further strengthening his foundation.

Wang Xuan estimated his body, transforming from snake to python, python to dragon, dragon to Long. His physique constantly evolved, and the potential, talent, and life essence in cultivation are incomparable to the past.

Moreover, the integration of the Celestial Fate Source pushes him further.

Every tiny strand of flesh is being reconstructed by the Celestial Fate Source, warm and seemingly with endless strength, never knowing fatigue.

“Hmm, is there more?”

Wang Xuan felt a bit greedy, wondering if there might be a second source group after the first.

After waiting a while without another source power group arriving, it seemed the fortunate event had concluded.

At this moment, the Celestial Fate Source was completely integrated with him, making extraction nearly impossible.

As one of the hundreds of fortunate ones, Wang Xuan was unaware of the grade of the Celestial Fate Source he acquired, but the gain was ultimately a good thing for him.

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