The Evil Lord of All Realms

That night, Mo Yang stood in front of his master's tomb and talked a lot. It wasn't until dawn and Er Gouzi returned that Mo Yang turned around and left.

Originally, Mo Yang wanted to find out where the Lingxu Sect members had moved to. Although he did not have much interaction with other members of the Lingxu Sect, this sect was the place where he had lived for ten years.

Just thinking about his current situation, finding them may not be a good thing for Lingxu Sect.

"Boy, where are we going?" Ergouzi asked after leaving Lingxu Sect.

"Go to the Eastern Region. I've been there once before. I wanted to meet the senior fortune teller, but I didn't!" Mo Yang said.

Then he didn't hesitate, took out the ancient chessboard and opened the teleportation array, took Gouzi directly into the teleportation channel and left.

After arriving in the Eastern Territory, Er Gouzi and Mo Yang moved separately. After wandering around the Eastern Territory for several days, they still couldn't find any clues about the divine fortune teller. Mo Yang sighed secretly. This trip was probably the same as the last time.

That night, he and Er Gouzi hid their true identities and walked into Luoyang City. With Er Gouzi's virtue, it was natural that they would have a big meal and drink when they came to a place like this. In the restaurant, Er Gouzi drank half of the wine. Drunk, Mo Yang stared at the night sky outside the window in trance, when a figure appeared silently on the seat beside him.

If he hadn't heard the sound of pouring wine, Mo Yang might not have noticed it.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and then he was stunned. He searched twice and wandered around the Eastern Region for nearly a month, but there was no trace of the divine fortune teller, and he unexpectedly appeared here.

The fortune teller poured himself a glass, then brought it to his mouth and took a sip without looking at Mo Yang.

And Mo Yang looked at the strong man next to him who didn't know when he appeared, and he didn't come back to his senses for a moment. Although most of his soul power was now sealed in the spiritual palace for nourishment, his own perception was still there, and there was no trace of it at all. Not even aware of it.

The other party came here unexpectedly. Could it be that he was looking for him?

Or maybe the fortune teller came to see him specifically?

The divine fortune teller once blocked his way and forcibly took a drop of blood from his body. If he came specifically to find him this time, what would he do?

Thinking of this, Mo Yang was startled, and he stood up suddenly and took a few steps back. Only then did he realize that Er Gouzi had already passed out drunk on the table. This seemed to be the fault of the fortune teller.

"Young man, don't be so wary of me, I don't mean you any harm!" Seeing Mo Yang's actions, the fortune teller put down the wine glass in his hand, and then looked at Mo Yang.

Before Mo Yang could speak, the fortune teller continued: "Don't you want to see me too?"

This sentence shocked him. Did the other party appear on his own after calculating his purpose, or was he spying on his thoughts at this time?

If it was the former, this divine fortune teller was too terrifying, and his cultivation might be stronger than he imagined, because he had never felt this way before even when he faced off against the strong man from Chixuling who was close to the peak of the Creation Realm. .

The fortune teller waved his hand, raised the wine jar and filled the two wine glasses on the table. With a wave of his hand, one of the wine glasses was sent to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang took the wine glass, took a deep breath, then forced himself to calm down, and sat down slowly.

"Senior, I heard that you can divine secrets. I want to find someone, but I don't know whether he is alive or dead. Can I invite senior..." Mo Yang thought for a moment and said.

He suddenly remembered that he might be able to get some clues about Yu Yao from the divine fortune teller. He would have to figure it out whether he was alive or dead. This was his biggest concern.

But before he finished speaking, the fortune teller let out a sigh. This sigh immediately interrupted Mo Yang's thoughts and made his words stop abruptly. A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"Everyone has his own destiny. Life is also destiny, and death is also destiny. Many people call me a divine teller, but the secrets of heaven are not so easy to see. What's more, anyone who spies on heaven will be punished by heaven..."

The divine fortune teller's words made Mo Yang feel relieved, but at the same time, countless questions arose.

"When I took a drop of blood from you, I wanted to use it to understand something, but I was punished by God. Young man, your identity is not simple!" Before Mo Yang could speak, the fortune teller continued like this. One sentence.

The fortune teller looked at Mo Yang silently, but after staying for a few breaths, he moved away.

"Senior, didn't you see anything?" Mo Yang felt a little nervous and asked.

When Mo Yang asked this question, the fortune teller did not respond, but remained silent, wondering what he was thinking about.

After about a cup of tea, the fortune teller finally spoke: "I saw the endless fog, covering the sky and the earth from ancient times to the present, and I saw a sword, connecting the past and the present..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, and was stunned when he said this.

Mo Yang just frowned continuously. He didn't know what the divine fortune teller meant at all. Could it be related to him?

Or did the fortune teller see what was behind him?

There was another moment of silence before the fortune teller looked at him again and said, "Although I didn't see anything, I also have some guesses. You have the blood of the ancient gods and that tower, so you should be the same as that one. It’s about people!”

Although the fortune teller did not directly say who that person was, in Mo Yang's opinion, the fortune teller must be talking about the Star Emperor.

"I can't give you the answer to what you want to ask. In this world, everyone is just like grass and trees!" The fortune teller then said.

"Just like the heavy snow in the winter, the grass and trees should wither and die... Under the laws of heaven, emperors cannot live forever. From ancient times to the present, cultivation has withered, and few strong men have been born!"

Mo Yang couldn't help but said: "Senior, is there really no strong human race? Is there really no one who can contain the ancient race?"

The fortune teller stood up and walked to the window, looking at the lights of Luoyang City outside the window. He did not respond directly and said: "This is also the destiny of the human race. Everyone can tell clearly what will happen in the future!"

"I am just a dying old man, and I may not live for many years. Fortunately, I have had some opportunities and achieved some achievements in my practice, but I am just an ant. How can I predict the future?"

The fortune teller stood silently in front of the window for a moment, then turned around as if to leave. Mo Yang stood up in a hurry because he still had some things to ask.

But the fortune teller waved his hand without looking back and said, "Young man, maybe it won't be long before we meet again!"

After saying that, he left. After a few breaths, Ergouzi woke up, looked around vaguely, and muttered: "Damn, why did the uncle fall asleep..."

Then he cursed and continued to lift the wine jar in front of him and poured wine into his mouth.