In the heart of the Central Earth Immortal Territory, there lies a peculiar continent named Qitian Continent.

The native cultivators of this continent are not enthusiastic about cultivating immortal arts, nor are they obsessed with refining pills or crafting artifacts. Instead, they all delight in cultivating the art of Assisting the Dragon and Observing Qi.

Assisting the Dragon and Observing Qi, as the name suggests, involves using the art of Qi observation to probe the Qi number and fate of others, thereby deducing their path of Dao, and even the height they may reach in future cultivation.

In the mortal world, some use this art to find the chosen sons of destiny bearing the Dragon Qi. By assisting them in contending for the world, they can eventually establish secular kingdoms and obtain enormous benefits.

And the immortals on the mountains use this art to find the unformed seeds of cultivation. Often, those proficient in this art can even discern the future Dao prospects of infants before they have even set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, thereby helping immortal sects gather cultivation geniuses, consolidate their foundations, and obtain generous rewards.

The prosperity of Qitian Continent in this matter is closely related to its largest sect.

This sect is named "Butian Sect." With the power of one sect alone, it occupies half of Qitian Continent. The sect has been passed down for endless years, and has countless disciples. It is often said, "First there was Butian, then there were hexagrams; all phenomena originate from this sect."

It can be said that all arts of divination and fortune-telling in the world originate from this sect.

In addition to being good at divination and fortune-telling, and assisting the dragon and observing Qi, Butian Sect also has a secret art that is talked about by various forces in the Immortal World, namely, using innate divine stones to refine various predictive objects that secretly correspond to the heavenly secrets. The most famous of these is the "Chaotic Myriad Spirit Ranking," which is distributed in both the Immortal and Spirit Worlds.

This object can perceive some changes in heavenly secrets and predict the birth of Xuantian spiritual treasures before they appear.

Back in the Spirit World, before the Xuantian Slashing Spirit Sword was born, there was a prediction on the Chaotic Myriad Spirit Ranking, which could even point out its location with considerable accuracy.

However, despite its fame, Butian Sect cultivators who go down the mountain to gain experience usually do not travel under the identity of their sect, but often hide their identity or disguise themselves as cultivators from other sects, mingling in various immortal domains.

The sect is located in the eastern part of Qitian Continent, occupying the Wolong, Zhoutian, and Baiji three large mountain ranges, with the Wolong Mountain range as its main base, and the sect's center of gravity is here.

The original sect of Butian Sect was located in the Wolong Mountain Range, and the main peak, "Dragon Rise Peak," is now an absolute forbidden area of the sect. Except for the current sect master and a few Supreme Elders, no one is allowed to step in.

Adjacent to Dragon Rise Peak is Wentian Peak, where the core disciples of the sect cultivate. There are Sky Gazing Altars built everywhere on the peak. Butian Sect disciples in black robes can be seen everywhere, asking the heavens and cultivating Dao in the altar.

At this moment, on an altar protruding from the peak on the top of the mountain, several Butian Sect disciples with respectful expressions are following behind an elder with a tall figure and a very serious face, seemingly asking for advice.

"Elder Fufeng, the disciples are about to go to various immortal realms to gain experience. I wonder if you have any instructions?" a demon disciple with a sheep's head and a human body asked with his fists clasped.

"After going down the mountain, most of you will go to Feisheng Platforms in various immortal realms to take office. Just remember one thing...do not underestimate any cultivator who ascends from the lower realms. Such people, regardless of their character and aptitude, are usually far better than the native cultivators of the Immortal World." The elder, called Fufeng, said slowly.

"We respectfully obey your teachings! Observing Qi and deducing are the foundation of our sect. The disciples will not underestimate anyone." Everyone agreed.

"As for the cultivators who ascend from those legendary lost interfaces...do not rashly deduce them. Befriend them if you can, and if you cannot, then be decisive...cut off all karma and do not have the slightest involvement." Elder Fufeng showed a pensive look and said again.

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed, although they did not understand why he said that.

After everyone left, Elder Fufeng stood on the edge of the altar, gazing into the distance with his hands on the railing, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

"I wonder, what level has this child reached now?" After a long while, the old man murmured to himself.

Back then, when he was hidden in the Shiji Palace, he used the pseudonym "Gao Sheng" and received a cultivator who ascended from a lost interface at the Feisheng Platform in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory.

At that time, out of curiosity, after using the art of Qi observation to check this person's luck, he even used a secret art to probe his future fate. Although he only glimpsed sporadic fragments of heavenly secrets, it also turned his handsome appearance in his youth directly into his current old appearance. No matter what kind of spring-returning art, it could not be reversed.

Therefore, after the siege surrounding that person took place, "Gao Sheng" feigned death to escape and cut off his involvement in the matter, returning to Butian Sect and becoming Elder Fufeng again.

Since then, he has never left the Central Earth Immortal Territory, and has never told anyone about the incident.

The person he received was none other than Han Li.

The result of that deduction has always been a stubborn illness in his heart, making it difficult for him to let go. He has never understood the meaning of that prophecy of "Chaotic Myriad Phenomena, Heavenly Secrets Do Not Exist."

Just then, the old man's face, which had always been calm, suddenly changed, and he suddenly looked up, looking towards the direction of Dragon Rise Peak.

On the towering mountain peak, which was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, the wind suddenly rose and the clouds surged, and a spiral of clouds fell straight down from the sky, landing on the top of Dragon Rise Peak.

For some reason, the forbidden array that enveloped the entire mountain did not react in the slightest.

Fufeng looked again at a hall under Dragon Rise Peak, and did not see any reaction from the Supreme Elders inside, and showed a strange look on his face, so he turned his head and left, no longer looking in that direction.

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Above Dragon Rise Peak, thick clouds covered the entire mountain.

In the thick fog, vaguely visible peach trees with lush branches and leaves were planted all over the mountain, the green trees providing shade, complementing the milky white clouds, making this place even more ethereal.

In the center of the mountain surrounded by green trees, there was an octagonal black stone altar, only three zhang in radius, with each side engraved with a "Qian Kun Li Dui" hexagram.

In the center of the altar, a black vortex floated in the air, with thick fog churning inside, seemingly with endless attraction.

In the center of the vortex, however, a contorted old man was strangely revealed. Almost his entire body was swallowed by the black vortex, with only his head, one arm, and a bit of his body connected to his neck protruding from the vortex.

The hair on the old man's forehead had fallen out, and the white long hair on the back was scattered and messy. One eye was fish-belly white, obviously blind. The entire face was covered with brownish-black spots, looking as ugly as possible.

Although his other eye was not blind, it was half-closed at the moment, and the whole person's energy seemed to be exhausted. At the moment, he was just lingering on his last breath, waiting for death.

Just then, a spiral cloud descended from the sky and landed silently under the peach tree outside the altar.

In the cloud, the light converged, revealing a figure.

This person was slender, with a face like jade, long and deep phoenix eyes, a nose that was not too straight, and lips that were quite thin. He had a black beard on his lips and jaw, and the whole person looked quite detached and peaceful.

However, he seemed to suffer from a hidden disease, and was sitting on a wheelchair carved from white jade. A wide white robe spread down from the front, hanging in front of the wheelchair. A golden ribbon was tied around his waist, with a nine-dragon jade pendant hanging on it, and a golden tassel hanging next to it.

As soon as he appeared, the old man who seemed to be dozing suddenly woke up, and the only eye he had opened suddenly, revealing a golden glittering pupil. The golden light inside was rich, like magma tumbling, actually having a burning force.

"You've come..." The old man's voice was hoarse, the ending tone drawn out extremely long.

"I've come." The man in the wheelchair said calmly.

"You finally came... Alas, such is fate. Speak." The old man said with a wry smile.

"Chen Tuan, I have one more hexagram to ask you." The man asked, his hands on the wheels.

At this time, if there were high-level cultivators in the True Immortal World with a little experience here, they would probably be shocked.

Who could have imagined that such a miserable-looking, seemingly dying old man was actually the founder of Butian Sect, the legendary Old Ancestor Chen Tuan who could "mend 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 actually the Dao Ancestor of Prophecy, who cultivated the law of prediction and was famous throughout the Heavenly Court?

"I promised you thirty-six Heavenly Hexagrams and seventy-two Earthly Hexagrams. In these hundreds of millions of years, you have already asked one hundred and six hexagrams. There are only two Heavenly Hexagrams left... but I can only answer one more." Old Ancestor Chen Tuan said slowly.

"I want to ask about the Lord of the Reincarnation Hall again... If this child is not eliminated, I fear that great things will be disturbed." The man in the wheelchair said calmly.

"The Lord of the Reincarnation Hall cultivates the law of reincarnation, and is already able to hide in the Great Dao of Reincarnation, beyond the reach of my law of prediction. The previous seventy-two hexagrams were all asked about him, but to no avail. Do you really want to ask about him?" Old Ancestor Chen Tuan's voice fluctuated slightly, and asked.

"Ask." The man in the wheelchair remained unmoved, and uttered a word indifferently, as if unwilling to say more.

Old Ancestor Chen Tuan did not say more, and only pinched a magic seal with his only remaining hand, and the sound of chanting arose in his mouth. The golden light in his only eye suddenly lit up, turning into a crystal light and spewing out, directly hitting a void in front of him.

The void twisted immediately, turning into a black vortex that absorbed the crystal light. Between Old Ancestor Chen Tuan and the black vortex, it seemed that a bridge was built, connecting them together.

About half a stick of incense later, the crystal light suddenly retracted, and the black vortex disappeared immediately.

At the same time, from the vortex behind Old Ancestor Chen Tuan, strands of black crystalline lines suddenly extended, wrapped around his only remaining arm, slowly pulling it in and merging into the vortex.

"How is it?" The man in the wheelchair asked, his expression unchanged.

"The Lord of the Reincarnation Hall is still missing, but a person who has never appeared before, but is deeply involved with him, has appeared." Old Ancestor Chen Tuan seemed to have expected his arm to be swallowed, and only said slowly.

After saying that, a cluster of crystal light flew out from his eyebrows, and fell on the hand of the man in the wheelchair like a bubble, and then disappeared.

The man in the wheelchair's eyes narrowed slightly, and clouds began to rise under him, as if he was about to leave immediately.

"The backlash from the Dao of Heaven is getting worse and worse. After one more Heavenly Hexagram, I will dissolve into the laws of the Dao of Heaven. Your plan... when will it be completed?" Old Ancestor Chen Tuan asked, even his last hand swallowed by the vortex.

"Soon."

The man in the wheelchair only said indifferently, and then flew into the air under the support of the flowing clouds, and disappeared.

"Gu Huo Jin, I recklessly calculated heavenly secrets for you, but don't let me be doomed..." Old Ancestor Chen Tuan sighed quietly, looking at the clouds that were gradually disappearing in the high sky.

After saying that, he closed his only eye, and the entire peak was once again completely covered by thick clouds.