The voice seemed to transcend endless boundaries of time and space, originating from a distant, mysterious, and dreamlike world, carrying an indescribable sense of wonder.
It seemed to be imbued with a mysterious power from the universe. Master Xuwu felt that this matter was too miraculous, completely beyond the scope of his understanding accumulated through years of painstaking cultivation.
It was as if a huge crack had suddenly appeared in the world that I had always believed in, revealing the mysterious truth hidden behind it.
His mind instantly descended into chaos, as if struck by a devastating storm, all his thoughts scattered and fragmented.
For a moment, he was unable to react. He stood there blankly, as if he had been frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief.
It was as if I had witnessed the most incredible and illogical scene in the world.
Subconsciously, he held his breath, his muscles tensed like steel, and every nerve was activated at that moment.
The voice of that mysterious little girl kept echoing in his mind as he tried to find a clue in this chaotic thought.
In the solemn and dignified imperial court, an invisible weight seemed to permeate the quiet air.
When the Emperor heard that Feng Qingyun also believed that Master Xuwu was a kind-hearted and virtuous person, he frowned slightly.
He then raised the hand that symbolized supreme power, gently placed it to his lips, tilted his head slightly, and let out a soft cough.
The cough, though not loud, was like a sharp note.
It instantly broke the somewhat somber atmosphere in the court, drawing everyone's attention involuntarily.
As the coughing subsided, the Emperor's expression grew increasingly solemn. His deep eyes revealed composure and majesty, like endless ripples hidden beneath a calm lake.
He slowly turned his gaze, fixing it precisely on Qin Qianluo, his face filled with a solemn expression.
It was as if every word to be spoken carried the fate of the entire nation.
Immediately afterwards, he straightened his body slightly, exuding an air of grandeur, and spoke in a clear, resounding tone.
He spoke slowly and firmly: "King Zhao, this is Master Xuwu."
When the Taoist priest went to the capital before, he said that although the fate of Chengxiao was facing a calamity, there was a chosen one in the world to protect them, and they had already turned misfortune into good fortune.
That day, all the officials in the court had their faces read by the Taoist priest, but after searching everywhere, they could not find him. At that time, you and the Right Chancellor were unable to attend the meeting.
After much deliberation, I deeply feel that this matter concerns the fate of the nation. Therefore, I have specially invited the Taoist priest to grace us with his presence today, hoping to dispel the clouds and find the one who will protect the destiny of our dynasty.
Upon hearing the Emperor's remarks about Master Xuwu, Qin Qianlu's originally calm face froze slightly, like a stone thrown into a still lake, causing ripples to spread.
Her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight, and then she unconsciously blinked her bright, clear eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.
Like twinkling stars in the night sky, her eyes, as they shift and turn, reveal a hint of playfulness, wit, and fleeting doubt.
Then, her graceful neck, like that of an elegant swan, turned slightly, slowly shifting her gaze away from the emperor, whose face was solemn and dignified, and whose words were resounding.
With a complex expression that blended suspicion, curiosity, and caution, he slowly but surely turned his gaze toward the Taoist Master Xuwu, who stood quietly to the side.
The Taoist priest, dressed in a simple robe, resembled a drifting white cloud in the sky or a babbling brook in the mountains, exuding an extraordinary and refined aura.
His expression was calm, with an air of otherworldly detachment, and he seemed to be surrounded by a faint, mysterious, and ethereal aura.
It seemed to separate him from the world, yet also seemed to merge him with heaven and earth.
A wave of emotion surged through Qin Qianluo's heart as she pondered to herself: Does such a powerful person really exist in this world?
Can one accurately predict the calamities of a nation's fate and know of the existence of a chosen one simply by observing a person's face?
This sounds like a complete fantasy. Could it be a smooth-talking, manipulative swindler who deceives people everywhere?
Her mind was filled with doubts, like a tangled mess that she couldn't untangle, but she maintained a calm and composed expression, like a still lake.
He silently called out to himself, "Yunbao, is this person really as powerful and extraordinary as the Emperor described?"
To be able to foresee the fate of a nation is such an astonishing ability that it is unheard of and unseen before.
Could he be a fraud? I simply can't believe such a miraculous person exists in this world.
As Feng Qingyun continued flipping through Master Xuwu's booklet, she replied in a light and confident tone, "No, Luo Bao."
You must not underestimate this Taoist priest; he is far superior to those charlatans who dabble in the martial arts world, pretending to be something they're not, and who only know how to make a show of mystery.
Judging by the extremely strict, almost harsh, evaluation standards of the cultivation world, he has already reached the level of a Celestial Master.
In the vast community of cultivators, such beings are as rare and precious as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
It should be noted that a Taoist master at the Celestial Master level needs to possess extraordinary talent.
It takes countless hardships and obstacles, as well as years of dedicated practice, to achieve such success.
Since he stated so definitively and unequivocally that there are people who protect the nation's destiny, then this matter must be absolutely true, beyond doubt, and certainly not just idle talk.
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