As the Eight Trigrams emerged from beneath Jinghai's feet, it immediately shrouded the surrounding arena, appearing profoundly unfathomable.
"I am well-versed in Divination. Be careful, Donor Shen," Jinghai said, a smile still on his face.
His aura became ethereal, as if he no longer belonged to the mortal world and had simply vanished into thin air. Yet, paradoxically, he stood right there.
Shen Bai narrowed his eyes. The Eight Trigrams of the Infinite Divination Skill also appeared before his eyes.
Divination was extremely difficult to deal with, especially when wielded by experts from the Daoist Sect. They could not only tell fortunes but also use Divination in combat. Within the Eight Trigrams, all variables rested in the diviner's hands. One step could summon earth, fire, water, and wind; another could bring rolling thunder.
Shen Bai knew the Infinite Divination Skill. Although it was a specific branch, it was still closely related to general Divination.
