The Great Chu Imperial City.
Book Tower.
Behind the screen, a Green Jade Case, wisps of smoke rising.
Chen Jingxuan leaned over the desk, countless golden threads converged, weaving into a small scroll. It really was a magnificent and grand picture; while the Book Tower was not large, there were billions of golden threads suspended, and at this moment all these golden threads were taut, gathered in Chen Jingxuan's palm.
Like turning the tide upside down.
The higher up the Book Tower, the sparser the golden threads.
The closer to the Green Jade Case, the denser the golden threads. In the end, so dense that they nearly solidified into substance.
The scroll formed by the convergence of these golden threads contained a tremendous accumulation of destiny.
"..."
Chen Jingxuan stared intently at these golden threads, extremely focused.
This was the divination technique of the Sky Watcher.
