"Destiny Silent Nod…"
Wang Chen murmured the name aloud as it surfaced in his mind, each syllable carrying a weight that made the surrounding air feel heavier. The moment the words left his lips, a vast stream of information unfurled within his consciousness, layering meaning upon meaning until his thoughts nearly stalled under its depth.
Destiny Silent Nod.
Not an attack. Not a movement art. Not even a cultivation technique in the conventional sense.
It was a method for negotiating with fate itself.
Luck, Wang Chen knew better than most, was the most unreliable variable in existence. It could elevate a beggar to godhood or drag an emperor into oblivion. No formula governed it. No law constrained it. It simply was. And yet this technique dared to touch that forbidden domain, allowing its user to slowly tilt destiny's balance in their favor.
The art was divided into nine levels, each more terrifying than the last.
