The Mystic Mechanism Sect Holy Land.
Elder Mystic Mechanism, long famed for his uncanny calculations and regarded as something of an ancient immortal, was staring at the tortoise shell before him in terror.
"Holy Lord! Someone is attacking the Sect Protective Grand Formation!"
Just then, an utterly panicked figure stumbled in, dropped to his knees before Elder Mystic Mechanism, and cried out.
"Oh no!"
Elder Mystic Mechanism had been divining with the Ancient Tortoise Shell. Interrupted now, he wailed inwardly and spat a mouthful of blood onto the shell.
As the blood splashed onto the tortoise shell, an unmistakable omen of terrible calamity immediately appeared upon it!
"A calamity that will destroy the sect! How could there be a calamity that will destroy the sect?"
"I've been cautious my whole life. There's no way I could have provoked such a disaster in Primordial Dao Province!"
Outside, someone was already bombarding the Protective Sect Formation, yet Elder Mystic Mechanism kept staring at the tortoise shell, wailing incessantly.
He seemed to have gone mad, no longer able to attend to the crisis in the real world, instead immersed in his own inner terror.
Perhaps this was fate.
For countless years, Elder Mystic Mechanism had relied on this art of deduction and divination to maintain his sect's steady development.
This time, the sudden divination of a terrible calamity had shattered his confidence and fighting spirit outright.
"What's going on? Doesn't this sect know how to fight back?"
A group of prodigy cultivators from Guixu Dao Province had already set up a Ghost Dao Grand Formation and were using the power of various Ghost Artifacts to keep up their assault.
What they could not understand was that, despite their bombardment of its gates, this rather renowned sect showed no reaction at all.
It seemed