"Immortal Lord Baopu?" The group was shocked, never expecting that everything was under his control.
"Can fortune tellers see your destiny?" Zu'an was more concerned about this. In fact, he had come into contact with prophetic abilities before. For example, Qi Yaoguang, the disciple of the chief priest, was good at astrology, but she could only vaguely see some guidance of destiny.
Fortune telling isn't uncommon in their world, but it's usually only used to predict the fortune of a particular event. It's astonishing to hear that someone can actually see other people's fates through fortune telling.
“Of course, divination, along with talismans, rituals, formations, alchemy, weapon crafting, and music and rites, are known as the seven arts of cultivation. Each of them is profound and extensive, following the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. People often spend their entire lives studying even one of them,” Jing Teng said with a solemn tone. “However, Immortal Lord Baopu is far from ordinary. His attainments in this area far exceed people’s imagination, which is why he can calculate my fate through divination.”
"I don't understand. Since the other party has foreseen what you're going to encounter, why not just tell you directly instead of going through all these complicated procedures? Isn't that redundant?" Qiu Honglei asked, puzzled.
Zuan nodded secretly; she was indeed a clever person, grasping the crux of the problem immediately.
“Even if he had said it, I was young and ignorant back then and hadn’t experienced certain things, so I might not have taken his words to heart,” Jing Teng paused and gave an analogy, “It’s like how people hear their parents tell them from a young age that they must study hard so that they can make something of themselves in the future. Similarly, there’s the advice to exercise, go to bed early and get up early… You know that what he’s saying is right, but do you actually listen to it?”
Upon hearing her words, Zu'an and the others immediately understood.
Jing Teng smiled and said, "Moreover, I asked the same question to the Immortal Lord back then, and he told me that 'fate cannot be changed.'"
"Fate cannot be changed?" Zuan frowned, instinctively disliking the statement.
“Yes,” Jing Teng nodded. “The Immortal Lord said that a predetermined fate cannot be changed. Even if you make every effort to avoid a certain predetermined fate, the more you do, the more you will be pushed toward that predetermined fate.”
Zuan and the others remained silent, all vaguely sensing a suffocating sense of powerlessness in the face of fate.
“I don’t believe in fate. If I knew my fate and just accepted it without doing anything, that’s not my style,” Zu’an suddenly said, and immediately felt the tightness in his chest ease considerably.
“That’s right. I was born into the Demonic Sect and have faced all sorts of life-or-death dangers since I was a child. If I had accepted my fate, I would have died long ago.” Qiu Honglei also regained her spirits.
Vesso wanted to say something, but couldn't think of the right words, so he could only echo, "Me too!"
Jing Teng smiled slightly: "Actually, the Immortal Lord wasn't entirely pessimistic back then. Although fate cannot be changed, it can be guided in a more favorable direction under that premise."
"What does that mean?" Zuan felt as if he had grasped something, but then forgot about it the next second.
“I don’t understand either,” Jing Teng said, his face also showing confusion. “So he made a series of arrangements to keep my original body and create a replacement body for me, telling me to go back and retrieve it if I encountered any problems one day. Only now do I understand his good intentions back then.”
Zu An was filled with admiration; the methods of the Immortal Lord Baopu were truly miraculous.
"Where is your true form?" Qiu Honglei asked curiously.
Jing Teng did not answer, his gaze falling on the magnificent tomb in the distance.
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