"Who was it?"
At the back of the crowd, a Grandmaster who had recently reached the Fourth Realm in Blackwater Ancient Town asked the question.
The startled cry earlier had come from Ge Hunxiao, one of Elder Yin and Yang.
The renowned peak Physiognomy Cultivator Grandmaster drew a breath of chilly air and answered quietly, "One of the Physiognomy Cultivator patriarchs. Celestial Master Yuan's successor, Li Chonghe."
The name swept through the crowd like an invisible, icy wind.
Even those who had been confused saw their pupils contract at the mention of Celestial Master Yuan.
Celestial Master Yuan was Yuan Tiangang.
The Sacred Dynasty's foremost Physiognomy Cultivator—a peerless figure recorded in history and enshrined upon an altar.
Legend held that he had calculated the Sacred Dynasty's fortune single-handedly. Together with another extraordinary man, Li Chunfeng, he had created the Tui Bei Tu, which emperors of later dynasties would classify as the most forbidden of books.
He had projected sixty images into the future. Every one had foretold, with astonishing precision, the rise and fall of later dynasties and their wars, floods, and fires.
And this bizarre Age of Chaos now matched the Tui Bei Tu's thirty-seventh image.
The thirty-seventh image.
The prophecy read:
The Han waters stretch beyond sight; one not of the line inherits the line.
North and South no longer divide; hearts and efforts join as one.
The verse read:
Even clear waters run dry at last; blades turn against their masters in the eighth month.
No king remains within the seas; half ill fortune, half good.
Ge Hunxiao kept his voice low, but every word struck the listeners' ears like a hammer. "The Han waters stretch beyond sight; one not of the line inherits the line... A leader without imperial blood ultimately inherits supreme rule."
"That leader