94 Divination. (1/2)

An old man, rushing towards a spot on the first peak of the sect, held an ancient stick in his hand. His speed was laughable, not even reaching the 3rd step.

Nevertheless, he still reached the plain of grass and trees with a thud. His eyes quivered with excitement and dread, where he breathed deep gulps. He calmed himself, and holding the stick, he lifted it and began to mutter.

”Firmament, Open.”

His countenance was solemn as his grasp tightened and his face paled. An odd aura seemed to form around him, one that was invisible yet so easy to spot.

It seethed with Martial Energy, though what he said next was a little strange.

”Heavens, Heed my Call!”

He seemed to age at a visible rate as he continued. The aura around him also trembled, then multiplied in quantity and density. That odd feeling magnified, causing a disheartening sensation to blitz unto all of existence.

”Divine.”

His voice, quivering out the last syllable, seemed to echo through everything. His body creaked as this happened, where a light breeze blew past him and brought a dust cloud with it.

*W-Wanggg*

His stick shook as, before his eyes, an exceptional rumble quaked in the sky!

*CRACKLE*

A forbidden aura exploded and encompassed him, where a heavenly light pierced the clouds and formed a pillar of gleaming brightness!

A dazzling feeling of awe blasted the old man, and he didn't bother to resist as he kneeled down with the stick in his hand. This stick was hymning at an even greater rate as if it was resonating with that light!

The old man grovelled there with the dirt, but he didn't stop muttering a strange string of inconceivable words. This seemed to cause the rumbling to develop, and the pillar of light to kindle.

*MMMMM*

That was until, in an abrupt crack, a blinding entity parted the clouds. The light seared the air, and the old man couldn't even look at the entity or his eyes would singe.

The entity, unknown in shape or size, flashed as it appeared before the old man and gazed at him. It was a strange gaze, and it seemed to want something.

The old man saw this, and with a dry gulp, he threw the old stick towards the entity.

*FLASH*

Everything seemed to lose all meaning for a second, and before the old man knew it, the world had been restored and he was kneeling with a face full of sweat.

He turned his head and saw that no commotion had been set off, nor had anyone noticed this. Though, he wasn't surprised.

'Only I could see...'

Terror set a storm in his mind as he reminded himself of that entity, one that he couldn't even look at. Nonetheless, he couldn't ponder on such issues as he set his eyes on a shimmering scroll before him, formed from nothing.

'Higher level divination acquired from the heavens is capable of producing images, but I can only create scrolls with my ability...'

” I, a Martial Being, must ask the heavens for help... Heh.”

He sighed as he grasped the scroll and unfurled it in a rush. A set of words presented themselves to him. They were rough in form but had a certain atmosphere that was unique. It was this uniqueness that seemed to make the old man's blood shake with revulsion.

' Assigned via the Dragon of Oceans.

A newborn, a new worldly commander.

Ocean Emperor Li Wei.'

Beneath this verse was another, strangely rougher set of text.

' Unknown Turmoils Spread within the gate.

A gold, blazing and worthwhile.

Where true horror recovers.

Do not let him recover.'

The last sentence was even more rushed and rough, even verging on being unreadable. In fact, he seemed to spot a light stain to the side of the scroll.

'Blood?'

It was white in colour, almost like bleach. It was hard to spot, but the old man felt that it was peculiar. But, he soon forgot about this as he attempted to understand the divination.