Thunder rolled over Crane-Cry Mountain, and rain began to fall.
Amid the torrential rain, Celestial Master Zhang clenched his fists tightly.
His gaze gradually grew unfeeling as he put his true arts into practice. This could be called "supreme unfeeling": calculating the future from a state of "nature."
Calculating, not watching.
Zhang Daoling knew the dangers of time.
Meanwhile, many Libationers on Crane-Cry Mountain raised their heads to look into the rain, their expressions inscrutable.
They all sensed something deeply unnatural in the rain.
And this rain had come far too strangely.
There was no demonic aura, but it carried a powerful sense of ill omen. Moreover, Celestial Master Zhang had been battling someone with magic at the summit not long ago.
They could not help wondering.
Was this the aftermath of the Celestial Master's battle?
But they were all wrong. This was not the aftermath of his battle. It was directed at him!
Celestial Master Zhang was sitting inside his palace.
Every so often, lightning struck the palace roof.
Celestial Master Zhang felt neither aversion nor fear toward the lightning.
There was no "intent" in these bolts, which meant they were natural lightning.
They had not come to kill him.
They were reminding him that something was happening.
He needed to investigate it.
This was a warning from heaven and earth.
His expression quickly grew solemn. He even went to bathe and recited the True Scripture.
Only after doing all this and bringing peace to his heart did he perform a divination.
He still used the method most commonly employed by the Shamans of the Han Dynasty.
Amid the scent of mugwort, Zhang Daoling puffed out his cheeks and blew gently, revealing the Tortoiseshell within.
Characters had cracked open across the Tortoiseshell.
Heavenly script was revealed upon it.
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