"Grandmaster!!" Shenji shouted.
The main hall was completely silent.
Shenji suddenly remembered what his master had said on his deathbed. "Your grandmaster was the best in the world in both literature and magic, but he was not proficient in the study of divination and numerology. You can ask your grandmaster for thousands of techniques in the future, but you must remember not to let him tell your fortune. Never, ever let him tell your fortune."
Thinking of this, Shenji's face immediately fell. Did he ask his master to tell his fortune that day?
Shenji couldn't help but call out again, his voice filled with anxiety and unease. "Grandmaster!!"
"Hey! What are you yelling about? If you want your master to tell your fortune in the future, he won't do it for you. Here, take this Divine Palace Token. Hurry up and go. Your master is going into seclusion to cultivate. Don't bother me unless you have something to say." The skeleton's voice had a hint of smugness. A golden token flew out of the hall with a whoosh and landed in Shenji's hand.
Shenji: "..." Is this considered compensation?
He bowed to the main hall and then descended the heavenly ladder. By then, the Divine Compassion Palace had been floating in the sky for a long time and was extremely far from Dream Spirit Island. He rushed to Dream Spirit Island without stopping, but she was not there.
Shenji was filled with confusion. She looked at the boundless sea and the endless city outside, feeling lost. Suddenly, she thought of that dream. Was she also searching for him everywhere in the vast world?
A warm current surged in Shenji's heart. He grasped the Divine Palace Token in his hand and slowly poured spiritual power into it. The entire Divine Palace Token shone brightly, and a faint golden light emanated from it, flying steadily yet far into the distance.
The land of China was covered in golden light, and every cultivator felt as if the spiritual power within their bodies was out of control, almost flowing out of them. It was as if a voice had awakened in their souls, commanding them to obey the will of the master of the golden light.
As the golden light flew further and further away, more cultivators felt the restlessness of their spiritual energy. They looked at each other in fear, knowing that if they did not obey the command, the voice deep within their souls would cause them to explode and die at any moment.
Thousand Buddha Temple.
The AI master looked solemnly at the sky, where he could see a faint golden light in the clouds.
The legend is true.
A young monk, holding a cell phone, respectfully bowed to the Abbot and said, "Abbot, Master Wuwei has called."
The AI Master answered the phone, and the voice of the Taoist Master Wuwei came through: "The legend is true!"
Legend has it that this continent was a sacred land nurtured by a supreme god, and all cultivators carried the god's mark in their blood. The god commanded the cultivators with a token, leading them to expand their territory and conquer the land. After the god's demise, the token disappeared without a trace, and history gradually faded into legend.
Now the legend has appeared before them, and in such an abrupt way.
"What you say is quite right, Daoist Master. Who do you think is the person holding the token?"
“Apart from the one in Shenci Palace, I really can’t think of anyone else with such ability,” Master Wuwei said frankly.
Before they could dwell on it, a clear command suddenly appeared in their minds: find Ji Liang, the island master of Dream Spirit Island, and hunt down Ying Hua of the Thousand Shadows Sect.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and involuntarily replied, "Yes!"
This was an event that occurred in the cultivation world when Linghu Lan was living among mortals.
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