"The Devil Dao rises in the Great Desolation Region. That casual divination from years ago had actually become a prophecy."
In the mortal world, inside a tavern run by ordinary people, an old Daoist with a goatee was playing with a dried tortoise shell.
Sitting across from him was a middle-aged man in a blue Daoist robe. His entire body exuded an air of poverty, yet he was exceedingly respectful toward the old Daoist before him.
"Master, you even know how to divine? How come I never knew?" the middle-aged Daoist asked with a smile.
The goateed old Daoist looked slightly displeased.
"Your master knows many trades. How could you possibly fathom them all?"
"Our line of Feng Shui Masters contains countless mysteries. It is not merely Dragon Seeking and Acupoint Finding—surveying terrain, observing celestial phenomena, calculating heavenly secrets, divining fortunes, reading faces and destinies, all of it falls within our craft!"
"Allow your master to cast another hexagram. Be quiet."
Saying this, the goateed old Daoist placed the tortoise shell on the wine table, then began waving his arms and dancing about without pause, looking rather comical.
The middle-aged Daoist, who had been watching this scene from the side, did not dare say much. He knew that his bargain-bin master was unfathomable, so how could he dare disturb him further?
The tortoise shell actually began spinning freely on its own, an exceedingly miraculous sight!
After a long while, the rapidly spinning tortoise shell finally came to a stop.
The goateed old Daoist impatiently picked up the tortoise shell, pressed two fingers together, and pointed here and there across its surface.
After quite some time, the old Daoist suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself:
"Hiss... the fate of the Devil Dao, which has only just unified the Great