943: C943 Tianji Zi's Observation

C943 Tianji Zi's Observation

Under Tianji Zi's lead, the group of Dao Alliances walked into the courtyard.

Everyone took their seats.

The living room of the courtyard house was rather spacious, so it didn't seem crowded.

"Fellow Daoist Li."

Tianji Zi looked at Lee Wuzhen and said in a solemn tone, "Did you call me here this time because of the divination of the Divination Map?"

Lee Wuzhen nodded and said in a deep voice, "I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it from you, a fortune-teller!"

"It will be the Great Yuan Tribulation. The spiritual energy will be concealed."

"The spiritual energy will recover after a thousand years."

"All deities show their divinity, immortals and mortals in this world!"

Lee Wuzhen looked around the crowd and said in a deep voice, "This is the final prophecy of the Divination Map!"

"Divination Map..." Tianji Zi stroked his long beard and became silent.

Judging from his slightly solemn expression, it was obvious that Tianji Zi was very cautious about this matter.

In the Dao Alliance, the divination of the Divination Map could only be passed down through the mouth of the Dao Alliance's Alliance Master.

Hyacinth and the others didn't know about it.

"Divination of the Divination Map?" Tian Leizi's rough voice sounded, "Is this thing worth believing? After all, it was deduced by the ancient people a thousand years ago. Perhaps there was a mistake!"

Tianji Zi's expression turned serious when he heard this, "I can't rule out this possibility, but it's pitifully little!"

" Moreover, the prophecies of the Divination Map have all come true! I believe that this time is no exception! "

Lee Wuzhen said, "I am right! Not only the Divination Map, but there are also prophecies like this in the foreign cultivation world. Although there are different details, they are mostly the same! "

He turned to Ye Yu and said, "Junior Brother, take out the fragment of the Fate Tablet in your hand."

Ye Yu nodded and took out the fragment of the Fate Tablet with a flip of his hand.

Ye Yu placed it on the table in front of everyone and said, "This is the fragment of the Fate Tablet. There are words about the prophecy written on it."

Tianji Zi looked at the fragment of the Fate Tablet on the table. A line of words was drawn on it with thin lines.

Upon seeing this line of words, Tianji Zi's expression turned serious.

"This line of words... seems to originate from the same source as the one in Saint Saiya's hand!"

"That's right. This line of text is a lost Mayan text!" Ye Yu said in a deep voice.

... "The cycle of fate has already begun, the gods will return to their homeland, and a natural disaster will descend, and it will be the next Heaven Enlightenment year!"

Ye Yu pointed at the Mayan words on the stone slab and said, "This is the meaning of the words being translated!"

Tianji Zi looked at Ye Yu in surprise, "You actually recognize this kind of words?"

Ye Yu shrugged and said casually, "What a coincidence. There are very few words that I don't know."

"As for the Mayan language, I just happen to understand it."

Tianji Zi looked at Ye Yu with a bright light flashing in his eyes. "When did Lee Wuzhen have Junior Brother?"1

Ye Yu looked at Tianji Zi indifferently and said in a low voice, "I don't need to report to the Dao Alliance that the Martial Alliance Heavenly Sword is taking in a disciple on behalf of its master, right?"

Tianji Zi was slightly startled, then he burst into laughter, "Hahaa... This old man is being rude!"

Tianji Zi's gaze shifted back to the stone slab fragment, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

"Since this is a fragment of the Fate Tablet, I'm afraid that old man, Saint Saiya, won't be able to sit still!"

What Tianji Zi didn't know was that Saint Saiya had already boarded an aircraft heading for the Hua Country.

At the moment the cabin door closed, Saint Saiya seemed to have sensed something.

A pair of silver-gray eyes looked to the east. Saint Saiya muttered to himself, "My Lord, the Fate Tablet will return to its original state!"

At the same time, the Blood Clan's Lord, Qu Sia, wore a blood-red red dress and boarded a gorgeous aircraft with a cold expression.

This aircraft was not only extraordinarily gorgeous on the outside.

The interior of the aircraft was even more luxurious and noble.

Wan Siwan sat on a comfortable seat and casually picked up a glass of red wine. She placed it on the tip of her nose and sniffed.

"Hurry up and take off! I can't wait to see Master!"

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