Storm Approaching

Great Xuan World, Heavenly Palace.

At the summit of a divine mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, behind a palace and amid open cliffs, Chen Mu stood at the center. Before him floated a strange scroll of leather—or rather, it resembled some dreamlike material more than leather. Thin and translucent, it also emanated threads of extraordinary pressure. One could tell at a glance that it was no mortal object.

Chen Mu's expression was solemn as one hand continuously brushed across the leather scroll, inscribing something upon it.

Besides Chen Mu, many others stood gathered nearby.

Among them were Chen Mu's relatives, such as Xu Hongyu, Chen Yue, and Chen Yao, as well as old acquaintances like Qin Mengjun. All of them possessed their own talents and fortunes, and with Chen Mu's help, they had all lived into the present era.

Some of them, including Qin Mengjun, had even stepped into the Divine Realm, though they remained only at the First or Second Heaven.

At this moment, everyone stared without blinking at the strange scroll Chen Mu was creating. The patterns upon it were remarkably peculiar, resembling an unbroken, winding thread. In mortal eyes, it would have been nothing more than a chaotic and cluttered web of lines, with nothing special to be seen. Yet in the eyes of Qin Mengjun and the others, the tangled threads seemed profoundly mysterious and incomparably abstruse.

Who knew how much time passed.

Chen Mu finally stopped. He carefully examined the diagram he had drawn, then nodded faintly. His right index finger tapped out, inscribing a title in the lower-right corner of the diagram.

—Future Diagram!

He then waved his hand lightly and set the Future Diagram aside. Several similar diagrams floated in the void there already. Each appeared broadly alike, yet each was fundamentally