Chapter 542: The Cultivator World is About to Perish, and You Guys Are Still Here Combining Rare Avatar Sets?!

And at this very moment, upon the Purple Cloud Peak of the Haotian Academy.

A remarkably heavy aura seemed to shroud the entirety of the mountain summit.

Even the atmosphere itself appeared frozen and still, for the sky and the rolling hills were covered in every manner of restrictive ward.

To say nothing of common folk, even senior cultivators of profound power would find it nigh impossible to slip inside unnoticed.

Within the mountains lay a rather exquisite courtyard, from which floated the fresh and crisp fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Deep inside the residence, a gray-haired elder well past his fiftieth year sat cross-legged, slowly opening his eyes to reveal a face that remained somewhat pale.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"My thanks..." The man who sat cross-legged finally returned to his senses, "I did not expect that after several years apart, the old Headmaster's cultivation would show signs of yet further advancement!"

Gu Tingyun finally nodded in agreement, speaking aloud, "Tell me, what exactly did you encounter in that place, that it should be something even you could not contend with?"

"I..." The pale elder sitting cross-legged was just about to speak, yet he seemed to fear that walls might have ears, casting a cautious glance at his surroundings.

"Whatever the matter is, you may speak of it directly," Gu Tingyun said, "I have already laid down restrictions here; no one can eavesdrop upon us."

He hurriedly leaned in to whisper a few words into Gu Tingyun's ear, for the Ruins of Heaven concerned many ancient secrets, and perhaps even more.

Gu Tingyun nodded slightly as the divining hexagram bones scattered across the tabletop, and at this exact moment, his expression grew seemingly more grave.

"Headmaster, how fares it...?"

"Relying upon my own life-force, I have just cast a divination for the future of our Lingzhou cultivation world. The sixth line of the Kan Hexagram—a most ominous portent..."

"Cough... Cough..." He sighed softly, the divination complete, his countenance appearing several years older than before.

Like a dying candle flickering in the wind.

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* **Stylistic Note:** "Old dean" is rendered as "venerable dean" to elevate the literary tone, and the chaotic exclamation at the end is framed as "What in heaven's name is happening" to capture the high drama of the original Chinese narrative style.