bookrandom #302 - Section 302
#302 - Section 302
At this moment, Feng Chen seemed to be trapped in an infinite loop, constantly drawing and constantly performing ten consecutive draws.
Eventually, Feng Chen himself lost track of how many times he had drawn, and his entire being felt numb.
He had drawn at least dozens of times, yet he still hadn't seen the seven-colored light.
"Again."
As soon as he spoke, the bronze ancient gate flickered, and light shimmered.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning an Immortal Emperor."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning an Immortal King."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning a half-step to the Origin Realm in the Earth Dao."
"Ding..."
Half-step to the Origin Realm, Feng Chen hesitated for a moment.
"Continue drawing."
After drawing an unknown number of times, Feng Chen unknowingly became somewhat impulsive.
Even after dozens of draws, he still hadn't obtained the seven-colored light.
While drawing, Feng Chen glanced at his remaining three million points of luck, which meant he had already drawn more than sixty times, yet he still hadn't seen the seven-colored light.
Since he had already drawn so many times, he might as well continue.
Sixty-first time.
Sixty-second time.
Sixty-third time.
No, no, still no.
With such continuous drawing, Feng Chen felt somewhat parched.
Although drawing always brought some anticipation, the things he obtained through such continuous drawing were almost the same, and Feng Chen himself was starting to find it unbearable.
"Again!"
Frantic drawing, frantic consumption, and Feng Chen himself was trapped in a frantic repetition.
Even the words he spoke were the same.
"Again!"
Continuous ten consecutive draws, continuous repetition, the unchanging absence of seven-colored light, the only thing that changed was the value of luck.
From the original six million, it became five million, four million, three million, and now it was only one million.
"A hundred times!"
Looking at the remaining one million points of luck, Feng Chen took a deep breath, feeling somewhat unable to accept it.
This was too exaggerated, wasn't it? One million points of luck, and he got nothing?
He knew that the last time he drew, obtaining the Slaughtering Heavenly Venerate didn't even take dozens of tries.
But this time was too outrageous.
"Could it be that I'm really this unlucky?"
Feng Chen muttered, unwilling to believe it.
"System, continue with ten consecutive draws."
This time, perhaps Feng Chen's cry was answered, or perhaps this hundred draws had paid off.
Under Feng Chen's expectant gaze, the bronze ancient gate finally shimmered with seven-colored light.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning an Immortal Emperor."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning a Supreme."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a congenital treasure, the Chaos Bell."
"Ding..."
Feng Chen's gaze lingered on the Chaos Bell. The seven-colored light had drawn not a powerhouse at the Origin Realm level, but a congenital treasure.
Faced with a congenital treasure, Feng Chen naturally couldn't refuse it.
"Summon the congenital treasure and conceal its aura."
If a congenital treasure were to appear in the world, it would definitely cause celestial phenomena and attract the attention of some old monsters in the Origin Realm. Now, the entire Upper Realm knew of the Yan Luo Temple's strength, and everyone knew who was powerful. Naturally, the Strange race wouldn't need to be mentioned. At this time, having a congenital treasure to hide would definitely be of great use in the future. Perhaps it could be used for a surprise attack on the battlefield.
Buzz.
The space distorted, and ripples rippled through the void. Although the aura of the congenital treasure was hidden, a primordial aura still emanated as the void rippled.
It was a huge bell, the whole body of the bell was gray, looking very ordinary, but it was this seemingly ordinary bell that was surrounded by strands of misty light, looking mysterious and profound.
And what surprised Feng Chen was that this congenital treasure, the Chaos Bell, was actually a treasure of the Space-Time Dao, which was very suitable for him.
He immediately felt that the millions of points of luck were well spent.
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The Chaos Bell floated in mid-air, constantly revolving with strands of ancient and immortal aura, seemingly able to suppress the heavens.
Looking at the Chaos Bell, a look of satisfaction appeared on Feng Chen's face.
This was the Chaos Bell that cost him millions of points of luck.
And it was a congenital treasure of the Space-Time Dao, definitely worth it.
"Could it be that I'm starting to get lucky?"
Looking at the bronze ancient gate, Feng Chen glanced at the only ninety thousand points of luck left and immediately muttered.
"System, continue drawing."
He had already spent five million, so he didn't mind this little bit. After this draw, who knew when the next draw would be? The next draw would definitely be after killing a golden aura.
So, don't worry, just draw ~.
The familiar scene inside the bronze ancient gate appeared.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning a Supreme."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning a Supreme."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning an Immortal King."
"Ding..."
Looking at the drawing interface without the seven-colored light and the system sound ringing in his ears, Feng Chen was speechless.
He thought that the appearance of the Chaos Bell would make his luck better, but it was beyond his expectations. There were only Immortal Kings.
However, with the "numbness" of the previous hundred draws, Feng Chen let go this time. There was nothing to worry about, anyway, there were not many luck points left.
"Continue drawing."
And next, Feng Chen once again fell into some kind of repetition.
The drawing interface was constantly changing, and the prompts in his ears were surprisingly consistent, either Immortal Kings or Supremes, not to mention the Origin Realm, he couldn't even see a Heavenly Emperor.
"Again!"
No.
"Again!"
Feng Chen once again began a frantic drawing.
He saw that the value of luck was constantly decreasing, seventy thousand, sixty-five thousand, sixty thousand...
In the blink of an eye, only fifty thousand points of luck were left.
This time, Feng Chen didn't draw again, but glanced at the remaining luck points and took a deep breath.
"Draw!"
The light in the bronze ancient gate flickered, blue, blue, gold...
This time there was still no seven-colored light shining.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning an Immortal King."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for summoning an Immortal King."
"Ding..."
As for the following system sounds, Feng Chen didn't want to listen, and he wasn't in the mood to listen. His entire attention was focused on the last fifty thousand points of luck.
For these remaining points of luck, he didn't even think about it, he definitely had to draw.
However, before drawing, Feng Chen stared at the bronze ancient gate.
He didn't believe that these more than a hundred draws, six million points of luck, could only get him one congenital treasure.
No matter what, this was his last draw this time.
If nothing came of this draw, he wouldn't know what to say.
However, correspondingly, he was both expectant and indifferent to this last draw.
After all, after more than a hundred draws, could he still pin his hopes on the last one?
"System."
"Draw! Draw!"
Nervous, unprecedentedly nervous, almost to the extreme.
As for the familiar drawing interface, he didn't dare to look at it, he could only close his eyes.
Perhaps it was the luck accumulated from these more than a hundred draws, or perhaps it was that even the system couldn't bear to watch this last draw, or perhaps Feng Chen's luck had really come.
With Feng Chen's eyes tightly closed, the sound of drawing rang out.