Chapter 1980: 1980 **Chapter 1980: The Second Level of Luck** In the battleship, Saint Sovereign Hao brewed another pot of Dao tea. But this time, he didn’t use Dao water, as it was rare and not always available to him. Lin Moyu detailed the events that had transpired since he entered Cloud Mist Mountain. Saint Sovereign Hao had received many fragmented inheritances and had learned some of the Cloud Mist Sect’s techniques. From these, he deduced that the Cloud Mist Sect’s inheritance was related to luck. To obtain the Cloud Mist Sect’s inheritance, one must find people with extremely good luck. Those with extremely good luck could smoothly cultivate to the peak of Divine Sovereign or even reach the Other Shore. Each of them could be revered as ancestors. However, they had never been able to obtain the Cloud Mist Sect’s inheritance. Now, it was clear that obtaining the inheritance was not just about having good luck. Saint Sovereign Hao whispered, "As we suspected, the Cloud Mist Sect’s inheritance can manipulate luck." "But I didn’t expect that within the supreme inheritance, there would be a trace of a Heavenly Sovereign’s remnant soul." Recalling the previous suppression that left him immobile, he felt very uncomfortable. But thinking about it now, the other party was a Heavenly Sovereign. Even if it was just a remnant soul, it was still a Heavenly Sovereign. There is a significant gap between a Saint Sovereign and a Heavenly Sovereign, with a Supreme in between. Thinking this way, Saint Sovereign Hao felt more balanced. At least he wasn’t too embarrassed, much better than those shameless old guys. Lin Moyu still concealed some information because there were things he couldn’t say. He couldn’t tell Saint Sovereign Hao that this world had no hope left. Unless he could repair the Great World Runes, they could only wait for death. At the same time, he couldn’t tell Saint Sovereign Hao that there was another path. Because this path was equivalent to non-existence for all the current Other Shore realm humans. When they achieved the Other Shore, they took a shortcut, severing this path. For them, unless the divine path was reforged one day, they had no hope of achieving Supreme. Otherwise, their lifetime limit would be Saint Sovereign. The damage to the Great World Runes had a significant impact on the entire world. All cultivators within the Great World had their lifespans reduced. In ancient times, a Saint Sovereign could live for 100,000 years. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 Now, they could hardly live to 50,000 years. Moreover, resources were difficult to regenerate. Although the world was still expanding, it was meaningless. As the world continued to expand, the world’s power became more dispersed, and resources would only deplete faster. Until the Great World expanded to its limit, and resources depleted to their limit, it would eventually collapse completely. The Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign burned his remnant soul to seize the luck of various races, buying some time for the Great World, but it was still limited. Lin Moyu felt that knowing such despairing things himself was enough; there was no need to tell Saint Sovereign Hao and others. Some things are better left unknown. Saint Sovereign Hao said, "When you return, you should thoroughly comprehend the Cloud Mist Sect’s inheritance. Once you have mastered it and your realm has improved, you can proceed with the next task." Lin Moyu asked, "What is the next task?" Saint Sovereign Hao did not hide it, "We need to find some things to see if they can help with the divine path." "You know, for many years, we have been trying to repair the divine path." "Although we don’t know the method, countless experiments have yielded some results." The Saint Sovereigns had been working tirelessly, never giving up. They knew their efforts might not be very useful, but they had to try to be at peace. Lin Moyu wouldn’t dampen their confidence. The battleship returned to the divine city, and Lin Moyu entered his cultivation room. In his soul world, which was also the manifestation of his rule world, a pearl floated before his soul. The supreme inheritance of the Cloud Mist Sect was inside. At this moment, a crying sound came from the pearl. Lin Moyu felt helpless, "Little Mist, you’ve been crying all the way, stop crying." "Master, let me cry a bit more!" A clear voice came from the pearl, accompanied by sobs. Lin Moyu had obtained the supreme inheritance and became the new master of Lord Mist. Thus, Lord Mist became Little Mist. The pearl contained not only the supreme inheritance of the Cloud Mist Sect but also messages from the Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign to Little Mist. The Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign explained to Little Mist why she was put to sleep. He explained why she was kept so busy, interacting with many Cloud Mist Sect disciples. Little Mist finally understood that the Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign was nurturing her spirituality. Only by constantly interacting and communicating with living beings could her spirituality gradually strengthen. Eventually, Little Mist would have emotions similar to humans, allowing her to think like a human. The process was very slow, possibly taking over ten thousand years. Only with such a foundation could the Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign create a physical body for Little Mist at the right time, turning her into a real person. Unfortunately, the invasion of the Black Blood Great World and the ensuing war prevented the Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign’s plan from being realized. To ensure Little Mist’s long-term existence and preserve the last hope, the Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign put her to sleep. Before Little Mist fell asleep, the Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign also enhanced her luck, strengthening the hope. He even preserved this inheritance land with all his might before the rule world shattered. This was for the Cloud Mist Sect, hoping for successors, and also for Little Mist. The Illusory Mist Heavenly Sovereign, as Little Mist’s old master, had done everything he could, fulfilling his duty. Little Mist slept for a million years until Lin Moyu passed through Cloud Mist Mountain and entered the Cloud Mist Hall, awakening her. So she had no idea how many years had passed or what had happened outside. To her, it was just a long sleep. Upon learning the truth, Little Mist cried incessantly. Lin Moyu didn’t comfort her. Some things needed to be processed on one’s own. After crying enough, she would naturally be fine. Lin Moyu communicated with the pearl and began to formally accept the supreme inheritance of the Cloud Mist Sect. **[Luck Detection Technique], [Luck Control Technique], [Luck Explosion Technique].** From basic to advanced to sublimation, the three techniques continuously upgraded, becoming an invincible technique in the same realm. So what would be in the supreme inheritance? A vast amount of information poured into his soul. Even with Lin Moyu’s strong soul, he felt overwhelmed for a moment. Lin Moyu felt as if he was being filled with the entire world, with countless profound and complex principles being crammed in. For an ordinary Divine Sovereign, their soul would likely explode on the spot, either dying or becoming an idiot. Fortunately, the duration was not long. In just a few dozen seconds, all the information was transmitted. Lin Moyu couldn’t help but mock himself, "Inheritance is dangerous; accept it with caution!" Next was organizing the information. The supreme inheritance of the Cloud Mist Sect was not a single technique but endless concepts. These concepts further sublimated the idea of luck, attempting to explain luck and karma in a special way. If he could absorb all of it, he might have a chance to comprehend the law of karma. Comprehending virtual laws is extremely difficult. They are invisible, intangible, and even imperceptible. One can only occasionally touch them through special methods. Compared to the laws of time and space, they are even more challenging. Lin Moyu didn’t expect to comprehend the law of karma all at once. He could only take it step by step. As he continued to organize the information and deepen his understanding of luck, he touched upon the second level above luck: fortune.