“Jade Emperor Mountain?” Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
If it were someone else saying this, he would merely suspect coincidence, but the one uttering these three words now was “Susheng,” the great master of divination since the Mythical Age, a figure unrivaled for tens of thousands of years to come.
Susheng smiled and said, “Your heavenly fate is in chaos, something I cannot fully see, but this applies only to yourself and not to external matters. When I calculated the matters concerning Jade Emperor Mountain, I discovered some connection to you.”
No wonder he’s the ancestor of that great diviner Wang… Meng Qi inwardly sighed. However, while the great diviner Wang enjoyed pretending to be mysterious, speaking only in hints without revealing everything, creating an image of profound mystery, Susheng was straightforward and detailed.
Indeed, the Wang family’s family motto—”not to exhaust divinations, not to push matters to extremes, not to speak everything out”—was a legacy from Susheng’s past bitter experiences.
“What would happen at Jade Emperor Mountain?” Meng Qi asked.
Susheng smiled without answering, stepping into the transmission formation. Meng Qi hesitated briefly, then followed him inside. First, they would go to Jade Emperor Mountain, then proceed to the Secret Treasury of Zhenwu.
Light surged, obscuring their vision, as space and time transformed, shifting their senses.
…
Jade Emperor Mountain stood tall and majestic, covered with various unique lotuses. These flowers defied cold, heat, height, and wind, blooming in all seasons, attracting many visitors.
Meng Qi and Susheng sat in a pavilion halfway up the mountain, facing a deep valley shrouded in mist, appearing like travelers resting.
“What exactly is going on?” Meng Qi couldn’t help but ask.
Susheng stroked his snowy white hair with a grin, “Not entirely clear to me either. While tracing a certain matter, I divined a change at Jade Emperor Mountain. We just need to wait patiently here.”
“I thought Senior Susheng had already calculated everything clearly, foreseeing all transformations,” Meng Qi said deliberately with a puzzled expression.
Susheng chuckled, “Regarding past events, if not obscured by great experts, I can indeed predict about 80 to 90 percent accurately. However, the future holds countless possibilities. Even ancient Transcendent Beings dare not claim to foresee everything. I can only calculate some possible outcomes and key points, then guide matters toward those possibilities to achieve the desired results. Of course, ordinary people have fewer encounters and fewer variables, so their possible futures are limited, allowing me to see clearly. Thus, to outsiders, it seems I have completely deciphered heavenly fate, making ironclad predictions that always come true, earning me the title of Sage in my lifetime.”
“I didn’t expect Senior Susheng to be so candid with a junior like me,” Meng Qi said, already somewhat unaccustomed to Susheng’s style after being used to the great diviner Wang’s approach.
Susheng replied, “The moment I saw you, young man, I felt a connection, as if you were closely tied to my Wang family. Seeing you feels like seeing a Wang clan disciple. This is purely a vague, chaotic intuition, but for me, who cultivates the ‘Suanjing,’ intuition is truth.”
He could sense that too? Meng Qi gained new insights into the Luo Shu and ‘Suanjing,’ smiling in response, “Perhaps I really will have much to do with the Wang family in the future.”
This “future” was not the same as that “future.”
At this point, intrigued by Susheng’s supernatural abilities, Meng Qi curiously asked, “Senior Susheng, if I don’t conceal myself and let you examine my palmistry and physiognomy, can you calculate something through the chaotic heavenly fate?”
After severing his connection with the Demon Buddha, the Five-Color Fate bestowed by the Reincarnation Law of the Buddha should have already dissipated. He wondered what his current fate pattern was like.
Susheng’s eyes lit up immediately, replying, “Let me try.”
He wore an eager expression, seemingly still resentful of the chaotic heavenly fate he couldn’t penetrate, desperately wanting to prove himself—like a competitive child.
Facing such a Susheng, Meng Qi’s lips twitched slightly. They say the older one gets, the more childish they become. Some people become more childlike with age. It seemed Susheng belonged to this category. “Reverting to childhood innocence” might not only refer to mystical phenomena but also describe personality.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he extended his left hand toward Susheng. Susheng’s eyes displayed the Luo Shu, with black and white specks dancing. His pupils seemed to conceal a swarm of glowing insects.
After observing for several moments, Susheng slowly spoke, “Destined across two lifetimes.”
Accurate! Truly accurate! Meng Qi, who initially treated this as a casual experiment, now became attentive.
Susheng slightly furrowed his white brows, “Your true soul spans two lifetimes, and so does your Dharma body. Since both are dual lifetimes, they should count as one. Could there have been some change midway—first a soul transference, then a return?”
He didn’t draw a definite conclusion but continued calculating, as other events he divined could help confirm the answer. Meng Qi, however, felt astonished and impressed. This was indeed 80 to 90 percent accurate—far better than his own half-baked Yuxi Divine Calculation. Truly, a professional was incomparable. Susheng could rival him even in physical prowess!
As Susheng kept calculating, he suddenly sighed, gazing at Meng Qi with kindness, “A troubled romantic path.”
Meng Qi paused, managing only a silent smile or a smiling silence.
Susheng continued, “First encountering setbacks, then losing your partner, destined to walk alone for life.”
Please don’t flaunt your accurate calculations… Meng Qi forced a bitter smile.
“But displaying a state of ‘neither dead nor alive, neither born nor unborn,’ there remains a thread of hope.” Susheng smiled faintly.
Meng Qi’s heart trembled, blurting out, “A thread of hope? What thread of hope?”
Could it be a chance to revive Xiao Sang?
“A thread of hope to not walk alone for life.” Susheng chuckled.
“Where lies this hope?” Meng Qi pressed.
Susheng’s aged face slightly reddened, showing slight embarrassment, “Too chaotic to calculate. I only saw an omen.”
“What omen?” Meng Qi asked gravely.
Susheng replied solemnly, “Stars falling like rain.”
Stars falling like rain… Meng Qi pondered these four words, his mind racing.
Susheng didn’t dwell further, continuing his calculations. Suddenly, he uttered a soft exclamation, “Your fate appears extremely smooth, yet hides catastrophic dangers. Gradually evolving, it unexpectedly severs completely, like a broken eyebrow or severed palm, henceforth ‘cut off,’ unable to see any remnants of your past life.”
He raised his head, staring directly into Meng Qi’s eyes, “You have no past.”
“Yes,” Meng Qi answered calmly.
“I’ve encountered those without a past before. It seems you are a newly born soul,” Susheng nodded, then suddenly frowned deeply after inhaling, “Your future life is also severed. Regardless of how many possibilities or glories await in the future, once this life ends, everything vanishes completely, for you have no future life, no retreat path!”
“I understand,” Meng Qi said flatly.
Susheng looked at him with slight surprise, shaking his head and suppressing his doubts, “Then let’s calculate the future of this current life.”
The black and white specks in Susheng’s eyes whirled more intensely. After a long while, he said, “Most of your future possibilities remain unclear to me, only a few vaguely graspable. Among these few, the majority indicate your involvement in chaotic situations or schemes by great experts, directly leading to your death at their hands or those of warriors under their command.”
“Some outcomes are ‘making clothes for others,’ helping others achieve completeness while gaining nothing yourself.”
Meng Qi nodded slightly. Indeed, the future was extremely perilous.
Susheng continued calculating, then uttered another exclamation, “There are several similar futures, all sharing the same outcome—that you attain…”
At this point, he suddenly paused. His tall hat slightly trembled, his silver hair rustling without wind, like surging snow waves, as if he had divined something terrifying. Then, he slowly uttered several words:
“Attain…”
“Attain the status of Yuanshi Tianzun!”
Susheng abruptly looked up, meeting Meng Qi’s gaze. His eyes, besides reflecting the Luo Shu, held only shock and uncertainty.
Yuanshi Tianzun!
Meng Qi was momentarily stunned. Suddenly sensing something, he turned his gaze sideways. Approaching along the mountain path was a figure in a plain dress, exuding ethereal elegance, inwardly refined, fresh, and extraordinary—the “Primordial Fairy” Bi Jingxuan.
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