Three months later.
"With a single thought, a spirit is born. With a single thought, demons vanish. Three thousand thoughts rise and fall, yet the self emerges suddenly. A good insight indeed."
After a moment of deep contemplation with his eyes closed, Chen Zhixing's face suddenly darkened, followed by a hastily returning thought.
This was the seventy-first thought of the Great Dream of Three Thousand Spells that he had dispatched. Unfortunately, this thought had been aborted by its parents even before it was born, leaving Chen Zhixing feeling as though it was a fruitless effort, with the thought weakened by three layers.
"So, is there something wrong with my luck?"
Retracting the thought to nurture it, Chen Zhixing couldn't help but voice his confusion after a while.
By normal logic, he had equipped each thought with a fate to boost its luck, so a situation where it was aborted before birth shouldn't have happened.
