He waved his hands, and three coins and a turtle shell fell from the cuffs of his sleeves.
He placed the turtle shell on the ground and set the three coins in three different directions.
Immediately afterward, he sat cross-legged, with wisps of misty aura spreading out around him.
The three coins began to spin continuously.
And during this rotation, the coins, which were originally brand new, started to change as if they had aged countless years, turning into three ancient coins.
When these three ancient coins spun to a certain critical point, there was a loud "bang," and they shattered completely.
And the turtle shell in the middle also developed a series of cracks.
The young man in white spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was as bright red as a blooming rose, looking more like a purplish-red color.
Specks of blood appeared on his white garment as he looked up at Xu Zimei and inquired, "Who exactly are you?"
"Aren’t you skilled at divination?" Xu Zimei asked.
"You don’t exist, not in this world," the young man in white shook his head and said.
"If you can’t divine it, doesn’t mean I don’t exist. I’m really truly standing right in front of you," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"You are from the Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall, aren’t you?"
"How do you know?" the young man in white asked in surprise.
"I’ve met your Power Word King Elder from Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall before," Xu Zimei said.
In a previous life, the True Martial Holy Sect had once organized a great assembly, and at that time, the Power Word King Elder represented the Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall.
It was then that Xu Zimei first learned of the existence of the Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall.
Seeing the divination techniques of the young man in white naturally reminded him of the Power Word King Elder.
Back then, the Elder had cautioned him, saying that past lives and old dreams are not worth a lifetime, but at that time, he was the Crown Prince of the True Martial Holy Sect and did not take the Elder’s words to heart.
Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall is a very mysterious power. When it comes to predicting fortune and misfortune, the first faction that comes to mind is Heavenly Secret Valley.
But few people know that there’s an organization even more mysterious than Heavenly Secret Valley, the Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall.
Those who are acquainted with Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall know that its members are all mortals, without any cultivation and unable to open their Vein Gates to practice martial arts.
Yet very few dare to kill them.
It is said that they can connect with the Heavenly Dao and become its messengers on Earth.
Anyone who kills a member of Heaven’s Fate Predicting Hall will reportedly suffer divine retribution.
Of course, that’s the rumor, and the truth of it is unknown.
"It seems the young master is familiar with our Power Word King Elder. Perhaps it is my lack of proficiency that I couldn’t divine your origin," the young man in white shook his head and said.
"It was just a brief encounter. I’ll take my leave now. Till we meet again if fate allows," Xu Zimei smiled, then quickly left for Leader Pi’s house.
Watching Xu Zimei’s retreating figure, the young man in white stood up thoughtfully and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He began to untie the others around him.
"Yi, have you also encountered someone you can’t figure out?" the woman in white beside him asked with a smile.
"There are many talented individuals in this world; there are too many people I cannot see through," the young man in white replied, shaking his head slightly.
After leaving Great Void Sect, Xu Zimei quickly returned to Void Town.
In fact, he had almost reached the pinnacle of the mundane world. With his Divine Vein Realm cultivation, in an era without ancient ancestors emerging, he was certainly among the strongest.
The Great Void Sect, which proved a challenge for the average person, felt as weak as an ant under his hand.
The sky was slowly dimming.
Dusk scattered its final glimmer at the edge of the heavens, while fallen leaves drifted slowly with the wind.
Those who had returned to town from Void Valley had varied emotions; some joyful, some worried.
Harvests differ, as do life and death.
When Xu Zimei entered the courtyard again, he saw Leader Pi sitting in a rocking chair, resting with his eyes closed.
Xu Zimei casually tossed the decapitated head of the man in the black robe over to him.
Leader Pi slowly opened his eyes, taken aback for a moment.
He looked at the head on the ground, and after a long silence, his voice choked up as he said, "You really killed him"
"Isn’t the head right in front of you," Xu Zimei replied.
The old man did not speak. Stooped, he picked up the head and walked toward the back of the courtyard.
Following the somewhat chilly corridor, Xu Zimei trailed behind the elder to the back of the courtyard.
There, the area was nicely tidied, with two earthen graves in the front.
Several cypress trees were planted on both sides, and in front stood a wooden plaque.
"The Grave of My Son, Pi Yunlei!"
Xu Zimei did not disturb the old man, who placed the head in front of the gravesite, tears streaming down his face.
His hands trembling, he sat in front of the tomb, silent for a long, long time.
Eventually, the elder stood up and as he walked back to the front yard, he asked Xu Zimei, "What do you want to ask?"
"Aside from the Void Tree and Void Beasts, have you seen any other creatures in this Void Valley?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"What do you mean?" Leader Pi pondered for a moment before asking.
"I am looking for a creature called the Void Spirit Monkey," Xu Zimei stated.
"I have been in the Void Valley for many years, and I have neither seen nor heard of any other creatures existing here."
Leader Pi declared, "However, if you’re looking for a monkey, I’m not sure if this thing could be of any use to you."
As he spoke, Leader Pi led Xu Zimei into the inner room, where he searched through a cabinet for quite some time.
He finally took out an iron box.
Though well-preserved, the iron box was somewhat rusty, indicating it had some age to it.
Leader Pi exerted a great deal of effort to open the iron box.
The moment the box opened, a beam of golden light soared skywards.
Luckily, Xu Zimei was quick to react, swiftly sealing the surroundings to prevent the golden light from shooting up into the heavens and causing too much commotion.
Bathed in the golden light, the entire room was now bright and dazzling beyond measure.
"After hundreds of years, this object is still as radiant as ever," Leader Pi marveled.
In the golden light, Xu Zimei saw a statue of a monkey.
The statue was very small, but it shone brilliantly, carved so vividly that it seemed lifelike.
When Xu Zimei laid eyes on it, he felt as if the tiny statue had come to life, turning into a monkey that leaped before him.
Understanding the alignment of the Heavenly Dao, knowing the advantage of the land, traversing the void, changing the movement of the stars, capable of surmounting all seals between heaven and earth.
For some reason, this little monkey gave Xu Zimei such an illusionary impression.
As he shifted his gaze, everything before him vanished like smoke, leaving behind only the statue emanating golden light.
"What is this?" Xu Zimei asked, surprised.
"Although I haven’t encountered other creatures, when I was young, I once entered the Void Valley.
I got lost and passed by a valley by chance, where I heard an unusual sound.
As I hurried in, I saw nothing, only this small monkey statue left on the ground."
Leader Pi spoke indifferently.