Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 464 The Echo of Fortune! Touched by a Predestined Opportunity
Although the Kirieloids were quite strong, there were still many who could kill them in Great Xia.

Even excluding Elder Zhong and Duanmu Yan, Esdeath, Reina, Angel Yan, and Angel Zhixin, Morgana still has the ability to kill him.

Yes, of course, that's only the first generation. It would be much more difficult for Esdeath and Rena to kill the second generation.

Ultimately, the Kirieloids, whether in their first or second generation, were only at the fifth rank.

While the fifth rank is also at the pinnacle in Great Xia, it is impossible for them to possess the overwhelming strength they would have in other countries.

If he hadn't provoked Ye Shen, Ye Shen probably wouldn't have cared about their existence at all.

However, while everyone was discussing this matter, Ye Xuan did not return to Daxia as everyone thought, but remained in a city in Lighthouse.

After he dealt with the Kirieloids, a familiar yet long-lost feeling of excitement suddenly welled up from the deepest part of his soul, like a spring gushing forth from the earth!

It was not a sound, yet it was clearer than any sound; it was not an illusion, but a resonance that transcended the five senses and reached the very source.

A powerful echo!
The immense fortune of the Gu of Great Fortune and its status as the "Child of the World" were once again touched by a mysterious opportunity, creating a clear resonance.

The threads of fate have once again cast a coordinate in the real world that only he can perceive.

However, unlike the previous "echoes" that were like resounding bells announcing the arrival of opportunity and carried a powerful momentum, this "echo" appeared unusually restrained and gentle.

Like a gentle stream, it silently nourished his mind.

However, this does not mean that this "treasure of the heavens" is of a low level. Rather, it is because, given his current strength, a "treasure of the heavens" that can elicit a "strong luck response" is itself quite remarkable.

However, compared to the previous "treasures of the heavens", this time the "treasures of the heavens" may be more special.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Xuan followed this unseen guidance and steadily headed towards the source of the "echo."

He walked through the rather deserted streets and finally stopped in front of a shop with a rather old-fashioned facade.

In the shop window, several antique-style furniture pieces are mixed together with some miscellaneous items that look old. A handwritten sign hangs on the doorknob, with the words "Furniture & Antiques – Custom Orders Welcome" written in cursive English.

It seems the shop owner understands that in this era of spiritual revival, simply selling antiques may not be enough to make a living, so he has decided to also sell practical furniture.

Ye Xuan pushed open the door, and an old-fashioned copper bell hanging above the door rang out with a clear and melodious "ding-a-ling," breaking the tranquility of the shop.

The shop is dimly lit, mainly relying on a few warm yellow wall lamps for illumination. The air is filled with the scent of aged wood, varnish, and a faint smell of old paper and dust. Time seems to flow exceptionally slowly here.

An elderly shop owner, wearing a slightly faded plaid shirt and with some gray hair, sat behind a dark wooden counter, wearing reading glasses, carefully repairing a delicate wooden music box with a focused expression.

Hearing the bell, he looked up, adjusted his glasses, and after recognizing the visitor, a warm smile, tinged with the marks of time, appeared on his face.

"Good afternoon, young sir! Are you looking for some special antiques today, or just browsing the furniture?"

His voice was gentle, with a soothing rhythm characteristic of the elderly.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly in response, without saying anything more, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire shop.

The store isn't very big, and the items are arranged somewhat crampedly, but there's a kind of vitality amidst the chaos.

Several bookshelves and wardrobes of various styles stand against the wall, while the central area displays tables, chairs, sofas and other furniture in a rather mixed style, ranging from high-backed chairs with intricate carvings from the Victorian era to minimalist modern coffee tables.

In some corners and on special shelves, there are many items that are obviously sold as "antiques": rusty brass telescopes, dark-colored ceramic vases, several oil paintings with peeling edges, and some small metal or wooden trinkets whose specific purpose is unclear.

The entire shop evokes a complex feeling of striving to find a way out in the currents of the new era, yet stubbornly retaining traces of the past.

Ye Xuan's gaze seemed to casually sweep over each item, but in the end, it precisely landed on a dimly lit, inconspicuous corner at the very back of the shop.

There, against the wall, stood an old-fashioned display cabinet divided into several compartments, each crammed with all sorts of small miscellaneous items, from old seals to copper coins, a dazzling array.

Ye Xuan's gaze, as if drawn by something invisible, fell upon the bottom shelf of the multi-treasure pavilion, upon a bronze box about a foot square, almost entirely covered by the shadow of the upper shelves.

The box was covered with a thick, warm patina and mottled verdigris. Its shape was simple and unadorned, without any fancy decorations. It looked unremarkable and even somewhat dilapidated.

But the gentle "echo" deep within Ye Xuan's soul became exceptionally clear and warm at this moment.

It is it.

Ye Xuan walked straight to that corner, bent down and took out the bronze box covered in verdigris.

The box feels slightly heavy and cool to the touch.

He took the box to the counter, gently placed it on the table, looked at the old shop owner who was still fiddling with the music box, and asked in a calm tone:
"How much is this?"

The old shopkeeper looked up at the sound, adjusted his reading glasses, and his gaze fell on the inconspicuous bronze box, a clear look of surprise on his face.

He clearly hadn't expected that this distinguished guest would choose this most inconspicuous thing, which he himself had almost forgotten existed, from among all the objects in the room.

"Um, sir, are you sure you've chosen this?" the old shopkeeper asked somewhat uncertainly, then realized his words might be inappropriate and explained:
"Oh, what I mean is, this thing was acquired long before the spiritual energy revival. I collected it during the cleaning of an old house in the countryside. It is indeed an old object, but I can't say for sure how old it is."

"But you should know the state of the world now."

He gave a wry smile and pointed around.

"After the spiritual energy revival, the prices of these ancient artifacts that cannot be eaten, drunk, or used to enhance one's strength have plummeted."

“Except for a few that have special historical significance or may be treasures from the heavens, basically no one is willing to spend money to buy them.”

"I didn't spend much money on this box when I acquired it; it just looks antique."

"If you really like it, fifty dollars is fine. If you don't think it's appropriate, you can give me a lower price."

The old shop owner's attitude was very honest, even suggesting that the customer should consider the matter carefully.

Ye Xuan shook his head slightly. He naturally didn't have the Lighthouse's currency, and as for "treasures of the heavens," he wouldn't really settle for just fifty dollars if the shopkeeper was sincere enough.

With a flick of his wrist, two heavy, dazzling gold bricks landed on the wooden counter with a dull thud.

Is this enough?

The old shop owner froze instantly, his eyes widening as he stared intently at the two pieces of gold, his mouth agape enough to fit a light bulb.

"Holy!"

He gasped, then looked up sharply, his gaze shifting from the golden figure to Ye Xuan's face as he scrutinized him closely. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he trembled violently, his cheeks instantly turning bright red.

"Wait, wait! Your face, oh my God! You are...you are that 'Ye Shen'!"

"The strongest person in human history, Ye Shen from the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"You're here! In my shop! This is unbelievable!"

His tone was very excited.

He was unaware of the arrival of the Kirieloids in reality; that was too far removed from his small shop.

The reason they could recognize Ye Xuan was simply because Ye Xuan was so famous. Not only in the Lighthouse, but in almost every existing country in the world, very few people didn't know him.

Because he is the strongest human being, his existence is a spiritual beacon for countless ordinary people like him.

"Oh, sorry, I'm too excited, I can't even speak clearly."

"Honestly, so many people around the world envy Great Xia; they have you!"

"Sometimes I even wonder if God has taken a nap, why such miracles haven't happened on our land?"

"But that doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter! What matters is your existence, that you are human!"

He looked at Ye Xuan with eyes full of gratitude and a joy akin to "pilgrimage".

"Your presence at my little shop is absolutely the greatest blessing God has ever given me in this life. It's something my old friends and I can brag about for the rest of our lives!"

Looking at the elderly man before him, who was so excited that he could hardly contain himself and whose words were full of pure kindness, Ye Xuan felt a very subtle ripple in his calm heart.

He truly hadn't expected that someone would treat him with such fervent and sincere affection at the lighthouse.

His gaze fell once again on the antique bronze box on the counter.

The old shopkeeper immediately understood and almost rushed to speak, his tone filled with an unquestionable earnestness:
"Take it! Please take it! It would be my honor, a tremendous honor! How could I possibly accept your money?"

Ye Xuan shook his head slightly.

"Its value is very high."

He paused, his gaze lingering for a moment on the old man's face, which was marked by the passage of time but glowed with excitement.

The kindness shown by this old man, though small, was pure enough.

Moreover, if the "treasures of the heavens" are just gold, then they are indeed a bit too light.

With this thought in mind, Ye Xuan said no more. He stretched out his right hand and gently touched the old man's brow with his index finger.

The next moment, a soft, warm, pure white light, filled with an indescribable life force, flowed from his fingertips, like a gentle stream, slowly entering the old man's body.

(End of this chapter)