To be honest, after having consecutively witnessed the ordeals and fates of the Old Mother of Danxia and the Old Serpent in days past, Chu Weiyang remained very vigilant and concerned about the so-called "bad luck."
The affairs of this mortal world are like a dense net; no one knows which fleeting strands of misfortune, once caught and deeply embedded in the surrounding Qi, will become the cause that forces one into a rut, or even shatters the soul and leads to demise someday.
Unfortunately, Chu Weiyang was not proficient in the arts of divination or fortune calculation, having no talent whatsoever in those areas.
Yet at this moment, as the heavenly secret spiritual insights steadily poured toward him, Chu Weiyang found that he had a far keener sense of the power of cause, effect, fate, and fortune than even the two great masters of Profound Yuan’s divination and calculation arts, those old oddities.
Moreover, when this kind of perception blended with Chu Weiyang’s supreme pupil technique, it enabled him to see things with striking clarity.
The swirling gray-black dust suspended within the aura of fate and spiritual clouds was not the first time he observed it.