Sixty-four hexagrams.
Each hexagram had six lines.
Together, there were 384 lines, corresponding to the 384 generations of the Daoist Order.
The hexagrams were exhausted.
The lines were exhausted.
The Daoist Order's count had come to an end.
Jiang Qiao did not know how many generations the Daoist Order had passed down when it was destroyed, but according to Yang Ling, this was the prophecy delivered by the Celestial Master when his homeland's supernatural civilization had reached its peak and the Daoist Order stood at the height of its glory.
Every disciple of the Daoist Order knew it.
But few disciples took it seriously.
Even when the Abyss underwent its mutation and everyone was forced to flee to a foreign land,
the Daoist disciples merely thought that it was the beginning of a new journey. The Daoist Order might suffer some damage, but its foundation would remain. Sooner or later, it would recover to its peak!
Yang Ling had lived through that era.
As a great master of the Daoist Order, he had personally witnessed the terror of the Daoist Order at its peak.
Jiang Qiao sat facing Yang Ling.
They talked about many things.
They exchanged a great deal of information.
Even so.
Jiang Qiao clearly told him that he had actually come from a later age, and that this place was merely the River of History.
Hearing this,
Yang Ling was only stunned for a moment.
Then he smiled.
With some emotion and realization, he said, "No wonder. That Half-God helped you. It controls the rules of fate, so it probably recognized you from the beginning."
"You and its later incarnation should have had dealings, and not ordinary dealings at that."
Then,
he was somewhat astonished.
He was an old monster of the Daoist Order, so he naturally