In the Immortal Realm of Middle Earth, there is a strange continent called Qitian Continent.
The local monks on this continent are not keen on cultivating celestial arts, nor are they obsessed with alchemy and weapon refining, but everyone likes to practice the art of supporting dragons and hopeful energy.
Fulong Wangqi, as the name suggests, is to use the art of looking at Qi to explore the aura and numerology of others, so as to speculate on their great fortune, and even the possible heights they can achieve in the future.
In the secular world, some people use this technique to detect the Son of Destiny who bears the dragon spirit, and by assisting him to compete in the world, he can finally establish a secular kingdom and obtain huge benefits.
The immortal family on the mountain uses this technique to find the seeds of cultivation that have not yet grown up. People who are proficient in this technique are often able to find out the future of the child's future when they are young and have not yet set foot in the way of cultivating immortals, so as to help the immortal family sect search for them. Cultivate a genius, consolidate the foundation of the sect, and then get rich rewards.
The reason why the Qitian Continent is prosperous is deeply related to the largest sect on it.
The name of this sect is "Bending Sky Sect", and it has occupied half of the Qitian Continent with only one sect. The sect has passed on for endless years, and there are countless disciples under the sect. Out of this sect" reputation.
It can be said that all the techniques of divination and divination in the world all originate from this sect.
In addition to being good at divination and divination and looking at Qi and supporting dragons, Butianzong also has a secret technique, which is talked about by all parties in the fairy world, that is, using the congenital god stone to refine various predictions that coincide with the fate of heaven, among which the most famous The most important thing is that both the fairy and spirit worlds have distributed "chaos list of all spirits".
This thing can discern some changes in the heavenly secrets, and it was foreshadowed before the birth of the Xuantian Lingbao.
Back in the spirit world, before the Xuantian Slaying Spirit Sword was born, there were omens on the chaotic list of spirits, and it was even able to point out its real world area, which can be said to be quite accurate.
However, under the prestige, the monks of Butianzong go down the mountain to practice, but they usually do not walk in the identity of their own sect, but often hide their identities, or cover up their identities as monks of other sects, and mix in the major fairylands.
Its sect is located in the eastern part of the Qitian Continent, occupying the three large mountain ranges of Wolong, Zhoutian and Baekje. Among them, the Wolong Mountain Range is the main foundation, and the center of gravity of the sect is here.
The sect when Butian Sect was first established was located in the Wolong Mountains, and the main peak "Longqi Peak" is an absolute forbidden area for the sect today. Except for the current suzerain and a few elders, no one is allowed to step into it. half a step.
Wentian Peak, which is adjacent to Longqi Peak, is where the core disciples of the sect practice. There are Wangtian altars built everywhere on the peak, and disciples of the Butian Sect wearing black robes can be seen everywhere, practicing Taoism in Wentian in the altars.
At this moment, on a protruding altar on the top of the mountain, there are a few respectful disciples of Butian Sect following behind a tall old man with a very serious face, as if they are asking for advice
"Elder Fufeng, the disciples are about to go to the major fairylands to practice. I wonder if you have any instructions?" A monster disciple with the head of a sheep asked with his fists folded.
"After you go down the mountain, most of you will go to the Feixiantai of the major fairylands to take up posts. Just remember one thing...don't underestimate any monk who ascended from the lower realms. This kind of person is usually far better than the local monks in the fairyland regardless of their temperament and aptitude. "The old man called Elder Fufeng by everyone said slowly.
"Follow the teachings! Look forward to deduce, for the foundation of the sect, the disciples will not despise anyone." Everyone said yes.
"As for the monks who ascended from the lost interface in the legend... don't extrapolate. If you can make friends, you will make friends. If you can't make friends, you have to cut them off... Cut off all causes and effects, don't get involved in the slightest " Elder Fufeng said again with a pensive look on his face.
When everyone heard the words, although they didn't understand why he said that, they all agreed.
After everyone left, the Elder Fufeng stood on the edge of the altar leaning on the railing and looked into the distance, a flash of remembrance flashed in his eyes.
"I don't know how far this son has come now?" After a long while, the old man muttered to himself.
Back then when he was hiding in the Shiji Palace, he used the pseudonym "Gaosheng", and at the Feixiantai in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, he received a monk who ascended from the Lost Interface.
At that time, out of curiosity, after checking the fate of this person with the technique of hopefulness, he also used secret techniques to explore his future fate. The handsome appearance at that time has directly changed into the old appearance of today, no matter how rejuvenating it is, it cannot be reversed.
Therefore, after the siege around that person happened, "Gao Sheng" feigned death and escaped, cut off his connection with this matter, and returned to Butian Sect as Elder Fufeng.
Since then, he has never left the Central Earth Immortal Territory, let alone told anyone what happened back then.
The person he attracted was none other than Han Li.
The result of that derivation back then has always been a stubborn disease in his heart, which made it difficult for him to let go. Even after so many years, he still failed to understand the meaning of the prophecy that "everything is chaotic, and there is no secret".
At this moment, the expression on the face of the old man Gu Jingbubo suddenly changed, he suddenly raised his head, and looked in the direction of Longqi Peak.
I saw that the sky over the towering mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round suddenly blew up, and a spiral cloud fell straight down from the sky and landed on the top of Longqi Peak.
For some reason, the large restrictive formation covering the entire mountain did not respond at all.
Fufeng looked at the big hall under Longqi Peak again, but did not see any reaction from the Supreme Elder inside, with a strange look on his face, he also turned his head away and stopped looking there.
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The top of Longqi Peak was covered by thick clouds, and the entire mountain was completely submerged in it.
In the thick mist, one can vaguely see peach trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, planted all over the mountain peaks, the trees are shaded, and complement each other with the milky white clouds, making this place even more fairy-like.
In the middle of the mountain surrounded by green trees, there is an octagonal black stone altar with a radius of no more than three feet. Each edge is engraved with a hexagram image of "Qian Kun Li Dui".
And in the middle of the altar, there is a black vortex floating in the air, with thick fog rolling inside, which seems to have endless attraction.
In the middle of the vortex, an old man with a distorted face appeared strangely. Almost his entire body was swallowed by the black vortex. Only a head, an arm and a little body connected to the neck still protruded from the vortex. .
The hair on the old man's forehead had fallen off completely, and the long gray hair at the back was in a mess. One eye was fish-belly white, and he was obviously blind. There were dark brown spots all over his face. He looked so ugly. ugly.
Although his other eye is not blind, it is also half closed at this moment. It seems that all the energy of the whole person has been vented. At this moment, he is just lingering and waiting for death.
At this moment, a spiral cloud descended from the sky, and fell silently under the peach tree outside the altar.
In the cloud, the light converged, and a figure emerged.
This person has a slender figure and a face like a crown jade. The elder has a pair of slender and deep red phoenix eyes. The bridge of the nose is not too straight, but the lips are quite thin. There are long black beards growing on the sides of the lips and under the chin. The whole person looks quite outstanding. Dusty and peaceful temperament.
However, he seems to be suffering from a hidden disease, and he is sitting on a wheelchair that looks like white jade. He is wearing a large white robe that spreads down from the front of his body and hangs in front of the wheelchair. A golden satin is tied around his waist. On the belt, there is a piece of Nine Dragons Jade Pendant hanging on it, and a golden tassel hanging beside it.
As soon as he appeared, the old man who seemed to be asleep suddenly woke up, and the only remaining eye suddenly opened, revealing a golden pupil, which was full of golden light, like magma rolling, and there was a scorching trend.
"You're here..." The old man's voice was hoarse, and the ending was extremely long.
"I'm here." The man in the wheelchair said calmly.
"You're still here after all... Alas, it's destiny, you can tell." The old man said with a wry smile.
"Chen Tuan, I have another hexagram to ask you for divination." The man asked while turning his hands on the wheel.
At this time, if there are high-ranking monks with a little experience in the real fairy world here, I am afraid that they will all be surprised.
Who would have imagined that such a miserable old man who seemed to be on the verge of death was actually the founder of Butian Sect, the legendary ancestor Chen Tuan who could "repair the secrets of heaven"
Who could have imagined that this ugly old man, who was about to be swallowed by the Dao of Heaven, was the Patriarch of the Dao of Prophecy who practiced the law of foreknowledge and was well-known in the entire Heavenly Court
"I promise you the thirty-six celestial hexagrams and the seventy-two earth hexagrams. In these billions of years, you have already asked one hundred and six hexagrams, and there are only two remaining celestial hexagrams... but I can only answer one more time. "Patriarch Chen Tuan said slowly.
"I want to ask the Lord of the Reincarnation again... if this son is not removed, I am afraid that something will be disturbed." The wheelchair man said calmly.
"The Lord of the Palace of Reincarnation practiced the law of reincarnation, and he was able to hide in the Dao of Reincarnation, without being prying by my law of prophecy. Previously, all the seventy-two hexagrams were asked to divination to him, and he found nothing. Do you really want to ask him?" Old Ancestor Chen Tuan The voice fluctuated slightly and asked.
"Ask." The man in the wheelchair was unmoved, and calmly spit out a word, as if unwilling to say any more.
Patriarch Chen Tuan didn't say much anymore, the only thing left was to make a formula with his palm, and there were bursts of chanting sounds in his mouth, the golden light in that one eye suddenly lit up, turned into a crystal light gushing out, and shot directly in front of him of a void.
The void suddenly distorted and turned into a black vortex, absorbing the ray of crystal light. There seemed to be a bridge between Patriarch Chen Tuan and the black vortex, and they were connected together.
After about half a stick of incense, the crystal light suddenly disappeared, and the black vortex disappeared immediately.
At the same time, in the vortex behind the ancestor Chen Tuan, strands of black crystal threads suddenly stretched out, wrapped around his only remaining arm, pulled it slowly, and merged into the vortex .
"How?" the wheelchair man asked without changing his expression.
"The Master of the Reincarnation Palace is still missing, but a person who has never appeared before, but has a deep relationship with him, has appeared." Ancestor Chen Tuan seemed to have expected that his arm was swallowed, but he said slowly.
After saying that, a ball of crystal light flew out from between his brows, landed on the hand of the wheelchair man like a bubble, and then disappeared.
The wheelchair man's eyes narrowed slightly, and clouds began to rise under him, as if he was about to leave soon.
"The backlash from the law of heaven is getting worse and worse. Once another hexagram of heaven, I will melt into the laws of the law of heaven. When will your plan come true?" Patriarch Chen Tuan, whose last hand was swallowed by the vortex, asked road.
"Soon."
The man in the wheelchair just said something indifferently, then lifted into the air by Liu Yun, and disappeared.
"In ancient times or today, I have guessed the secrets for you, but don't let me never recover..." Patriarch Chen Tuan sighed quietly as he looked at the fading clouds in the sky.
After finishing speaking, he closed his single eye, and the entire peak was once again completely covered by thick clouds.