Hexagram Breaks the Title of God

On the seventh day of his imprisonment in Youli, Ji Chang spread the yarrow grass. The sea of ​​consciousness explodes into a sea of ​​stars - Tiandao Forum, access. The leader of the Tongtian cult called him "fellow Taoist", Han Li gave him a foundation-building pill, and the ruthless emperor rewarded him. The eyes of all the worlds fell on this old man who had no power to restrain a chicken. He spent seven years in prison to grind out the sixty-four hexagrams, and used an eight-year countdown to deduce the collapse of a dynasty. But the more accurate the hexagram, the more painful the heart becomes - Boyikao's death was the blood he carved into the Mingyi hexagram with his own hands; Chonghou Hu's prisoner was the knife he bought in exchange for swallowing his hatred. "Weiji." In the last hexagram, he didn't write perfection. Because how can there be perfection in this world? He is just a little fox crossing the river. His tail is wet and the river is not over yet. A fire broke out in Muye, and King Zhou set himself on fire. Ji Fa knelt at the head of Chaoge City and kowtowed three times to Qishan. And three thousand years later, a young man opened the incomplete "Book of Changes", and the light curtain in the sea of consciousness lit up again—— "Tiandao Forum, new user access. Do you want to inherit the deduction of 'Xiqi Divination Master'?"