Time passed, and five thousand years went by.
Sky Dawn Sea Region, Azure Lotus Island.
A secluded manor stood amid exotic flowers and rare plants, with arched gates and stone bridges.
Wang Qiulin and Wang Qingfeng sat in a green stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.
"Qiu Lin, I don't have anything good to give you for your ascension to the Immortal Realm. Take this Golden Scale Armor."
Wang Qingfeng took out a suit of armor that shimmered with golden light and handed it to Wang Qiulin.
The surface of the golden armor was covered in numerous golden scales linked together.
"Thank you, Sixth Uncle!"
Wang Qiulin thanked him and accepted the golden armor.
Wang Qingfeng was Wang Changsheng's sixth son. In private, Wang Qiulin addressed him as Sixth Uncle.
"How far have you cultivated the Eight Trigrams Treasure Tome? You should be able to divine good fortune, misfortune, and opportunities by now, right?"
Wang Qingfeng's face was full of curiosity.
He was extremely curious about Diviners. Divination was one of the hundred arts of cultivation. Cultivators without talent found it very difficult to become Diviners, while those with talent were not necessarily able to go far.
Wang Qiulin possessed the Nine Palaces Body and was a born Diviner. The entire clan's upper echelon placed high hopes on him.
"I can, but I can't divine for people close to me. I can divine for guest elders or outsiders."
Wang Qiulin looked troubled.
"Don't overthink it. I'm not asking you to divine for me. I was just asking casually."
Wang Qingfeng waved his hand and explained.
Hearing this, Wang Qiulin breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something, Wang Qingfeng took out a red-glowing communication disk and struck it with a Hand Seal. Wang Changming's voice