Qin Fengming stared unblinkingly at the roiling mist ahead.
The scene appeared utterly real. The mountains and rivers, the ranges and seas—all were vivid beyond compare. Figures shot through it in every direction as energy surged, and the heavens split and the earth cracked, without the slightest hint of illusion.
Though the scene was manifested within only several hundred zhang of mist, that mist seemed merely a window. The terrain and expanse revealed within were vast and boundless, making Qin Fengming feel as though they stretched to infinity, without any boundary.
The scene flickered between existence and annihilation, but Qin Fengming's gaze never left it, remaining fixed on the mist.
Gradually, the mist dispersed as well, and the old man and the dog reappeared. The old man rose to his feet, while the dog crouched beside him. He still looked like a slovenly, decrepit old man on the verge of death.
Yet in Qin Fengming's eyes, this old man was unquestionably an existence of exalted status, revered by all sides.
Someone capable of divining the future would be a person every major power in the Miro Realm would seek to win over.
"Many thanks for taking the trouble to perform your art, Old Sir. Here are two Marrow Refining Pills. Their medicinal effects are even stronger than the pills you took earlier. Please accept them." Qin Fengming stood before the old man and bowed, while a jade bottle floated in front of him.
A Divination Master of such stature was worth Qin Fengming's effort to befriend.
At this moment, Qin Fengming still did not know exactly where the great battle would take place, but he was certain that the scene the old man had manifested through his art depicted the battle that was about to occur.
It would be a