Chapter 569: Struggling to Gain Strength

Lan could see that Xue Wei had some special encounter, but whether it could be considered a fortunate one with great results, he was still not sure.

His cultivation base and his mental state did not seem to have changed since they split up earlier, but still, there were less worries in his eyes, alongside some clarity.

Both Lan and Xue Wei had, naturally, guessed that this forgotten city was built by the Black Turtle Clan, but while Xue Wei had heard the majority of its history, Lan still had to guess everything from the clues he had found.

Xue Wei was smiling as he looked around the forgotten city. "Do you think there is anything left of interest in this city?"

Lan glanced at the city, but he shook his head. Although they had not entered the main building yet, he could guess that the important treasures left behind had already been picked up by himself and Xue Wei.

He did not know exactly what Xue Wei had picked up, but he had felt the change in the atmosphere earlier, and knew that it was Xue Wei who had gotten something good once again.

Even so, he was not jealous. The power of faith that he had absorbed was also a very good harvest for him, and he felt content as he could sense the increase in faith, and knew that although the luck would not become much better, it might still be able to help him in dangerous situations.

"Let's go. We still have to look for that friend of yours."

Lan was not willing to spend too much time within the forgotten city. He knew, as well as Xue Wei, that it had been abandoned a long time ago, and that they would not achieve their goal if they lingered.

Although they might come across certain treasures, they did not lack anything currently, and thus they prioritized something else.

"I encountered an old soul from the Black Turtle Clan."

While they made their way out of the city, Xue Wei explained what he had encountered in the black pagoda.

"I am not able to get through the thick skin of that old turtle for now, but I don't think we should be in a hurry to activate my Black Turtle Bloodline. This is not a very suitable place to do so."

After explaining everything, Xue Wei also made it clear that he had no intentions of activating his bloodline with the current situation.

While he was eager to see how much his strength would soar after such a bloodline activated, he understood that the conditions were not suitable.

The Ghost Realm was a pocket dimension where the members of the Black Turtle Clan had tried to become the lords of life and death, and their karma had completely destroyed the ones left behind.

Although he understood that he himself had no influence on these things, such karma might have an influence on him, but the main reason for his decision was the lack of time.

The Ghost Realm was not a place where he could feel comfortable. The lack of life and the constant gloom was making his mind feel strained, and his mood could not stay positive for too long.

With such an obvious influence on his mood, he understood that it was not suitable for him to try and trigger the Black Turtle Bloodline, so he intended to wait until he returned to the world of the living.

Lan could not help but raise an eyebrow in surprise when he heard about his encounter with an old soul of the Black Turtle Clan. Although the city had already been abandoned for thousands of years, Xue Wei still managed to encounter a lingering soul and obtain the body which could help him progress.

With a curious gaze, Lan had to admit that the luck of this young man was truly outstanding. Even he, who had always collected the energy of faith, was not as lucky as this young man, but after considering the identity of the Holy Son, he seemed to understand.

Xue Wei was not a deity yet, and thus he was unable to contain the energy of faith, but due to his identity, constant streams of faith would enter his body and increase his luck at any time.

This faith could not be stored in his body, but it did not affect the ability to increase his good fortune.

The energy of faith did not only come from the Sovereign Beasts, but also from the Primordial Beasts. All of them revered and believed in the might of the Holy Son. He had become their spiritual leader, and even if they did not know him personally, their unstoppable worship still produced a steady stream of faith.

Lan could not help but smile wryly as he shook his head.

He had always been raised with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was a genius above his peers, an expert that all envied. His path of cultivation had been so smooth that many would doubt whether or not it was real, but only he himself knew that he might not be as fortunate and amazing as the outside world expected.

When he looked at Xue Wei, he understood many things. An expert like Xue Wei was truly deserving of respect and praise. He had experienced suffering and abandonment. He had experienced having his heart ripped apart in pain, and doubted his entire existence, but he still persevered.

Although he was met with many challenges and difficulties throughout his life, he never backed down, and the rewards he gained were also things that he deserved.

The power of faith that Lan had just found belonged to others, but he still easily consumed it and made it his own. However, the power of faith that connected to Xue Wei was given to him by the sacrifice of his mother.