Cheng Hao slept until the sun was high in the sky. Ever since he started cultivating, he had not woken up naturally for a long time.
He washed up briefly and casually practiced his martial arts in the grocery store before walking out of the store.
Today was the seventh day of the New Year in this world. Although he had long lost his original sense of anticipation for the New Year, Cheng Hao did not want to spend the New Year alone in an empty store.
He strolled around the desolate pedestrian street for a while. Most of the shops had either been sold or closed for the New Year. For a moment, he did not have a good place to go.
Originally, he wanted to go to Xu Qinglang's noodle shop to eat something, but this guy seemed to have something to do. Although the shop door was not closed, he could not find him for a while.
Helpless, Cheng Hao walked into the late-night study next to the noodle shop in boredom. Although the Yin Qi here was a little heavier, at least there were still some things that interested him.
For example, the novel called "Battle Through the Heavens".
Cheng Hao had not read this novel before his rebirth. In the past, he was not very interested in online novels. He only knew that there was such a popular book, but he had never read it.
Later, after he had the ability to travel through time and space, he had also thought of reading all the famous online novels. Unfortunately, he was reborn in 2009. At that time, many famous novels had not yet started to be serialized.
For example, in the Sun God World that he had transmigrated to, there was no information about the serialization of this novel on the Internet. Therefore, in the previous world, Cheng Hao had always been a little cautious because he did not know the plot.
Now, in this study room, there were all kinds of novels that were popular on the Internet. To Cheng Hao, these things were much more precious than cultivation methods.
He read the "Battle Through the Heavens" novel in his hand with relish. Unknowingly, he had finished reading a book with more than 200,000 words. When he put down the book in his hand and picked up the second book, Cheng Hao's face immediately darkened.
This was because in the vision of his left eye, countless mysterious black runes appeared between heaven and earth. These runes turned into seals, sealing all the books about novels in the study room.
Blank! Blank! Blank!
He flipped through the novels in front of him one by one. In the end, the contents of the books disappeared and turned into blank pages. Those white pages seemed to be mocking Cheng Hao's wishful thinking.
"Is this the rejection of outsiders by the laws of heaven and earth? These novels that record the plot of the real world are not allowed to know about outsiders? "
Although he was a little unhappy, Cheng Hao did not go crazy because of this. Although this world was a casual spiritual plane to him, the level of this plane was not low. Since there were ghosts in the underworld, there must be real gods and Buddhas in this world.
Since that was the case, it was normal for the world's consciousness to have a repulsive force against outsiders.
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. "Yes, it should be fate!"
"Perhaps my providence was originally not much inferior to Hong Yi's, but in order to counteract the world's will's rejection of outsiders, most of it was consumed. That's why I only have a wisp of providence left."
"If this is the case, then with my remaining fate, I naturally can no longer offset the rejection of the will of the world. Therefore, the rejection effect is gradually appearing?"
He remembered that he had become the leader of the Axe Gang in his first time travel. In his second time travel, he was the Marquis of Ding Country in the Great Qian Dynasty. Perhaps these identities were not obtained out of thin air, but in exchange for his own fate.
"Whether it is related to fate or not, I only need to travel to another world to judge. If I can still feel the rejection of the will of the world, then it can't be wrong!"
Although he still had some doubts in his heart, Cheng Hao could basically be sure that insufficient fate would really affect his future travel. At the very least, the rejection of the will of the world was more troublesome.
For example, right now, the opportunity was clearly in front of him, and he could understand the plot of other worlds in advance. However, because of insufficient fate, the will of the world rejected him, an outsider.
The novel was right in front of him, but it had become a wordless heavenly book. If it were anyone else, they would probably be angry half to death, right?
"But how exactly should one obtain karmic luck?"
This gave Cheng Hao a headache. He was not afraid of insufficient fate, but he had a headache about how to obtain it. He had cultivated to the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal in the Yang God World. Logically speaking, he had broken away from the level of mortals, but he had not obtained fate because of it.
He had obtained many cultivation techniques and treasures, but none of them had any effect on increasing his luck. This mysterious power of luck was truly elusive.
"Forget it, there will be a way when the time comes. I can only take one step at a time!"
Rubbing his forehead, Cheng Hao suppressed the troubles in his heart. He could only think of a way to obtain fate in the future.
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When he left the study room, it was already noon. Xu Qinglang, who was in the restaurant next door, had already returned.
Cheng Hao did not ask why he had gone out. After eating a bowl of beef noodles at the noodle house, he returned to his grocery store with a heavy heart. What had happened today really did not make him happy.
Bored to death, Cheng Hao sat cross-legged on the floor and began to cultivate the two Earth Pole acupoints. He had been condensing these two acupoints for a long time. Although they had not given birth to a god yet, Cheng Hao estimated that the day would not be too far away.
To Cheng Hao's relief, although the will of the world had a repulsive force for an outsider like him and limited his chances of obtaining an opportunity, it did not interfere with his cultivation. Cheng Hao did not feel that his strength was limited. This could be considered something to be happy about, right?
If he did not have enough opportunities, then he would rely on hard work to improve. When it came to cultivation, Cheng Hao never felt bored.
This cultivation lasted for three days. Three days later, when Cheng Hao walked out of the grocery store in high spirits, he immediately felt that the study room opposite was filled with a dense evil aura. This aura was not like the evil aura of ghosts, but more like the evil aura that had been accumulating underground for hundreds of years.
When he pushed open the door of the study room, a fight and an indescribable sound came from the stairs between the first and second floors of the study room.
"Wu wu wu wu wu …"
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