“Who is Cui Geng?”
Meng Zhiyu asked. With her innate racial talent for sensing fortune and avoiding disaster, she could also use it to track the trails of others. Wen Rui answered truthfully, “This man is blessed with profound fate and is hailed as the Longevity Ancestor.”
Zhou Tian followed up: “Is there any item Cui Geng has used?” His true form was a Dharma-Ending Turtle, the silver patterns on his shell subtly aligned with the stars and celestial circuits, harmonizing with the Dao itself. In the field of divination, his accomplishments were extraordinary.
“Yes!”
Wen Rui nodded immediately. When Qin Ming had destroyed the old body of the Cui family ancestor and was about to take his storage bracelet, he had first let Wen Rui select some usable spirit items. Six Desires added, “Cui Geng used a secret technique.
Like a withered tree meeting spring, he put forth new shoots. He severed his ties with the past, a true Golden Cicada shedding its shell.”
“No matter, let me try.”
Zhou Tian’s entire body shimmered with interwoven silver patterns as his expression grew solemn. Night shrouded Kunlun. Fire Springs gurgled.
The city had no walls; instead, the major academies formed its centers, around which bustling market districts sprawled. Wen Rui explained, “My uncle once studied here.” The group nodded to themselves.