Ye Lin's words were something he simply couldn't believe.
Reading someone's fate by pinching his fingers? Why not just go straight to heaven?
Fortune-telling was indeed a profession, but it had existed in ancient times and seemed to have died out completely in the end.
Fortune-tellers were born with the Three Deficiencies and Five Ailments, and they couldn't possess any cultivation; otherwise, the Heavenly Dao would notice them.
The fate of every mortal was set, so the Heavenly Dao didn't care. How much trouble could a mortal possibly cause?
Cultivators, on the other hand, were more or less recorded by the Heavenly Dao.
The moment someone became a cultivator, their Fate Rank changed, and their path through life became different.
In a sense, every cultivator was a variable in this vast world, and their future was uncertain.
Then, in ancient times, a group of people appeared, claiming to know everything under heaven and earth.
They formed a faction of their own, called the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.
They could see your future, even calculate exactly when you would die. More terrifyingly, they could predict the opportunities that awaited you.
Soon after its founding, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion caused a sensation in the ancient era, and countless cultivators flocked there.
But its glory didn't last long before the Heavenly Dao struck it down.
A full nine hundred and ninety-nine bolts of World-Destroying Divine Thunder descended upon the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, splitting it in two.
The other fortune-tellers were slaughtered by their fellow cultivators.
The cultivators had long despised the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. How terrifying was it to have someone know your future?
They absolutely refused to let such a technique exist in the world.
They had always believed that Destiny was in their own hands: if they didn't believe in fate, they