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Inside the Sanqing Hall.

Chen Xuan, Jun Yan and Shuang Yue burned incense devoutly and bowed respectfully to the three statues.

These three statues represent the three highest deities in Taoism: the Jade Pure One Yuanshi Tianzun, the Upper Pure One Lingbao Tianzun and the Great Pure One Daode Tianzun.

Their faces are kind and majestic, as if they contain endless wisdom and power.

Chen Xuan and the other two prayed silently in front of the statue, expressing their awe and prayers to the gods.

Their expressions are solemn, and their hearts are filled with thoughts about the universe, life and truth.

The smoke of incense rises and lingers around the statue, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

After the three of them burned incense and worshipped the three statues, they stood aside, staring at the statues, as if they were having a silent communication with the gods.

At the same time, Jiuyang also came over. He also burned incense devoutly and bowed deeply to the three statues.

His movements were smooth and powerful, revealing his awe and faith in the gods.

The atmosphere in the Sanqing Hall was quiet and solemn, and everyone was immersed in their own thoughts.

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun symbolizes the beginning of the universe and the power of creation. His existence allows people to feel the origin of life and the mystery of the universe.

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun represents spirituality and wisdom. His light of wisdom enables people to understand the true meaning of life and the laws of the universe.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun symbolizes morality and enlightenment. His teachings help people understand how to cultivate themselves and become moral people.

After paying homage to the Three Pure Ones, True Man Jiuyang walked to the round table.

"Please take a seat."

Jiuyang extended his hand and motioned the three sect leaders in front of him to take a seat.

Four people sat around a round table.

On the table, a pile of white papers was lightly tied with a thin hemp rope, lying there quietly as if with some sense of ritual.

Next to it, an exquisite brocade box exudes a faint luster, which arouses people's imagination.

A pen holder stood steadily beside it, with several brushes hanging on it, the tips of the brushes standing upright, as if ready to write the next legend at any time.

Next to the pen holder is an inkstone, on which are placed various tools for grinding ink, revealing a rich cultural heritage.

Jiuyang gently untied the hemp rope with elegant and calm movements, and pulled out two pieces of white paper from it.

He gently placed one of them in front of him, and handed the other one to Chen Xuan with a smile.

"Chenxuan, please carefully write down Chu Feng's birth date, as well as his detailed identity information and experience before he joined the sect."

Jiuyang's voice was low and magnetic, as if every word contained endless power.

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, turned his gaze to Shuangyue beside him, and ordered: "Shuangyue, grind the ink."

Upon hearing this, Shuangyue immediately stood up.

Her movements were skillful and graceful, each grind just right, as if she had become one with the process.

The fragrance of ink is everywhere, intertwined with the fragrance of books in the room, creating a quiet and solemn atmosphere

Shuangyue couldn't help but think of the past years, the days when she was in Wuji Sect.

At that time, Yun Che was not yet an Emperor, but merely the leader of the Lingshan Wuji Sect.

And she, Shuangyue, was one of his disciples.

Whenever Yun Che picked up his pen to write, he would always ask her to stand beside him and carefully grind the ink for him.

As Shuangyue ground the ink, Chenxuan also picked up the brush, dipped it in a suitable amount of ink, and wrote Chu Feng's historical records on the white paper.

At this moment, the hearts of the four people seemed to be united, witnessing the arrival of this important moment together.

Chen Xuan sat at the desk with a serious expression, the pen in his hand dancing rapidly on the paper. With each stroke, Chu Feng's identity information and personal experience were recorded in detail.

His eyes were focused and serious, as if he wanted to engrave every detail in his mind.

At the same time, Jiuyang's eyes were fixed on the ancient brocade box.

As he opened the lid of the brocade box, a pile of yellow papers came into view.

Jiuyang picked up a piece of yellow paper and placed it on the white paper in front of him.

He looked solemn, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.

Then he bit his index finger and blood gushed out instantly.

Jiuyang didn't hesitate at all and drew talismans on the yellow paper with his own blood.

His technique was skillful, and every stroke was just right, as if he had already planned it out in advance.

As he wrote, a complex pattern gradually took shape on the yellow paper.

This talisman is called Tongtian Talisman, and it is said to have the magical power to predict the future and divine a person's past and present lives.

The moment Jiuyang finished drawing the Tongtian Talisman, the talisman suddenly emitted a dazzling light, as if it was given life.

Then, it actually flew up, slowly drifted into the air, and hovered in mid-air.

As the light flickered, the Tongtian Talisman seemed to have established some kind of mysterious connection with heaven and earth.

After writing Chu Feng's personal history, Chen Xuan handed the paper to Jiuyang.

Jiuyang took the paper, scanned every word on it with a focused gaze, and read it word by word.

After reading it, he solemnly stamped a bright red seal on the paper.

Then he stood up and strode to the center of the Sanqing Hall.

He gently threw the thin piece of paper into the air, and it floated leisurely in the breeze like a light leaf.

The piece of paper, densely covered with Chu Feng's information, seemed to be given life at this moment, emitting a soft and mysterious light.

The light gradually gathered together, illuminating the entire space like a dream.

True Man Jiuyang waved the whisk in his hand, his movements were smooth and powerful.

As he waved the whisk, the Taoist robe on his body was replaced with a bright yellow Taoist robe in the blink of an eye.

This Taoist robe is brightly colored and glittering. It is the special Taoist robe he wears when he is doing divination.

It is said that by wearing this Taoist robe, one can communicate with the gods between heaven and earth and draw endless power and wisdom.

He stretched out his fingers in a scissor shape, as if resonating with some force in the air.

The Tongtian Talisman floating in the air seemed to sense his call, and flew lightly to his fingertips and was held firmly by him.

The runes on the Tongtian Talisman flickered, releasing a faint fluorescence, which complemented the light from the body of True Man Jiuyang.

As Master Jiuyang began to dance, his movements gradually became graceful and agile.

He chanted ancient scriptures, every syllable was full of mystery and solemnity.

The sound of scriptures echoed in the air, as if summoning an unknown power.

The four of them seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space and came to a mysterious space.

This place is full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if it is the most secret corner between heaven and earth.

On the high Bagua stone platform.

True Man Jiuyang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and concentrated.

His hands were placed quietly on his knees in a specific posture, as if absorbing the power between heaven and earth.

The entire space is filled with a sacred and inviolable atmosphere, which makes people feel awe.

Then he raised his hands, clasped his fingers tightly together, and put them in front of his chest with an extremely pious posture.

He muttered something in a low and powerful voice: "Grandmaster, I, the disciple Jiuyang, wish to explore Chu Feng's past and present lives today.

This person has fallen deeply into the devil's way and cannot extricate himself. I beg the Grandmaster to show mercy and help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering and achieve immortality."

The Bagua platform began to rotate continuously, emitting a mysterious light.

Jiuyang sat in the center of the Bagua stage, his expression solemn and focused.

His hands kept changing positions, sometimes pinching fingers, sometimes making seals, and every movement was full of power and rhythm, as if resonating with some power between heaven and earth.

Below, Chen Xuan, Shuang Yue and Jun Yan stood side by side in a row, their eyes all focused on the towering Bagua platform in front of them.

On the stage, Jiuyang's body kept spinning, emitting dazzling light, illuminating the surroundings.

As time goes by.

The rotating Bagua platform slowly stopped. True Man Jiuyang held his head high and looked up at the sky, feeling puzzled.

Suddenly, a dazzling light cut through the space, accompanied by a distant and deep voice: "Let the flowers be flowers, let the trees be trees,

If the mind is not dead, the Tao cannot be born; if desire is not extinguished, the Tao cannot exist."

True Man Jiuyang looked solemn: "Grandmaster, is there really no solution to this?

Is it true that Chu Feng's calamity is impossible to overcome?"

Jiuyang clasped his hands together again, his eyes filled with doubt and expectation.

He asked: "Grandmaster, I don't understand your words 'Let flowers be flowers, let trees be trees'.

Does it mean that Chu Feng will be allowed to fall into the devil's way without being saved?"

As the words fell, the mysterious light gradually dissipated, leaving behind emptiness and silence.