"Yin assails yang, blood splatters heaven and earth... ill fortune, the ill fortune of a world in chaos!"
After a brief stupor, the old man shrieked, trembling violently from head to toe. "Within this omen of utter calamity, there is almost no hope of survival. I'm going to die... everyone is going to die!"
As though he had lost his mind, he snatched up the stall cloth and copper coins from the ground and turned to flee, wailing as he ran. "Death! Everyone must die! Mortals will die, cultivators will die-no one will be spared."
"I've wasted my whole life learning divination! There is no escape from this calamity, no escape... boohoo!"
Lin Mo stood where he was. The joy his earlier marriage divination had brought him had now vanished without a trace.
Did this old man truly have some ability, or was he spouting nonsense?
If he was spouting nonsense, he should have said more flattering things to please Lin Mo and earn a few extra spirit stones.
But if he truly had some ability, didn't that mean the Ancient Sword Lin Mo had unexpectedly subdued signified slaughter and ill omen, and would bring a world-ending catastrophe upon the Divine Land?
"A world-ending catastrophe... that couldn't happen so easily!"
After pondering for a moment, Lin Mo firmly shook that far-fetched possibility out of his head.
The Divine Land was vast!
Take the Azure Cloud Sect, for example. It lay on the Eastern Province's border with the eastern sea, and there were more than twenty territories like the White Jade Domain alone, with cultivators numbering in the astonishing millions.
What about the heart of the Eastern Province?
It was said that many first-rate sects there had mighty Nascent Soul Realm cultivators-and more than one.
The top sects, whose legacies stretched