In fact, before that, during a time when Yu Ji was trying to glimpse the secrets of heaven, she had also captured the terrifying signs of a nation's destruction, which were like a nightmare.
At that moment, the scene was like a thick, dark cloud that suddenly covered the sky and weighed heavily on her heart.
She instantly felt a tremendous crisis looming over her, as if the entire country was in turmoil.
At that moment, she was already prepared to face a thrilling, life-or-death battle to save the nation.
All the nerves in my body were tense, like a fully drawn bow.
However, to everyone's surprise, the signs of national destruction vanished before her eyes like a fleeting dream, as if they had never existed.
After that, no matter how hard she tried, she relied on her profound Taoist skills and keen perception.
They tried to find the truth behind the vanished signs of a destroyed nation, but there was no trace of it, as if it were all just a dream.
At this moment, Yu Ji frowned slightly, lost in deep thought.
She clearly remembered that after the signs of national destruction suddenly disappeared, she did not easily give up trying to find out the reason.
With her extraordinary perseverance and unwavering pursuit of celestial secrets, she attempted to use her own abilities to further explore the secrets hidden behind this mysterious phenomenon.
However, whenever she tried to break through that invisible barrier and further explore the secrets of heaven, it was as if a mysterious and powerful force was blocking her way in the dark.
Every step she took was extremely difficult, and she could not glean even the slightest bit of crucial information.
She knew perfectly well that prying into the secrets of heaven was going against the will of heaven, like walking on the edge of a cliff, where a slight misstep would lead to utter ruin.
If one becomes overly attached to this, it is highly likely to damage one's Daoist heart and even incur divine retribution.
Since the omen of national destruction had mysteriously disappeared, as if deliberately erased by an invisible hand, she could only temporarily put aside her worries and stop dwelling on the matter.
But now, the sudden visit of Master Xuwu, and the re-emphasis on this matter, is like a boulder thrown into a once calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
It completely stirred up the long-dormant curiosity in her heart, like a flame that had been lit and burned fiercely.
At that moment, she stared intently at the Emperor, her gaze burning with a searching flame, trying to find a clue from him that was related to this mysterious "noble person".
It was as if a single glance at the emperor would reveal the truth behind all the mysteries.
The Emperor tilted his head slightly, his deep gaze fixed on the exquisite dragon-patterned ceiling of the palace, as if trying to penetrate the layers of decoration and look toward the unknown fate.
He sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to overflow from the depths of his soul, carrying with it the many frustrations of being an emperor and his deep concern for the fate of the nation.
Having just heard the purple-robed Taoist priest's remarks concerning the fate of the nation, his heart was churning like a stormy sea, a complex mix of emotions that he found difficult to calm down for a long time.
Fortunately, he possessed the strong imperial composure honed through years of holding a high position.
He managed to calm his wild emotions and gradually regain his usual composure and calmness.
He turned slightly, his posture upright yet somewhat weary, facing the purple-robed Taoist priest, his eyes full of sincerity and expectation.
He nodded slightly and spoke slowly in a gentle yet authoritative voice: "Daoist Master, you have traveled thousands of miles without complaint. I am deeply grateful."
Regarding the person the Taoist priest spoke of who would protect the nation's destiny, I have not yet learned of him. At present, all the important officials in the court, except for the Right Chancellor and Prince Zhao who are on leave, are here.
If you wish, Daoist, you may examine it closely and discern its clues. If you still cannot find any trace of it, I may order all the concubines of the harem to come and meet you, so as to fulfill your wishes.
If this still does not achieve your goal, I hope you will remain in the palace. Six days later, when King Zhao and the Right Chancellor return to court, they will certainly have a meeting with you to discuss state affairs. Please do not decline.
Master Xuwu had a solemn and dignified expression. His purple robe fluttered gently in the breeze inside the hall, like a mysterious nebula in the night sky.
His gaze, almost tangible, swept over everyone present with a discerning eye, revealing a sharpness and insight that transcended worldly concerns.
It seemed to penetrate everyone's skin and reach the depths of their soul, seeing through everything about them.
After a long while, he slowly and gently shook his head, a movement that seemed to carry an immense weight.
A deep sense of regret appeared on his face, as if he was lamenting that he had not been able to find the key person immediately.
His voice was deep and mellow, as if it came from the distant sky. He slowly said, "Upon careful observation of the talented people here, I have not yet found anyone who will protect the fate of the nation."
Although the beauties of the imperial harem possess virtuous qualities, they are not the source of the auspicious omens that this humble Taoist seeks to protect the nation's destiny.
After saying that, Master Xuwu narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep eyes like a deep, dark pool.
It also resembles a vast night sky containing endless stars, as if recalling the mysterious and unpredictable hexagrams that contain the secrets of heaven.
After a moment of silence, his tone became more and more resolute, and he continued as firmly as a booming bell: "Although I was unable to discern this person's true appearance through mystical arts..."
However, the divination indicates that this auspicious light remains hidden within the court. Where are the Right Chancellor and King Zhao now?
If His Majesty grants his request, this humble Taoist is willing to follow his trail, using the arts of the Xuanmen (Taoist school) to find this mysterious and noble person, and together we can contribute to the eternal dynasty's legacy.
The Emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, his posture tall yet exuding a sense of solemnity, listening quietly to the endless sermons of Master Xuwu.
His gaze remained fixed on the Taoist priest, his expression seemingly calm, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly without his noticing.
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