System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

At these veins, tiny points of light twinkle faintly, like stars in the night sky, mysterious and enchanting.

Nine long breaths passed, and as the deduction deepened, the old man's white-furred face gradually changed.

From initial ease to growing serious, and finally watching as the three tortoise shells simply circled in mid-air without landing on the star map's light spot as predicted, Bai Rong's face showed shock.

"I refuse to believe it!" A hint of unwillingness flashed in Bai Rong's eyes. He secretly vowed to get to the bottom of this matter.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, cause and effect are intertwined, if the Mind Sutra is clear, then the body will appear or disappear!" Bai Rong chanted, unleashing an even more powerful divination technique.

The art of divination relies heavily on that fleeting moment of insight. If the time drags on, the insight fades, and the accuracy of the divination results becomes difficult to guarantee.

Bai Rong felt somewhat unconvinced; he never expected that the simulation would be so difficult.

Chen Xuan was born into an ordinary sect with no powerful background. His master was just a relatively powerful sword immortal. How could the whereabouts of his clansmen be so difficult to find out, as if they were shrouded in a mysterious power?

"Give it to me, let it fall!" In the end, the veins on Bai Rong's forehead bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him look somewhat ferocious. As he used a secret technique, he forcibly made the three tortoise shells fall towards the star map in mid-air.

However, before the tortoise shells could land, two of them suddenly shattered with a "crack," turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

"Pfft!" These three ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Turtle Divine Armor were Heaven-rank divination treasures that Bai Rong had personally nurtured and were perfectly compatible with him. Unexpectedly, they were destroyed in this divination.

The moment the two tortoise shells shattered, the old man Bai Rong could no longer hold back and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His body trembled slightly, and his breathing dropped rapidly.

"What? This..." Chen Xuan's heart skipped a beat at the sight, and he knew something was wrong. An ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Just as he was about to step forward to help Bai Rong up, Bai Rong waved her hand to stop him.

"He's not dead yet." Bai Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the shattered tortoise shell with a pained expression, his eyes filled with regret. Then, he looked at the only tortoise shell that had fallen onto the star map, and with a wave of his hand, a slip of paper fell into his hand.

"You brat, what exactly are you hiding from me?" Bai Rong looked at Chen Xuan with displeasure, her eyes revealing a hint of severity as she questioned him. "With my profound cultivation in the art of divination, let alone a group of cultivators at the Foundation Establishment or Innate Realm, I can easily deduce the whereabouts of even Earth Immortals."

Chen Xuan seemed to have thought of something terrible, and his heart was filled with panic, but at this moment he dared not voice his thoughts.

"And the level of resistance encountered in this simulation is far beyond what a group of cultivators at the Foundation Establishment or Innate Realm could produce. It's as if I'm simulating the actions of a True Immortal, or even a dozen Celestial Immortal Ancestors." Bai Rong's tone was tinged with anger and doubt.

"Chen Xuan, you brat, tell me the truth. Is there a True Immortal or a dozen Celestial Immortals among your clansmen?" Bai Rong stared intently into Chen Xuan's eyes, her gaze piercing as if trying to see through his heart.

"Huh? A Celestial Immortal?" Chen Xuan was dumbfounded and hurriedly shook his head, saying, "Impossible. If my clan had a Celestial Immortal in charge, with their powerful methods and extensive connections, searching for scattered clan members would be a piece of cake. Why would I need to go through all this trouble?"

What Chen Xuan said was indeed true, but it wasn't the whole truth.

The fact that the entire population of Blue Star Dragon Summer was teleported here is indeed related to a figure with strength surpassing that of a Celestial Immortal. However, Biluo is already dead. Could it be that the failure of this deduction is because of the deceased Biluo? Chen Xuan pondered this in his heart, but he could not find a reasonable answer.

Bai Rong knew, of course, that there couldn't possibly be any Celestial Immortals or True Immortals in Chen Xuan's tribe. He was just angry because of the failure of this divination.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat oppressive, as if the air itself had solidified, making it difficult to breathe.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but break the oppressive silence and asked, "Senior, is it possible that even with your formidable strength, you are not enough to deduce information about my people?"

Bai Rong looked at the shattered tortoise shell scattered on the ground, then at the spot where the last piece of shell had fallen, and slowly shook her head, saying, "Although this deduction failed, it wasn't without any gains; we still managed to obtain some information."