The Martial Master - 94 Divination.

An old man, rushing towards a spot on the first peak of the sect, held an ancient stick in his hand. His speed was laughable, not even reaching the 3rd step.

Nevertheless, he still reached the plain of grass and trees with a thud. His eyes quivered with excitement and dread, where he breathed deep gulps. He calmed himself, and holding the stick, he lifted it and began to mutter.

“Firmament, Open.”

His countenance was solemn as his grasp tightened and his face paled. An odd aura seemed to form around him, one that was invisible yet so easy to spot.

It seethed with Martial Energy, though what he said next was a little strange.

“Heavens, Heed my Call!”

He seemed to age at a visible rate as he continued. The aura around him also trembled, then multiplied in quantity and density. That odd feeling magnified, causing a disheartening sensation to blitz unto all of existence.

“Divine.”

His voice, quivering out the last syllable, seemed to echo through everything. His body creaked as this happened, where a light breeze blew past him and brought a dust cloud with it.

*W-Wanggg*

His stick shook as, before his eyes, an exceptional rumble quaked in the sky!

*CRACKLE*

A forbidden aura exploded and encompassed him, where a heavenly light pierced the clouds and formed a pillar of gleaming brightness!

A dazzling feeling of awe blasted the old man, and he didn’t bother to resist as he kneeled down with the stick in his hand. This stick was hymning at an even greater rate as if it was resonating with that light!

The old man grovelled there with the dirt, but he didn’t stop muttering a strange string of inconceivable words. This seemed to cause the rumbling to develop, and the pillar of light to kindle.

*MMMMM*

That was until, in an abrupt crack, a blinding entity parted the clouds. The light seared the air, and the old man couldn’t even look at the entity or his eyes would singe.

The entity, unknown in shape or size, flashed as it appeared before the old man and gazed at him. It was a strange gaze, and it seemed to want something.

The old man saw this, and with a dry gulp, he threw the old stick towards the entity.

*FLASH*

Everything seemed to lose all meaning for a second, and before the old man knew it, the world had been restored and he was kneeling with a face full of sweat.

He turned his head and saw that no commotion had been set off, nor had anyone noticed this. Though, he wasn’t surprised.

‘Only I could see…’

Terror set a storm in his mind as he reminded himself of that entity, one that he couldn’t even look at. Nonetheless, he couldn’t ponder on such issues as he set his eyes on a shimmering scroll before him, formed from nothing.

‘Higher level divination acquired from the heavens is capable of producing images, but I can only create scrolls with my ability…’

” I, a Martial Being, must ask the heavens for help… Heh.”

He sighed as he grasped the scroll and unfurled it in a rush. A set of words presented themselves to him. They were rough in form but had a certain atmosphere that was unique. It was this uniqueness that seemed to make the old man’s blood shake with revulsion.

‘ Assigned via the Dragon of Oceans.

A newborn, a new worldly commander.

Ocean Emperor Li Wei.’

Beneath this verse was another, strangely rougher set of text.

‘ Unknown Turmoils Spread within the gate.

A gold, blazing and worthwhile.

Where true horror recovers.

Do not let him recover.’

The last sentence was even more rushed and rough, even verging on being unreadable. In fact, he seemed to spot a light stain to the side of the scroll.

‘Blood?’

It was white in colour, almost like bleach. It was hard to spot, but the old man felt that it was peculiar. But, he soon forgot about this as he attempted to understand the divination.

‘Ocean..? Who is Li Wei?’

But confusion only developed as he found the first verse to be strange. He hasn’t heard of anything about oceans or dragons, so he was unable to form any connections in his mind.

Considering this, the second verse was just as vague.

‘Gold… The gate must be an entrance to a place in our sect, and something is inside that. Something that is our true enemy?’

However, what he found to be startling was that this verse had 4 lines!

‘Every divination is set in threes, so what is this?’

An uneasiness filled him as he stared at the last fives words. Those words were almost frightened; like they were warning him. This sort of thing is something he has never heard about, because how could the heavens show emotion?

Yet, it was as so.

‘Mhm… I need to get this to the sect master. He’ll probably be able to understand a lot more than I can right now.’

He shook his head as he threw that apprehension out. The Heavens couldn’t be afraid, right?

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“Soul Destruction…”

A seductive breath scraped against the icy wind as a woman grinned. A manual was held against her chest like a child, and she flew in the sky with excitement.

Her eyes shined a dangerous light, where a faint destructive aura would pierce an obscure dimension that souls exist within. Each time it would focus more and more like it was trying to become a beam.

She zoomed through the atmosphere as she appeared atop a crooked tree, encased in dead bark. She eyed an area a couple kilometres away, the same place that she eyed before.

A patch of blackened dust was settled on the ground not too far away from her. That used to be a tree…

‘Learn, quick!’

She wouldn’t normally learn such an important technique that verges onto being a spell in this fashion. But she knew that time is of the essence, and if the sect master was telling the truth, a being who is beyond anyone’s imagination could appear at any moment!

The Overseer.

‘If we use Wen Mian as a hostage, he wouldn’t kill us immediately!’

Escaping isn’t an option when facing a transcendent entity like the Heavenly Overseer. His senses can cover tens of thousands of kilometres, and even then she had no idea what a second stage cultivator could do.

Normally, though, he wouldn’t attack a sect in the Martial Section. But, if his daughter is involved, then what would stop him?

He is a being who can upturn the world with a wave of his hand, a person she can’t run from! Even if she is calm on the outside, her mind has been in turmoil ever since the sect master came to his conclusion!

She doesn’t care if she damages her future right now, as it wouldn’t matter if she will be dead in such a future.

Her eyes focused to a level she wouldn’t ever be able to reach, for pressure is sometimes the best catalyst for cultivation and power!

That destructive aura continued to blaze, blinking and blinking through her eyes. Creatures around her would feel their souls flutter every time this occurred, causing the area encompassing her for hundreds of metres to go barren.

Although, she seemed to smell an unusual aura coming out from that chamber a couple kilometres away. It was faint, but she could find a hint of blue.

No, something almost ocean-like…

‘What is this?’

Her eyes narrowed as she noticed that a multitude of beasts and small pests were scurrying towards the source of this aura. Right towards the chamber.

‘Refreshing..?’

The plants seemed to ripen a little; the flowers gleam with a deep more luscious hue. Everything got tinged with vitality, and all of this originated from that chamber.

‘I remember Wen Mian having an Ocean-based bloodline… But she isn’t anywhere near the level to cause this.’

Uneasiness sprouted as she eyed the phenomena with a dark expression. Though throughout this she didn’t stop refining that spell.

‘Strange.’