Fortune-Telling

Above the azure clouds.

"This Cloud-Climbing Art from the Grand Change Seventy-Two Arts is quite handy..."

The azure cloud was soft as cotton beneath Fang Qing. He lay comfortably upon it, hands behind his head, eyes half-closed.

"First, let him see what a real immortal is like. Then, after he's struggled for a while, I'll enlighten him with the Dream-Entering Art... and that will do it."

As for how he would regard Fang Qing after his memories of past lives awakened?

That did not matter in the slightest!

Fang Qing was only staying with the Mount Shu Sword Sect to ride the momentum of heaven and earth.

What use was one Mount Shu elder's opinion?

"I've caught a faint glimpse of the wonders of the Golden Seat of Causality... All beings fear the fruit; bodhisattvas fear the seed... So the first image of this Golden Seat should be—'Sowing Subtle Causes'!"

"A legacy left behind on a whim, even a word or a glance... They're the tiniest threads of cause and effect, yet they might one day unleash a storm that overturns the cultivation world... Perhaps I could call it the 'butterfly effect'?"

Fang Qing felt a glimmer of understanding.

The Seven Swords of Shu Mountain were certain to be pivotal figures in the future, and now they were bound to him by cause and effect.

That would inevitably throw the future Heavenly Secrets into chaos, leaving the path ahead shrouded in uncertainty...

"But... the more chaotic it gets, the better I like it."

The city lord's residence.

"Father, what's happened?"

Tu Yushu had barely entered the hall when he saw his father, Tu Tianhao, studying a map with a grave expression.

Several generals and martial arts masters stood nearby, along with the family's elderly Attendants. Curious, he asked what