12 hours wasn’t a long time, but it wasn’t a short time either. After staring in a blank daze for so long, it was inevitable that one would feel bored. Cultivating was certainly the best way to pass his time, but to cultivate here wasn’t a good choice at all.

Qin Yu’s eyes couldn’t help but slowly fall onto the surface of the stone tablet and the dark golden textures that were weaving together. At first he only wanted to pass time. After all, these textures in themselves were very beautiful.

But after a long time, his whole mind seemed immersed in this, as if there was nothing else in the entire world but him and these dark golden lines.

In this trance-like state, even the Good Fortune Tablet itself was ignored. All that remained were those gorgeous lines that became increasingly clear, branding themselves upon his mind, no longer able to be erased.

The dark golden lines started to twist. In his eyes, they became countless strips, similar to meridians, with an unknown material flowing within. The only problem was that most of these dark golden lines had stopped and withered. There were many breakage points, making it no longer capable of smoothly flowing.

When Qin Yu’s attention was focused on one of the blocked dark golden lines, he seemed to hear pained and repressed gasps in his ears, as...