After ending the battle with Tu Tianmo, Zhou Bai returned to his seat among the contestants, preparing to watch the upcoming fights.
However, his mind was still echoing with the sensation of being bound by the power of Daluo Heaven's space-time, nearly unable to break free.
'In these last few days, to be on the safe side, I still need to become even stronger. Every bit counts; in case I have to confront an Immortal, it gives me that much more hope.'
'The fastest way to get stronger now is to devour fortune and enhance the power of my Primordial Spirit.'
Zhou Bai's gaze swept over the players at the scene and the Immortals high above, within a vision only he could see, where every contestant exuded different colors of fortune from their bodies.
However, the contestants had fortunes that were either white or red, at most tinged with a bit of purple, and although there was a lot of it, not one reached the point of being favored by the heavens.
