Chapter 1433
Divination
Chapter 1433 Divination
A thin mist hangs in the air, and the rugged boulders on the vast land are exposed on the ground, blending into the thick snow. In the distance, there are only endless snow-capped mountains.
Amidst the wind and snow, a man dressed in blue with a green belt stepped through the snow, his eyes bright, a small wine flask tied to his waist. He stopped in the midst of the heavy snow and took a closer look.
Only then did they see a huge rock standing in the glow of the sunset on the mountaintop, with a person sitting cross-legged on it.
This man was tall and imposing, with a heroic air about him. His eyes held a hidden sharpness and domineering presence. He sat cross-legged in the mountains, his black robes fluttering, causing the snowflakes around him to melt and the clouds to part.
The man in blue exclaimed in admiration and smiled:
"Greetings, King Wei!"
The young man above slowly opened his eyes and said:
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist."
This person is Li Zhouwei, and the blue-clad man who came from afar is Liao Luo Zhenren from Qu Si Mountain!
Upon emerging from seclusion, he had already mastered the Four Divine Powers!
"Just lucky."
Liao Luo chuckled twice, his gaze towards the other person inevitably somewhat complicated, and said:
"I had just broken through the barrier when I received a message from the King of Wei, so I set off here."
The two met in the cave back then, when Li Zhouwei's cultivation was one level lower than his. Now, when they meet again, this King Wei has already pacified Shu and killed the emperor. Both of them are from Heshui, and even the renowned Grand Master Gu You is no match for him, let alone him.
Li Zhouwei nodded slightly, admiring the magnificent snow-capped mountain before him, and said:
"This is the Great Western Plain!"
Li Zhouwei came here with the help of Qu Sishan to meet the Daoist Master Shengbai. It was his first time visiting this remote place that connects to the heavens above and is cut off from wind and rain below. He was quite moved and thus sat down to contemplate the place.
Upon entering this place, the most obvious thing is the Great Void!
The spiritual energy here isn't actually too weak, but the earth is thick and the sky is low, and the void is somewhat unique, dark and difficult to perceive, with large areas of fractures. When you finally find a place to land, it is extremely exclusive.
This xenophobia has nothing to do with ingenuity; it's more like a manifestation of something deeply hidden within the void…
In the Central Plains and even overseas, cultivators of the Purple Mansion Realm can fight in the Great Void. However, according to his calculations, the Great Void here is so exclusive that once a supernatural power is displayed, it will be pushed back to the mortal world!
'In this way, the Void will be used more for passage. Perhaps only a few supernatural treasures will be able to travel through the Void to fight enemies, and they will also be more difficult to detect...'
Liao Luo had arrived many times earlier and said with a smile:
"This high plateau is blocked by the void, the earth is thick and the sky is low, and the earth veins are terrifyingly deep. In ancient times, even traveling through the void was troublesome. After the changes in the heavens, the earth veins in various places were reduced, and only then did the void appear in this place. It has a bit of the flavor of the ancient world."
Li Zhouwei was slightly surprised, nodded, and pondered:
"If that's the case, I've heard that building ancient grotto-heavens was easier, not only because all the leap years were complete, but also because of the Great Void?"
Liao Luo paused slightly, seemingly understanding something, and slowly nodded, saying:
"King Wei...that's an interesting remark."
Li Zhouwei smiled and casually said:
"I have also studied some construction methods. In my opinion, if the Great Void is a river, the grotto-heaven is a boat, and the Mysterious Path is the rope that holds the boat in place, the Great Void in ancient times was deep and vast, with calm waves. Now the Great Void is shallow and swift, with flash floods. The grotto-heavens of those great beings are as high as mountains, with their positions as anchors, so they are naturally not affected by small splashes of water and are not seriously harmed. But for us with supernatural powers, the cost of building and maintaining a grotto-heaven is naturally much greater."
Liao Luo was stunned for a moment. He shook his head in disbelief, his mind blank.
'Did he already have this suspicion and take this opportunity to tell me... or did he deduce so much from just one sentence I said?'
He had only ever seen the power of Li Zhouwei's words in one person.
Qu Si is the greatest genius in a thousand years.
Di Yan!
He was genuinely shocked. Standing there, Li Zhouwei stood up, squinting slightly as he looked at the snow-covered landscape in the distance.
A man in white is walking out of the wind.
This person had a long face and sharp eyes. Although he looked like a young man, he had white eyebrows. With his hands behind his back, he stepped into the pale light of the early sun. In one step, he transformed from a dark dot in the distance into a figure not far away, and in another step, he was already in the mountains.
Liao Luo quickly stood up, bowed, and said respectfully:
"Uncle-Master Yin!"
The boy he called Uncle Yin didn't even look at him. Even though Liao Luo was now a Great True Person, he was focused on looking ahead, staring intently at Li Zhouwei.
The King of Wei was also observing him—this man had three pupils, all squeezed into his eyes, making the whites of his eyes very small, and his aura was rising, indicating that he was only at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm.
He looked at Li Zhouwei carefully, his eyes flickered, and he said:
"My name is Yin Lie. Qilin has come from afar to enter my Dao Sacred Mountain. Is there anything you need me to do?"
The King of Wei, without any politeness and with a hint of excitement at seeing a prey, said:
"Western Shu was destroyed by me. My purpose this time is twofold: first, to meet the Daoist Master and demarcate the national borders; second, to... test our supernatural powers."
His tone was extremely calm, as if fighting was his main purpose in coming. Liao Luo did not say much—both of them were the most powerful people in this world. If they could fight on this sacred mountain, he would surely gain a lot from watching.
Surprisingly, the Daoist Master shook his head and smiled:
"That will disappoint King Wei. My demonic body is already in seclusion, and my demonic form is still asleep. A mere dharma body is no match for the Qilin..."
As soon as those two sentences were spoken, Li Zhouwei sensed the other party's peculiar attitude, which struck him like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the doubts in his mind and giving him a vague understanding.
'Di Yan…Yin Lie…'
The old master Di Yan claimed to have a very close relationship with Yin Lie.
'Is it merely that they are very close friends?'
Di Yan was locked in the palace, waiting step by step for Ming Yang to succeed. Li Zhouwei simply did not believe that no one was guiding him behind the scenes.
As he pondered, the young man paused, then sat cross-legged in the wind and snow. The light of the world dimmed at that moment, and heavy clouds shrouded the surroundings. He said:
"As for the territory..."
Yin Lie laughed:
"The affairs of this territory are not under my jurisdiction. That is the work of the demon body and the matter of Shengbaidao offering his services. I will advise him to go north instead of south... After all, he is alone and will be wary of the King of Wei."
These words, though seemingly casual, carried a profound meaning, causing Li Zhouwei to pause in surprise:
His three bodies... each seemed to possess consciousness...
This was unexpected, but upon reflection, there were signs all along:
'Back then, the three separate entities of Shaoyang were not the same, each with their own interests and ideas. Since he wanted to extract the essence of cultivation from them, it's not surprising that each of his three bodies had its own thoughts…'
Yin Lie's gaze was meaningful, and it was unclear whether he had obtained the consent of the other two bodies before revealing this extremely fatal secret so clearly!
'In this way, many of Sheng Baidao's actions become understandable; sometimes radical, sometimes moderate, sometimes ruthless, sometimes edifying the people—it's different bodies handling these situations…'
He gradually figured it out in his mind, but the Dao Lord raised an eyebrow at him and said:
"But I am skilled in divination. Since the King of Wei has come from afar, why don't I perform a divination for him?"
The King of Wei hadn't expected such words from his opponent. A smile of interest appeared on his face. He settled himself among the rocks, like a deity standing atop a mountain peak, and said:
"I'm afraid you can't calculate it accurately."
"Ha ha!"
Yin Lie smiled and said:
"I know that King Wei is destined by Heaven and cannot fathom the extent of things. However, in matters of divination, there is at least one thing I cannot predict accurately, and at least one thing I can predict accurately. King Wei has underestimated me!"
"Oh?"
Li Zhouwei raised an eyebrow and asked:
"I am indeed not good at arithmetic."
The Daoist master shook his head, casually picked up a pebble, and said:
"A person's life is like a library of scriptures. We fortune tellers, upon entering this library, can only take one book to read, hoping to glimpse the whole picture from a single glimpse..."
"Perhaps our cultivation is too low to know everything about this person's past and future lives from this mere book, but at least we can see this one clearly. It may only record how many years this person lived, or how many kinds of pills this person took, but this point will not be wrong."
"Therefore, as long as one is proficient in divination, even the least skilled cultivator can utter a few words of divination. But if you ask him why... or ask him for more details, he will be completely baffled."
The King of Wei seemed to be deep in thought, and nodded, saying:
"That's interesting. It seems there are some things that can't be changed."
That's exactly the point.
Yin Lie laughed:
“For example, the King of Wei is now under the influence of the Bright Sun. Some things have already been decided, but it’s not entirely true that they can’t be changed. In ancient times, there were five kinds of elixirs of immortality. If one obtains those elixirs, one will at least become outstanding, and at the very least, one can tear down this pavilion and rebuild it. No one else can predict it accurately.”
Seeing the other person's thoughtful expression, he said:
"Given the fate of the King of Wei, even if he were at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, he could only consider himself a minor cultivator. If there is even one or two helpful words, then the King of Wei will not have made a wasted trip."
He paused for a moment, then Li Zhouwei raised an eyebrow and said:
"please."
Yin Lie's expression gradually became serious, his hands slightly twitching, his eyes seemingly still gauging his emotions, and he said softly:
"King Wei was destined to have no father, no mother, no sons, no grandsons, no brothers..."
Li Zhouwei showed no significant change in expression, simply gazing at him quietly before interrupting:
"I wish to inquire about your achievements."
Yin Lie's smile vanished completely. Without making a move, he placed his hands back on his knees and said softly:
"The King of Wei possesses a throne, the land of three dynasties, surpassing Zhao and Liang, exceeding Qi and comparable to Wei, causing seven ministers to retreat and the minister to endure humiliation. This is already enough."
He saw a cold smile appear in those golden eyes, and said:
"I can't get enough of it."
Yin Lie fell silent, listening to the other person laugh:
"Since you say life, then perhaps death is also possible?"
Yin Lie was secretly amazed by his keen insight. The words he had hesitated to speak finally came out:
"King Wei died in a small plot of land, with two tombs, a shocking event that shook the world. He summoned the dragon and caused chaos in the land, leaving the East without its protector..."
Li Zhouwei raised his head and praised:
“That makes sense. No matter how powerful a person is, after death they are confined to a small space. But since I attained supernatural powers, everyone in the world has been waiting for my death. I have become accustomed to hearing these words from the Daoist Master.”
The King of Wei shook his robes, stood up, and turned around. The golden axe at his waist gleamed. He smiled and said:
"Aside from these clichés, do you have any suggestions for me?"
Yin Lie raised an eyebrow, and without hesitation, shook his head, saying:
"I dare say, but it may not be of any use to the King of Wei."
Li Zhouwei smiled and said:
"explain."
Yin Lie raised an eyebrow and said softly:
“Some people don’t need to be saved, while others cannot be saved. A small loss can lead to a great victory. Supernatural powers cannot overcome fate. King Wei is a great ruler and does not need my instruction. Therefore, I say that it is useless to King Wei.”
Li Zhouwei smiled but ultimately said nothing more. He then rose into the air, and Liao Luo returned the greeting with a bow, bidding farewell to the Dao Lord before following closely behind Li Zhouwei as he disappeared into the distance.
In an instant, snow fell thick and fast, and only Yin Lie stood in the mountains. The dark clouds that had covered the sky slowly dissipated, and the dazzling sunlight shone on him, making his face gradually turn cold.
But as Li Zhouwei stepped into the void and walked forward into the endless darkness, his mind was also filled with countless thoughts.
This victory over Bai Dao was completely unexpected for him.
'I thought we could at least have a fight and see who's stronger, but it turned out like this…'
Yin Lie's immortal body shone with a clear light, and he didn't look like a demonic cultivator at all!
'Can we trust what he says?'
He naturally didn't believe this guy would actually dare to plot against him. The other guy's relaxed demeanor seemed more like he was relaying someone else's words. This made him slowly close his eyes and suddenly remember something.
'Back then, when Fu Xun sought refuge in Zhentao Prefecture, he carried a gold coin with him, which most likely belonged to Sheng Baidaobu and eventually ended up with a dragon.'
As a major force standing alongside the other two factions, the Dragon faction could not possibly be completely unaware of this.
'If this wasn't an accident, but rather a conspiracy between the one from Shengbaidao and Lord Longshu... then these two families must have been secretly plotting something, waiting for the right moment to launch an attack...'
'Di Yan also said that west Yan disliked the Northern Daoist tradition; at least from that perspective, Sheng Bai Dao also hoped that I would attain Dao.'
He pondered the other person's words again in his mind, thinking to himself:
"In any case, for me right now, the fact that Shengbaidao is not harassing Shu in the west is already an excellent situation!"
Sheng Baidao's foundation is not deep, but it can rise extremely quickly, especially Yin Lie. If all three of his bodies appear at the same time, it will be enough to keep him in Shu for a long time. Li Zhouwei suppressed his doubts and breathed a sigh of relief.
Liao Luo had followed quietly the whole way until the two had completely left the Great Western Plain and arrived in Shu. Only then did the newly promoted Grand Master bow and say:
"I will not return with the King of Wei; I have important matters to attend to here..."
Li Zhouwei turned around, raised his hand to stop him, his expression becoming somewhat solemn, and said softly:
"There is something... I have been waiting for a long time. Now that the situation has been settled and the Grand Master has emerged from seclusion, there is no better time than today. I would like to ask the Grand Master about it."
Liao Luo was taken aback, but seeing those golden eyes gleaming slightly in the night, revealing a hint of coldness and a murderous intent as deep as an abyss, he whispered:
"Does the Great Master remember... Shen Lu Fu?"
Liao Luo was momentarily speechless, his expression involuntarily turning cold. He nodded slightly, his lips moving slightly as he murmured:
“Good…it’s time.”