Chapter 2: Fortune Altar (Seeking recommendations and collections)

Deep in his mind, a mysterious nine-level altar floated in the endless void, ancient and weathered.

Above the altar, there was also a zhang-high purple-gold aura.

"This is..."

Yin Qi was shocked, dumbfounded.

How could this thing be in his mind? Did it belong to his predecessor, or did he bring it with his soul?

Also, what function did it have?

Perhaps sensing Yin Qi's confusion, the mysterious altar trembled slightly, blooming with a chaotic-colored light, and then some information appeared inexplicably in Yin Qi's mind regarding the mysterious altar.

There was no introduction to the origin or name of the mysterious altar, only its function was told to Yin Qi.

This mysterious altar had infinite wonderful uses, but currently, it only had four functions:

1: By consuming corresponding fortune, one can open the Gate of Heavens, allowing Yin Qi's consciousness to travel to the heavens to train;

2: By consuming corresponding fortune, one can briefly increase comprehension.

3: By consuming corresponding fortune, one can permanently increase comprehension.

4: By consuming corresponding fortune, one can improve bone structure and aptitude.

It could be seen that although the altar had infinite wonderful uses, they all required fortune as a sacrifice, so it could be called the Fortune Altar.

That zhang-high purple-gold aura was Yin Qi's fortune.

All things born in heaven and earth have fortune; those with abundant fortune, even sitting at home, will have gold fall from the sky;

Those with thin fortune might choke to death drinking cold water.

Yin Qi is the son of the Human Emperor, so his fortune is naturally purple-gold.

If he were a feudal lord, it would be gold.

If he were a noble, it would be red;

If he were a commoner, it would be white.

And the height of the aura represents the level of fortune, which has nothing to do with status or position.

For an ordinary person, the fortune is about a chi high.

Yin Qi's fortune is nearly a zhang high, indicating he is a person of great fortune; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to survive the Investiture of the Gods war safely and be enfeoffed as the ruler of the Song State as a fallen prince, dying a natural death.

One must know that in the Investiture of the Gods war, even direct disciples of the Tongtian Jiaozhu like the Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming, and Jinling Shengmu perished, which shows the cruelty of the war.

"This is my golden finger!"

Yin Qi was pleasantly surprised, and at the same time, his dreams took flight.

Originally, he just wanted to mix into a divine position, but now with the Fortune Altar, wouldn't it be great to be a great immortal?

Becoming a god would be limited by the Investiture of the Gods list, becoming a 966-working-hour laborer, while cultivating to become an immortal would allow one to roam freely between heaven and earth, unrestrained and carefree.

Furthermore, since he could travel through the heavens, how could Yin Qi be content with just being an immortal!

Without becoming a Saint, one is ultimately an ant.

Why should the Saints be high above, and why must they complete some killing calamity, forcing the Great Shang to be dragged in?

At this moment, something called ambition was taking root and sprouting.

Since he had come, and since he would have the ability in the future, how could he sit by and watch the various sects use heaven and earth as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces, pushing the Great Shang into the abyss?

The position of Human Emperor, he is determined to sit upon.

Not only because after becoming the Human Emperor, he would be blessed by the fortune of the human race, allowing him to better develop the Fortune Altar, but also because only by becoming the Human Emperor could he realize his grand ambition and lead the human race to rise again.

The Three Sovereigns were imprisoned in the Fire Cloud Cave, and the human race completely lost its right to speak, left to be slaughtered by the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

This is the shame of the human race.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Listening to the concerned call by his ear, Yin Qi returned to his senses.

He looked at Zhou Ji, whose face was full of worry, naturally took her slender jade hand, and laughed heartily: "My dear, do not worry, I am fine now."

Zhou Ji breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly: "It is good that Your Highness has thought it through. The position of Human Emperor seems high above, but it also carries the heavy responsibility of the entire world, with no free time at all. Your concubine thinks that we are very well off like this."

She thought Yin Qi had figured it out, and Yin Qi did not explain, saying: "My dear, I am still a bit uncomfortable and want to continue sleeping for a while."

Zhou Ji nodded and said: "Then Your Highness, please rest first; your concubine will come back in the evening."

Yin Qi nodded and said to the other four maidservants: "You all go down too."

The four maidservants were at a loss, but seeing Yin Qi's cold gaze, they could only bow: "Yes, Your Highness."

Creak!

The heavy door was slowly closed, and the light in the entire bedchamber dimmed significantly.

Yin Qi turned over and sat up, thinking about how to use the fortune.

The zhang-high fortune looked like a lot, but for Yin Qi, it was actually a bit stretched, because whether it was improving comprehension and bone structure, or opening the Gate of Heavens, it required consuming a large amount of fortune.

For example, even opening a passage to a low-martial world required at least one chi of fortune.

And improving bone structure and permanently improving comprehension required even more fortune.

According to the information transmitted to him by the Fortune Altar, bone structure could be divided into nine levels: ordinary, lower, middle, upper, genius, heavenly pride, immortal bone, god-demon, and chaotic god-demon.

The higher the bone structure, the greater the potential, and the faster the cultivation speed.

Like his predecessor Yin Qi, his bone structure was that of an ordinary person; let alone cultivating immortality, even practicing martial arts would be difficult to achieve anything.

Generally speaking, cultivating immortality is highly difficult, while practicing martial arts is less difficult, so there are many martial arts practitioners among the human race; only lower-level bone structure is needed to embark on the path of martial arts, but immortal cultivators need at least upper-level bone structure.

As for comprehension, it can also be divided into nine levels: ordinary, lower, middle, upper, genius, heavenly pride, immortal bone, god-demon, and chaotic god-demon.

Although his predecessor Yin Qi had ordinary bone structure, his comprehension was excellent.

According to the altar's classification, his comprehension belonged to the genius level, which was first-class even within the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty.

Yin Qi merged with Yin Qi's soul, naturally inheriting the other's comprehension.

Even because of the soul fusion, there were signs of reaching the heavenly pride level.

"Comprehension does not need to be improved for the time being; when it is absolutely necessary, fortune can be used for a brief increase, which consumes less fortune; but for bone structure, it needs to be improved as much as possible, as this relates to cultivation progress and future potential."

"At the same time, I must reserve enough fortune to open the Gate of Heavens."

Yin Qi calculated secretly.

An ordinary person's fortune is about one chi high; to be safe, he must reserve two chi.

Opening the Gate of Heavens to a low-martial world also requires one chi.

According to the altar, the higher the world level, the more fortune is required to open the Gate of Heavens.

Yin Qi finally decided to go to a low-martial world first, partly because the danger level is low, and partly because he needs to build a foundation for his cultivation.

Although traveling to the heavens is only consciousness, if he dies, his main body will also be severely injured.

At the same time, he must reserve one chi of fortune as a backup, which adds up to four chi.

And since one zhang is ten chi, he can only use six chi of fortune.

Thinking of this, Yin Qi communicated with the altar with his heart: "Six chi of fortune, how much can it improve bone structure?"

"Genius!"

In the dark, a grand voice sounded in Yin Qi's mind.

"Genius, that's enough for now."

"Altar, improve my bone structure to the genius level."

"As you wish!"

The grand voice sounded again, and then the zhang-high purple-gold aura began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Yin Qi felt a mysterious force born out of thin air, quickly surging through his entire body, making him feel as if countless ants were gnawing at him, both itchy and painful.

Yin Qi gritted his teeth, trying his best to endure.

He could not make a sound, lest he be heard by people outside the room, and he didn't want them to break in and cause trouble.

Gradually, the pain became more and more intense.

Yin Qi felt as if a force was going to crush him and reshape him; this feeling might not be as bad as death by a thousand cuts, but it was comparable to ordinary torture.

He didn't know how long it had been, but Yin Qi felt he was about to pass out from the pain before it quickly receded.

"That's it?"

Yin Qi got out of bed and waved his arms casually, not feeling anything different.

Perhaps he would only know after he started cultivating.

However, cultivation was not urgent for now; he had to go to the imperial palace to settle the matter of competing for the position of Human Emperor first, otherwise, if Di Yi enfeoffed Yin Shou as Crown Prince, everything would be over.

"Someone, change my clothes, prepare the carriage!"

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3 =====