Using Divination as a Chessboard, All Living Beings Are Pawns

“Master, let's avoid the west when we cultivate tonight.”

Chu Jiuyin bowed respectfully. A faint glimmer of a Soul Formation cultivator lay hidden in his eyes, while the aloof sword immortal before him merely thought her disciple was timid but considerate.

He was an inept Golden Core cultivator in the sect, and also a sinister diviner who killed without a trace.

He feared heavenly tribulations and feared being exposed, yet only when facing his master did he feel a flicker of guilt he couldn't explain.

He devoured fortune, killed prodigies, and laid deadly traps, moving carefully at every turn, yet the bond between master and disciple kept breaking through his defenses.

When Su Qinghan pointed her sword at his throat and asked, “Who are you, really?”

Chu Jiuyin held up his divination lot with a faint smile. His Yin-Yang domain unfolded, with all sixty-four hexagrams circling him. “Your disciple, Chu Jiuyin, has divined that today is the day to settle the karmic debt between master and disciple…”

A master-disciple bond that began with a disguise, a path to enlightenment steeped in bloodshed. The sinister divination Dao Ancestor's rise is about far more than killing.