Chapter 742: Chapter 580: Yin-Yang Eye, Jade Realm, Peace, and a Good End

In the end, Xiao Mo shook his head.

He rose from the jade bed, slowly raised his hand, and began to form the hand seals for his Techniques.

A Yin Yang River materialized and began to flow around him, its surface rippling outward like water.

After stepping into the Immortal Realm, the Yin Yang River that Xiao Mo manifested with the Great Dream of Yellow Millet was now connected to karma.

For a moment, the sun and moon seemed to reverse, and the stars shifted in their courses. Countless stars in the sky frequently changed positions, as if an invisible pair of hands were rearranging them.

Within the Seeking Immortal Temple, many disciples sensed something and raised their heads in unison, all looking toward the same mountain peak.

Above that peak, a river of interwoven black and white was constantly pouring in, converging, and merging.

...

"Temple Master, this... this is..."

A disciple stood beside Daoist Yun Xi, her face filled with astonishment as she gazed up at the strange phenomenon above the mountain peak.

"Huang Ye, in your opinion, what is the art of Divination?"

Daoist Yun Xi asked unhurriedly, his gaze fixed on the distance.

"Do you believe that destiny is predetermined and unchangeable?"

"If destiny is unchangeable, and Divination only reveals a fixed, unalterable result, then what is the point of a person’s efforts?"

"This..." The disciple named Huang Ye was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

Of course, she knew what the art of Divination was.

Simply put, it was peeking into heavenly secrets to see another’s future, to foresee fortune and misfortune.

But she had never considered the questions the Temple Master had just asked.

However, before Huang Ye could answer, Daoist Yun Xi naturally provided the answer himself:

"So-called Divination is the process of continuously deducing and calculating based on the countless tangled threads of karma in the world, following established Laws, to ultimately arrive at a result."

"This result is not set in stone. It is the most likely direction that current circumstances or the future will take."

"Since the result can be changed, a diviner’s every word and action can have a deep or shallow influence on the future of the person seeking the divination. As for whether that person is willing to heed the diviner’s advice, that is their own choice."

"However, everyone’s karma is tied to the secrets of the Celestial Dao. This is the meaning behind the saying, ’Heavenly secrets must not be lightly revealed.’"

"If a person performs Divination for another whose karma is too significant, the Celestial Dao will unleash a backlash upon the diviner."

"Therefore, even if some diviners discern a heavenly secret, they will choose to remain silent and pretend they know nothing to avoid the Celestial Dao’s backlash."

"However, if there is an enormous gap in Realm between the diviner and the person seeking divination, and the latter’s karma is not profound, the diviner can use their own power to influence the other’s future and alter the course of their destiny."

"And this phenomenon is what is known in the Mortal World as ’Immortals toying with humanity.’"

"Xiao Mo has now reached the Immortal Realm, and the Cultivation Technique he practices, the Great Dream of Yellow Millet, is precisely what allows one to do such things."

...

Inside the Cave Mansion, the light was dim and all was silent.

Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.

However, what he saw was not the ordinary rock walls and stalagmites of the cave.

In Xiao Mo’s vision, a Yin Yang River flowed quietly beneath his feet, its black and white currents interwoven, never running dry.

The white Yang River and the pitch-black Yin River constantly merged and converged, like two ancient torrents reuniting, finally coalescing into the vast, boundless River of Time.

This was the River of Time that Xiao Mo was able to step into after reaching the Immortal Realm, by using the Great Dream of Yellow Millet to connect with the great Dao of heaven and earth.

Xiao Mo searched continuously along the River of Time, his gaze sweeping through countless flowing images of light and shadow.

Finally, he found a faint point of light.

Xiao Mo slowly walked forward and carefully reached out, enveloping the point of light with the gentle Spiritual Power from within his body.

This point of light was not a Divine Soul, but "karma."

"Sister Liu Shui... I’ll see you on your way..."

Empowered by the Great Dream of Yellow Millet, Xiao Mo walked step by step along the bank of the River of Time.

Through the faintly glowing River of Time, Xiao Mo saw the reflections of one ordinary household after another appearing on the river’s surface.

Although he couldn’t tell whether these reflections were from ten, a hundred, or a thousand years in the future.

But with the Great Dream of Yellow Millet, he could deduce the general kind of life Sister Liu Shui would lead and the likely outcome if he placed her with different families.

At last, Xiao Mo stopped before the gate of a particular house.

He stood outside the courtyard gate, his fingers moving lightly as he secretly made his deductions.

In the end, Xiao Mo’s divination yielded a result:

"Yin-Yang Eye, Jade Realm, a peaceful life, a good end."

"This is the place," Xiao Mo murmured to himself. He passed through the courtyard gate and let the point of light in his hands, which represented "karma," drift gently into the yard.

...

「Roughly three thousand years later.」

A clear cry of a baby suddenly rang out from the courtyard.

"The baby’s here, the baby’s here! It’s a girl!" the midwife exclaimed, her face beaming with joy as she ran out the door and shouted to the simple man who was anxiously pacing outside.

Upon hearing this, the man rushed into the room.

The simple man carefully picked up the tiny, swaddled child. His wife, leaning weakly against the headboard with a blissful smile, asked softly, "Let’s give our daughter... a name..."

"Ning Wei..."

The simple man’s face was full of delight.

"I’m not very educated, so I went to the city and asked a scholar to give her a name. He suggested Ning Wei... What do you think, my dear?"

"Ning Wei..." The wife repeated her daughter’s name softly, a gentle smile spreading across her lips. She nodded lightly. "It’s beautiful..."

Time flowed like water, the peaceful days passing by one after another.

The little girl named Ning Wei gradually grew up, blossoming into a well-behaved and adorable young lady.

「One day.」

Ning Wei went out to play, hugging her favorite rag doll, but some mischievous children snatched it away.

They tossed the doll back and forth between them.

Whenever she was just about to catch it, the doll would be thrown to the other side again.

The little girl with two braided pigtails had red-rimmed eyes, and her lips were pressed tightly together. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

Finally, the little girl could no longer hold back her feelings of being wronged.

She squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and tears began to fall, soaking her dress.

"Can’t catch it, can’t catch it!"

"Crybaby, you can’t catch it!"

"Ning Wei is a crybaby... Shame on you!"

The children circled around the little girl, clapping their hands and laughing mockingly at her.

Just then, a man with a Long Saber at his waist strode forward and gave each of the children a sharp rap on the head.

"Don’t bully others, especially a little girl. Have you no shame?"

The man snatched the rag doll away and scolded them sternly.

Seeing an adult intervene, one who even had a Long Saber at his waist, the children were frightened and scattered in all directions, running far away.

The man walked over, squatted down, and handed the rag doll back to the little girl. His tone softened instantly. "Here, this is yours."

"Thank you, mister..." The little girl raised her head and sniffled, teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes. Her voice was soft and sweet.

"You’re welcome." The man with the saber looked into her eyes, and his expression faltered for a moment, as if he had seen something unusual.

"Little girl, what’s your name?" the man asked softly.

"Ning Wei... The ’Ning’ for ’tranquility,’ and the ’Wei’ for ’rose’..." The little girl blinked, wiped away her tears, and looked up at him earnestly. "And you, mister?"

"Me...?"

The man smiled faintly.

"My name is Xiao Mo."

"The ’Xiao’ for ’desolate,’ and the ’Mo’ for ’ink.’"

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