"Heavenly Secrets Pavilion..."
Song Changsheng's thoughts were somewhat tangled. The art of divination, of unveiling heavenly secrets, was itself a power comparable to a taboo. When a group of people who wielded taboo power gathered together, even if they did nothing at all, they were an extremely unstable factor.
Much less could they possibly do nothing.
No one likely knew exactly when the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had been established. They were usually frighteningly low-key, almost never exposing themselves to the public eye, yet in every era, there would always be a period when they became exceptionally active.
Judging from the historical timeline, it was highly likely to be during the period before and after the Calamity.
They wandered through every corner of the Cultivation World, uttering cryptic words that left people scratching their heads. No one knew what exactly they were plotting. All anyone knew was that, relying on their ability to divine heavenly secrets, they had avoided the Calamity time and again.
This convinced the world that they had divined heavenly secrets and glimpsed a corner of the future in advance, allowing them to foresee when the Calamity would descend.
They seemed like messengers before the arrival of the Calamity. Whenever they emerged in large numbers and began moving about, it almost always meant that a new round of calamity was about to arrive.
Although the Heavenly Secrets Masters of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had not yet emerged in large numbers, they had already been making frequent moves. This matched what the Old National Teacher had said about the approaching Calamity.
They descended the mountain in troubled times and retired into seclusion in prosperous ages. This had practically become the world's fixed impression of Heavenly Secrets Masters.
Song Changsheng had once thought the same way, but at this moment,