Song Lin planned to use his 72 Transformations to send an avatar over. Though he was a clan leader of a minor tribe, he had cultivated his Primordial Spirit, which would be a display of sincerity.
"No need to bring too many people this time. Erlang God, Chiyou, and Lingying can accompany me. Divine Turtle, please divine an omen."
The Divine Turtle closed his eyes, then opened them moments later. He nodded and said, "A great blessing; there is profit without harm."
At his level of cultivation, he no longer needed external tools to divine. A single thought could reveal the fortune or misfortune of an event.
Zhengxin Mei Hua, Bai Mei, and others often sought his guidance in the ancient techniques used by the kings of yore to predict outcomes.
"Good, then let us set out immediately."
Song Lin gently exhaled, his breath transforming into someone identical to himself in appearance and cultivation.
