The fact that the world was disappearing was not discovered first by the sects near the barrier. During this turbulent time, by the time the sect leaders received the news, the news had already spread to every corner at a terrifying speed, and thus a great turmoil occurred in the following period of time.
At first, the survivors did not believe, or were unwilling to believe, the news. However, when they saw a large number of people from marginalized areas fleeing to their hometowns, they had to believe the truth and finally fled with the refugees.
People from the periphery of the world fled to the center, and those in the center fled to the more central areas. Perhaps these refugees had experienced many disasters, so they valued their lives more. These people were much better than ordinary people in terms of physical strength and perseverance, so not many people died during the escape.
Fortunately, this world lost 60% of its population due to natural disasters. The central area is vast and sparsely populated, so it can accommodate the people who gradually gather there. In addition, the major sects stand up to support and help, and the turmoil has gradually subsided.
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In the meeting hall of Wuzhi Mountain, all the leaders of the sects with some reputation in the world of immortal cultivation gather here. The reason is simple, because the area of Wuzhi Mountain is the center of the world of immortal cultivation. Because of these five high mountains, Wuzhi Mountain is also the place that is best preserved when the sky fire descends.
At this time, many people were sitting or standing in the Five Finger Mountain Hall, but the hall was very quiet. The person sitting at the top was not the leader of the Yanjian Sect with the highest martial arts value, nor the abbot of the Foshan Temple with the highest prestige, nor the master of the Five Finger Mountain, but an old man in white.
The old man had a head full of silver hair, even his eyebrows and long beard were white. He was thin and held a white whisk in his hand. The hem of his clothes, the ends of his hair, the long beard, and the whisk were floating slightly in this windless hall. Even though he was sitting at the very top, if you looked closely, you could still see that his buttocks were not really on the cushion, and the rubber boots hidden under his robe were not on the ground.
Mortals all call monks "immortals", but at this time this white-haired old man is more like the "immortal" recorded or imagined by mortals.
At this time, the white-haired old man closed his eyes, as if he was meditating, and had fallen into contemplation. However, all the monks in the entire meeting hall were quiet, no one made a sound, and no one showed impatience on their face. One could even see undisguised admiration and respect in many people's eyes.
After another stick of incense, the elder at the head finally slowly opened his eyes. He flicked his whisk lightly, stretched out his hands, and began to calculate non-stop. His brows alternated between relaxed and furrowed, his mouth opening and closing as he muttered something silently. His once bright black pupils gradually lost focus and became cloudy...
"puff--"
After a long time, the old man paused and then spat out a mouthful of blood. The two young monks standing behind him, also dressed in white, stepped forward immediately, but were quickly pushed away by the old man. His action also stopped a group of major sect leaders who wanted to step forward when they saw this.
"Hahaha, I see, that's how it is, hahahaha..."
The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, stood up straight and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Senior Wangxu, did the divination reveal good news this time?!"
The first person to ask the question was Su Pandeng, the master of Wuzhi Mountain. He looked up at the old man with humility and hope.
The old man's name is Wangxu. He is the leader of the Tianshan Sect stationed at Tianchi, the center of the world of immortal cultivation. The Tianshan Sect rarely appears in the world of immortal cultivation. Even the leaders of the major sects have only heard of this sect from their own masters. Before they appeared, many cultivators thought that this sect was just a legend.
But when they appeared before their eyes, all the cultivators knew that this was not a legend. When they heard about the Tianshan Sect from their master, they knew that the Sect Master of the Tianshan Sect was named "Wangxu". But such a long time has passed, and the Sect Master of the Tianshan Sect is still him. When they looked at Wangxu, it was like a tiny ant looking up at a giant elephant. They couldn't even muster the heart to be moved.
They couldn't even tell the cultivation level of the two "young" cultivators standing behind Wangxu, let alone Wangxu himself. It seemed that titles like Daojun and Shengjun were not qualified to be his suffixes.
Having been in power for many years, all the cultivators present here know that the laws of nature in this world are not stable and may even be flawed. Otherwise, this Senior Wangxu might have already "ascended to become an immortal" long ago.
But he has lived for so long, who can say that he is not an "immortal"?
This person, who has become an immortal in the eyes of all the cultivators, has been fortune-telling countless times with his eyes closed since he appeared in everyone's sight. He is consuming his own destiny and cultivation to predict for this world, predict its future, and predict a way out.
However, the results of the divination were all tragic. They watched Wangxu's hair, eyebrows, and beard turn white, and even his originally strong body gradually became thinner, and finally he became hunched over and showed his old age.
Finally, today, Wangxu laughed after divination!
Wang Xu seemed to be exhausted, and his body finally touched the object below him. He leaned his back against the cushion, slowly exhaled a breath, and finally smiled.
"Some time before the heavenly tribulation descended, I sensed that this world was about to face a huge crisis, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't predict it. Until a while ago, two children broke into the Tianchi Lake."
As Wangxu spoke, his gaze slowly shifted to the direction of the abbot of Foshan Temple.
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