Li Qingxian opened his left hand, and divine light streamed from his brow, weaving a translucent Fate Disk above his palm that everyone could see.
It was Li Qingxian's first time using a Fate Disk, but he knew the incantations by heart. With his growing knowledge of Fate Arts, he soon brought it under control.
"Next, I'll need your help, honored Dao Cultivators. This will consume a little more magical power."
Several Middle Rank Dao Cultivators lined up behind Li Qingxian one after another.
Li Qingxian silently recited an incantation and cast the art. Thirty-six white threads, visible only to him, branched from the Fate Disk and connected to the Thirty-Six Signs, with wisps of blue light flowing through them.
A gentle breeze arose. Everyone sensed an inexplicable aura gathering around Li Qingxian, making the nearby sand, soil, and blades of grass tremble.
Everyone looked around and sighed inwardly. Without being a Fate Arts Master, it was difficult to see Fate Arts.
Shen Xiaoyi and Shen Xiaohua channeled their magical power, using Fate Observation and Qi Gazing.
Fate molds were formless, and momentum configurations were formless, but Fate Arts had form.
As though playing a zither, Li Qingxian gently plucked the Fate Disk with his right hand, making six Fate Arts threads quiver.
In the distance, a stone ox burrowed into the earth, two fish dove into the water, an eagle flew into the sky, a seven-colored flower moved among the trees, a large grasshopper hopped through the wild grass, and a butterfly newly emerged from its cocoon fluttered about.
Six Signs Seeking Fate.
Shen Xiaoyi frowned slightly, but Xiaohua chuckled softly. "Those must be six false signs. That Fate Arts Master from Nether Mountain is in for trouble."
A trace of helplessness crossed Shen Xiaoyi's face.
The moment Xiaohua