Dragon God Sacred Land.

A market where starlight flowed and many constellations sparkled brightly.

Many disciples from the Dragon God Sacred Land had come to the gambling den, placing bets on Hong Yuan to defy the heavens, change fate, and become rich overnight. Not only these disciples, but even the Demon Saints who served as Elders also surreptitiously placed their bets. Some with a large appetite for gambling even staked Holy Artifacts.

They were betting on whether Xuan Guangqiao could defeat the allied army led by several Tao Species and rise against the odds to become the master of the Green Dragon Heavenly Scenic Tower Demon Realm.

"Cold Rain Demon Saint, are you sure you want to wager the Holy Artifact, the Star Rain Spear?"

"Although the Star Rain Spear is only a human-level Holy Artifact, its power, supported by Star Power, is nearly equivalent to that of an earth-level Holy Artifact."

The gambling den owner hesitated, reluctant to handle this hot potato.

Holy Artifacts were unique and possessed formidable power. They implicitly served as a Demon Saint’s second life, their importance self-evident.

Furthermore, Cold Rain Demon Saint was also a formidable eighth-stage big shot. As a bloodline descendant of the Great Moon Saint, Han Jiuming, it was rumored that he possessed the Great Moon Saint’s methods.

Facing such a formidable client, the gambling den owner truly dared not accept the wager.

"Haha, it’s all right. Xuan Guangqiao’s odds of winning are so low; he definitely won’t become the big winner and take over the Green Dragon Heavenly Scenic Tower Demon Realm."

"I’ll place the Holy Artifact, the Star Rain Spear, on him. You should be pleased. It’s only a twofold return; surely a big gambling den owner like you can accept that?" the Cold Rain Demon Saint said with a smile, his plain Daoist robe fluttering. It was hard to believe such goading words could come from him.

This... Knowing it was a goad, the gambling den owner still shamefully felt tempted.

Yes, facing the allied army formed by several Tao Species, how could Xuan Guangqiao, with his current strength, possibly defeat them? Even if the allied forces did nothing, simply maintaining a siege would cause Xuan Guangqiao and his army to collapse due to failing supply lines for their meat fields.

I must keep a close eye on Xuan Qi and those juniors. I refuse to believe that Xuan Guangqiao could actually rise against the odds!

The gambling den owner snorted inwardly, then his fattened face suddenly beamed with a smile. "Well, since Cold Rain Demon Saint has said so much, how could I be ungracious and spoil the mood?"

The gambling den owner accepted the bet.

Smiles appeared on both their faces simultaneously.

Seeing the smug expression on the gambling den owner, Cold Rain Demon Saint inwardly scoffed.

Heh heh, greedy fool. He knows I wouldn’t make a move without reason, yet he still accepts the bet.

This era will bring forth a Calamity-Bearing Demon, and this Calamity-Bearing Demon, nine times out of ten, is Xuan Guangqiao!

The Cold Rain Demon Saint was absolutely certain.

He waved his hand grandly, his Daoist robe sleeves stirred, and Immortal Qi fluttered around him.

...

In the Monarch’s camp of the Zero Desolate Army.

The Purple Gold Cauldron stood majestically on the ground, with Hong Yuan in front of it.

Trails of black Refining Tao Tao Marks once more spread from his hands, covering the Purple Gold Cauldron.

Above his head, the Luck Giant Dragon roared continuously, swinging its tail. It turned all the fortune of living beings obtained in the Gale Sea Area into Celestial materials and tossed them into the Purple Gold Cauldron.

Hong Yuan suddenly had a realization. As he watched the azure-green ethereal wind take shape within the great cauldron, he couldn’t help but think with deep emotion, Refining Tao is so profound; it could probably produce a Great Emperor!

The fortune of all beings from the Morning Star Sea Area appeared as dreamlike starlight, while that from the Gale Sea Area manifested as a mass of azure-green ethereal wind. The manifestations of these two types of fortune of all beings were not the same, which was particularly strange.

However, under the influence of the Refining Tao Tao Marks, these vastly different fortunes were rapidly shaped. It was as if a little white rabbit had been caught by a big grey wolf, completely at its mercy.

This suggested that Refining Tao potentially had much to offer. It could even command the Luck Tao lineage that had once produced a Great Emperor, making it hard for Hong Yuan not to ponder its further implications.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ—

Inside the Purple Gold Cauldron, the Refining Tao Tao Marks operated wildly, and the ethereal wind gradually took shape.

A greenish Token appeared above the Purple Gold Cauldron, hovering eerily in mid-air.

"Come here."

Hong Yuan extended his large hand and effortlessly grasped it.

This time, Hong Yuan had successfully refined the Water Order of the Gale Sea Area!

"Absorb."

A massive gravitational force emerged from his hand, rapidly absorbing the Creation from the Water Order of the Gale Sea Area.

ROAR—

Faintly, Hong Yuan heard the roar of the Luck Giant Dragon above his head.

He closed his eyes, activated his Destiny Lamp High Illumination Divine Power, and observed the changes in fortune.

Hong Yuan’s vision changed:

The giant dragon his fortune transformed into greedily devoured the green wind waves rising from the Water Order of the Gale Sea Area. During this process, the Luck Giant Dragon’s form began to shrink, becoming more exquisite.

A new fleshy bump had even begun to form on its head, developing in the direction of two large horns.

Is this Luck White Jiao evolving into a Luck White Dragon!? Hong Yuan was stunned for a moment.

A Luck White Dragon—that was the domain of the Emperor Realm!

And to possess such fortune without being in the Great Emperor State, there could only be one possibility: the Son of Fortune!

Wandering back and forth, could it be that I am the Son of Fortune of the Demon Clan for this era...

For a moment, Hong Yuan was overwhelmed with emotions.

I’ve searched for him hundreds and thousands of times amidst the crowd, only to suddenly turn back and find him right there, where the lights are dim.

He had always been cautious in his planning, afraid of violating the established rules. This was precisely to show his potential and gain the Demon Clan’s protection before he could make it onto the Demon Slaying List of the Human Race.

But now, he didn’t have to do anything to effortlessly receive the full protection of the Demon Clan.

No, I mustn’t think like that!

A hint of lingering fear flashed in Hong Yuan’s eyes as he recalled Tianli from his dreams.

That Tianli had been incredibly powerful. As the Son of Fortune of the Demon Clan of his generation, he could easily call the wind and summon the rain.

A Demon slaying a Demon Saint, a sixth-rank killing a seventh-rank, a seventh-rank slaughtering a Saint Lord, a Saint Lord crushing an Elder...

But Tianli’s end had been horribly tragic, dying from the backlash of the Dragon-transformed Demon Cultivators.

Fortune is certainly extraordinary, but it’s just an aid. One must never consider it the decisive factor.

The Heavenly Horned Ant itself possesses an invincible posture. If Tianli hadn’t been deluded by his status as the Son of Fortune of the Demon Clan’s era, perhaps he truly could have fulfilled the wishes of those old undying Demons.

To achieve the grand feat of reversing the cosmic trend, to single-handedly overturn the heavens’ and earth’s favoritism towards the Human Race—what a monumental achievement it would have been. Alas, there are no ’what ifs.’ I must be cautious, ever more cautious.

Hong Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing the thought that his Demonic Body might very well be the Son of Fortune of the Demon Clan for this era.

He adjusted his mindset bit by bit, preparing to face the impending "Great Vicious Battle."

...

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「Dragon Star Sea Region.」

In the Dragon Star Pavilion of the Dragon Star Archipelago.

The Monarchs of the "Bridge-Claiming Army," led by the three Tao Species—Lang Fanyun, Liu Hongde, and Zhu Jiushi—gathered here, endlessly vying for the position of Alliance Hierarch.

And the number of Monarchs participating in this "Bridge-Claiming Army" totaled a staggering one hundred and eight!

The power of this coalition had swelled to an astonishing extent. One must know that the forces Hong Yuan had amassed over many days of contention amounted to merely eighteen sea regions.

One hundred and eight sea regions versus eighteen—this was an insurmountable gap. No wonder the gambling den owner dared to accept Cold Rain Demon Saint’s bet.

Thus, as they neared the front lines, the Tao Species suddenly began to dispute the position of Alliance Hierarch.

"My Monarch is a renowned lord of virtue and wisdom. Who else but him deserves the position of Alliance Hierarch?" Bei Buzi proudly raised his head.

"Heh, my Family Head is an even more capable sovereign. Who can possibly control him?" Zhu Jiushi’s military advisor retorted sharply.