Spirit Mountain, Jiangxi.
In true history, this was the mountain gate of the Pure Land [Great Thunderclap Temple], the place where ten thousand Buddhas paid homage to the source. But in False History, it was the final territory of the Ancient Law.
From afar, one could see a towering palace complex standing directly above Spirit Mountain, its gates opening in six directions, its roof tiles shimmering with myriad colors, its twenty-four layers of halls soaring beneath lofty canopies. It inhaled and exhaled Spiritual Qi, harmonizing Yin-Yang. Yet upon drawing close, one would discover that this magnificent palace complex was, in truth, merely an exquisite painting.
[Dao-Seeking Heavenly Gate Diagram].
After the battle of the Dao Lords, all ancient cultivators of the Three Foundations had gathered here, constantly plotting a counterattack against the Grotto-Heaven Method and a fight to the death with the demons.
At that moment, atop the palace complex.
A rugged-looking man dressed like a savage, carrying an axe-halberd in his hand, walked down the black jade steps. A man in Daoist robes approached him head-on.
"Big Brother!"
The robed man said as soon as they met, "I just cast a divination. This newly advanced [Mountaintop Fire] True Lord may not be a bad thing for us."
Pan Huang's brow relaxed slightly upon hearing this, and he smiled. "Since King Xi calculated it, it shouldn't be wrong."
"Ah, don't mention it."
King Xi let out a long sigh. "That Great Inauspicious hexagram I calculated some time ago still hasn't yielded any clue. I have no idea where the error lies."
Among the Great True Lords of the Dharma Body Path, King Xi was a one-of-a-kind oddity. Though he cultivated the Dharma Body, what he excelled in was divination and the secrets of Heaven. He was not skilled in spell