Chapter 1070: Divination

The Demonic Prince's Possession of Taiyi is currently underway.

And Heavenly Demon is currently attempting to reclaim the Heavens of the Formless Realm.

Zhu Fengdan and Changqin had no way to stop Heavenly Demon; they could only watch as the Heavens of the Formless Realm, and even the entire Three Realms, were taken.

For Heavenly Demon, the Heavens of the Formless Realm was simply too dangerous; only it could conceal his demonic thoughts and his perception.

For Heavenly Demon, as long as you hid within the Heavens of the Formless Realm's concealment, you were essentially invisible; he simply couldn't perceive you.

Because for Heavenly Demon, there were no objectively real things, he couldn't see anything except what his own mind could perceive.

Fortunately, the mind could perceive everything, so Heavenly Demon's perception ability was extremely powerful and terrifying.

After all, most people lived a relatively simple, primitive, chaotic, and dangerous unprotected life, completely exposing their lives with almost no privacy.

Not to mention Heavenly Demon, even a casual intelligence agency could obtain all of a person's life information, and a hacker from an advanced civilization might even be able to use some kind of central planning System as a basis to access all classified data of a country, allocate resources, propose legislative suggestions, outline military strategies, and even manipulate a person's life or even the fate of an entire nation.

But there were limitations after all; what the mind couldn't perceive, he simply couldn't see.

So, just like a Mortal has a blind spot in their vision, he always had the Heavens of the Formless Realm as such a blind spot.

Fortunately, it was finally reclaimed this time...

Wait, why can't it be reclaimed?

Is there something in the Heavens of the Formless Realm?

Besides something being there, someone was also stopping Heavenly Demon, preventing him from taking away the Heavens of the Formless Realm.

"Shamansan?" Heavenly Demon immediately recognized who was stopping him.

"Oh, I've lost so many times against you, shouldn't I be allowed to win once?" Shamansan's voice descended from beyond the heavens.

"Alright, how do you plan to win?" Heavenly Demon chuckled.

He already knew what had happened.

Yes, Shamansan had been hiding in the Heavens of the Formless Realm all along.

In other words, the Shamansan outside was a fake.

Who was the Shamansan outside?

Ah, truly, with a blind spot, any tom, dick, or harry can come and scheme against him.

"Tathagata, oh Tathagata, after you left, I truly missed you a bit. Look at someone like Shamansan, how can he compare to you all? They all have to rely on your concealment to deal with me," Heavenly Demon sighed.

"No, I'm still here, could you show some respect? I'm a First Grade, after all," Shamansan said.

The tone of their conversation was like that of old friends.

But amidst their words, heaven and earth had completely changed color.

In Zhu Fengdan's and Changqin's view, the surrounding Universe had completely reversed.

Imagine a painting, with a brush on it. The brush was making a series of continuous, flat movements, and a succession of large and small geometric shapes, centered around a uniform axis, began to appear on the paper.

Only with complete concentration could one follow the brushstrokes, but it was impossible to understand what those geometric shapes were describing.

By focusing only on the shapes formed by these brush tip drawings, one seemed to be able to see fragments of the Universe's map, and observe things moving before their eyes.

The Universe's Law, physical Laws, and even the primary nature of matter and mind, all began to fluctuate, stepping, leaping, and dancing. Everyone who saw it could try to comprehend and identify those curved movements, like birds flying. If understood, even a Mortal might be able to achieve immediate Ascension.

But understanding them was not so simple, because these things were inextricably intertwined, appearing suddenly, then vanishing in the blink of an eye, rendering previous observations useless and forcing one to start anew.

Zhu Fengdan was watching the battle, and the moment he focused intently, he suddenly felt a blankness in his mind.

He looked back in confusion; he seemed to have slipped from somewhere, accidentally leaving some peculiar mental space.

There, it was as if the sound of music resonated in his heart, seeing music stepping and drawing dancing lines. He mentally traced the leaping dance steps of those invisible dancers...

This gave him an indescribable illusion.

It was as if he was smoothly solving a mathematical problem, listening to a beautiful piece of music, and through this method, harmonizing with the Universe.

When a Mortal who understands mathematics reads Maxwell's equations, he will surely be amazed by their profundity. With just a few symbols, the entire theory of electromagnetism is expressed in a concise, symmetrical, and perfect mathematical form. From then on, all the complex electromagnetic phenomena of the macroscopic world are encapsulated within this set of equations; not a single electromagnetic phenomenon can escape them. Starting from this set of equations, all electromagnetic Laws can be deduced, breaking through natural Laws, making darkness completely disappear, and in the most concentrated and concise mathematical language, containing the richest content, revealing the fundamental structure of the physical world.

And now, every annotation in the First Grade battle, every drawn fragment, possessed such an ability.

But... at the same time, it could be seen that these annotations were conflicting.

It was as if, after Maxwell's equations, an anti-Maxwell's equation suddenly appeared. They were conflicting everywhere, completely opposite at every point, mutually incompatible. Such equations could not coexist in one world.

Just as something cannot be both one and two at the same time.

This was a battle over the interpretation of the world.

A battle that transcended all Divine Abilities and all spells, completely rooted in the 'Dao'.

Who could win?

Zhu Fengdan didn't know.

But he suddenly felt a bit weary.

This great war had lasted too long; apart from the world and some independent heavens, other places had basically been completely annihilated, and the Universe was almost in ruins.

In this state, new civilizations and intelligent life continued to be born, but they were destined to be born in a ruined Universe, destined to be unable to hear the Great Dao.

After all, they would constantly face fluctuating Universe Laws; one careless mistake and even their very foundation of existence would collapse.

Originally carbon-based life forms, suddenly, the physical Laws governing carbon-based life were destroyed, and they naturally became extinct en masse.

Or one day, Spiritual Qi would revive, or one day, heaven and earth would undergo a strange transformation...

Such a turbulent Universe could not nurture anything.

When would it end?

Even for a Second Grade, this war had lasted far too long.

Billions of years? Even a single skirmish would take them hundreds of thousands of billions of years in subjective personal time.

And how many skirmishes were there?

Even the First Grade war had lasted that long.

So long that Sariputra had already become a Buddha in a future world, Radiant Light Buddha had already been born, and multiple First Grades had fallen.

Origin Qi decayed, and various Dao Orthodoxys collapsed.

Was such a Universe... truly what the First Grades wanted?

Haotian, what exactly are you thinking?

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At Shaman God Mountain, at this very moment.

Wu Geng was performing divination.

In fact, among all Shamanes, Wu Geng was the most skilled at divination.

It is recorded: "The Diviner controls the Three Changes, distinguishing the names of the Nine Divinations. The names of the Nine Divinations are: first, Wu Geng; second, Shamansan; third, Wu Shi..."

In terms of the skill of divination, Wu Geng was first, and Shamansan was second.

Beside him, the Divining Grass sat neatly.

The Divining Grass, a Second Grade cultivated by Shamansan, specialized in divination. Its mode of existence was actually similar to the human emperor sword and The Axis of All Realms of the human Dao, a specialized Second Grade.

When Li Qi and Zhu Fengdan stole from the Desire Realm, it was the Divining Grass that was in charge of guarding. However, now that the Divining Grass was beside Wu Geng, it was clear that Wu Geng was the one who had previously impersonated Shamansan.

The Divining Grass transformed into its original form, existing as a divination tool, looking like a handful of ordinary grass blades.

Wu Geng held his breath and concentrated, drawing out Divining Grass from his hand, counting the quantity, then dividing them equally into three bundles. First, he picked up one bundle with his left hand, then used the nimble fingertips of his right hand to pinch out small bundles, calculating the quantity as he went.

After counting the quantity, he placed these Divining Grasses aside until only a few blades remained in his hand, which he then tightly clamped between two fingers of his left hand.

After he had distributed the blades of this bundle of Divining Grass according to the ritual used by Shamanes, he immediately processed the remaining part with the same procedure.

After placing the counted Divining Grass aside, he went through them bundle by bundle again, clamping the remaining small portions between two fingers. These fingers deftly and skillfully manipulated the blades of the Divining Grass, as if performing a well-trained, Transcendent, rigorously ruled mystical game.

After he had pinched them in this manner many times, only three small bundles ultimately remained. From the numbers of these three small bundles of Divining Grass, he read a hexagram, then recorded it with a brush.

After obtaining one hexagram, beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and even the Divining Grass itself had turned from emerald green to a somewhat withered yellow, but this was far from over.

Next, he repeated the entire complex procedure from beginning to end.

Until finally, only three bundles of Divining Grass remained, and he calculated a second 'hexagram'.

These Divining Grasses continuously fluttered in his hands like dancing, at times gathering and adjoining, at times exchanging positions, at times forming a single bundle, at times scattering in all directions, and at times gathering again, occasionally emitting faint, crisp collision sounds.

The divination was filled with rhythm, floating and dancing like a phantom.

After each process ended, Wu Geng would write down a hexagram based on the results obtained from the three bundles of Divining Grass.

Ultimately, this continued for a total of six times.

Finally, all six Yin and Yang lines were obtained and the hexagram was formed, a symbol stacked in six lines, grouped together.

Only then did the Shaman, sitting cross-legged on the reed mat, gather the stalks of the Divining Grass, place them back into the tube, and then gaze at the hexagram drawn on the paper, remaining silent for a long time.

During his silence, Yin Qi and Yang Qi were swirling around him.

The Yin and Yang Qi were evolving according to those hexagrams.

From the outside, it looked like a miniature heaven and earth woven from black and white, light and darkness.

Within a pure white and ink-black expanse, a golden body flickered, emitting wondrous rays of light, like a spectrum reaching a rainbow of billions of colors.

Whenever the mysterious light emanated from this body, the Yin and Yang Qi would fluctuate violently, as if a stone had been dropped into water.

"How is the hexagram?" The Divining Grass, almost withered yellow, asked in an extremely weak voice.

In her view, Wu Geng's divination was sometimes not just divination, but a form of 'definition'.

The reason his divination was accurate was not because he calculated precisely, but because all possibilities would converge towards the result he divined.

Moreover, this convergence was 'spontaneous', requiring no manipulation from Wu Geng himself, nor any guidance or planning. This was a suppression of possibilities that transcended the Law of Karma, and could even, to a certain extent, strip other First Grades of their power to control.

Therefore, Wu Geng's divination results were rarely wrong.

Of course, Wu Geng himself did not admit it; he always believed it was merely divination, not manipulation.

"It's done," Wu Geng said.

The Divining Grass let out a long breath, then slumped to the ground.

Watching the young girl slump to the ground, Wu Geng waved his hand, sending her back to Shamansan's Immortal Cave, then gazed towards the horizon.

Next, it was up to Shamansan.

And at this very moment, the Demonic Prince was performing Possession on Taiyi.

The process of Possessing Taiyi was too complex for him, requiring immense mental exertion, much like sitting in an operating room connecting nerves, painstakingly peeling off Taiyi's nerves one by one and attaching them to himself.

During this process, he not only had to bear Taiyi's immense pressure but also maintain his focus at all times, otherwise, if he made a mistake, he would suffer a backlash from Taiyi's body.

At that point, death would not be a solution.

Even dying would be difficult.

However, no matter what hardship or torture, the Demonic Prince could endure it.

This was his obsession.

As long as he mastered Taiyi's power, he could contend with Heavenly Demon.

Meanwhile, on Shamansan's side.

Heavenly Demon was indeed held back by Shamansan.

But this was only temporary.

Shamansan could not hold Heavenly Demon back forever. Once Taiyi's body was fully Possessed, the Demonic Prince would make his move.

At that time... Heavenly Demon's prearranged move would come into play.

The Demonic Prince was stubborn, obsessive, and deeply fixated. Thus, if he lost a thousand times, he would still gamble a thousand and one times. He never hesitated to fight Heavenly Demon to the death. In his eyes, there was only his own goal; he saw nothing else—no grand scheme, no love, not even the many who followed him.

But who said that daring to gamble would guarantee a win?

The Demonic Prince would lose.

He would become Heavenly Demon's Puppet.

Obsession itself was a demonic thoughts; the Demonic Prince had been Heavenly Demon's Puppet from the very beginning.

From the moment he was created by Heavenly Demon, his status had never changed.

Heavenly Demon just needed to wait until Taiyi's body was Possessed, and then he would have a First Grade dog.

Even if the Demonic Prince himself didn't think so, he would ultimately do what Heavenly Demon wanted him to do, all of it willingly.

In this way, the scales would be completely overturned.

The arrival of the Age of Dharma Decline, with the addition of another First Grade, would plunge completely into unstoppable acceleration. At that time, this world would enter the situation Heavenly Demon desired.

Once the Age of Dharma Decline arrived, Heavenly Demon would be able to verify his ultimate answer... that is, was this world truly Heavenly Demon's 'mind'?

This answer was about to be obtained.

Just waiting for the end.