441: When the star enters the moon, a storm is coming.

This city, standing like a sapphire by the sea, is Azure City, one of the three great Empires of the Human Race on Emerald Dragon Star, the coastal megalopolis of the Azure Dragon Empire.

Azure City is square-shaped, with city walls a thousand meters high and 15 kilometers wide, covering an area of 225 square kilometers.

The city walls are entirely constructed from deep-sea azure crystals, engraved with countless magical runes. It is said that under the guardianship of Epic-level powerhouses, it can withstand three strikes from a Mythic-level powerhouse without breaking.

And there is only one Mythic-level powerhouse on Emerald Star, or rather, one Dragon.

"It can withstand three strikes from Emerald Dragon God Stia without breaking?"

Yang Dian curled his fingers, suppressing the urge to slap Azure City and test its strength, or rather, his own strength.

After all, his target was still in the city.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Dian, who had been blocking the caravan behind him, once again lifted his foot and walked towards Azure City, ignoring the caravan manager's resentful but unspoken glare.

As he continuously approached the city, the number of people on the road grew, and the distinctions between them became increasingly clear.

Ordinary Human Race peddlers and porters, and Orcs porters, took the outermost right lane, forming a long queue in front of the small city gate.

Fully armed caravans, Centaurs in armor, Dwarves, and Orcs took the second lane from the right.

The number of people on this road was more than a hundred times less than on the outermost right lane.

Further to the left were mages in hoods and wizard robes, or Elves riding unicorns.

Clearly, this lane was reserved for magic-users or superior races like Elves.

On the leftmost side of the road, carriages and caravans passed only occasionally.

In any case, Yang Dian had walked so far on the road and only saw two carriages and one caravan pass on the leftmost lane.

Whenever such carriages or caravans passed, the peddlers and porters on the outermost right lane, and the Orcs porters, would bend their knees, kneel down, and kowtow in the direction of the carriage.

'The distinctions are clear; ordinary people have virtually no way to climb up and can only be slaves for generations.'

'It's another world that makes one feel despair~'

Amidst his thoughts, Yang Dian followed a group of Elves, and with the fawning compliments of a squad of guards in silver-white armor, he strode into the city.

'I wonder how much effort the commissars will need to awaken the spirit of resistance in the ordinary people of this world.'

With a hint of indescribable anticipation, Yang Dian, under the astonished gazes of people with various thoughts, walked through the streets and alleys until he reached a bustling intersection.

Looking at the banner erected by the roadside that read, "All things in heaven and earth can be divined," and the 'Daoist' in a moon-white Daoist robe sitting beneath it, Yang Dian's eyes were filled with curiosity.

After a few gulps, Yang Dian uttered a common phrase of Emerald Dragon Star. Under the strange gazes of various fantasy races, he walked to the fortune-telling stall and squatted down in front of the middle-aged Daoist.

Just as Yang Dian squatted down, whispers reached him.

"Someone else is about to be conned by that swindler."

"Heh, I was conned out of three silver dragon gold coins by that swindler last time. He said he'd change my luck, but I'm still plagued by bad luck."

"This time, the one who sought out the swindler seems to be an underage giant from the Giant Race? I heard the Giant Race is notoriously short-tempered. What if the young giant finds out he's been conned? Will he just beat him to death?"

"It'd be best if he was beaten to death, saves him from harming people everywhere and disgracing our Azure City!"

Yang Dian ignored the whispers behind him.

One of his goals in coming to Emerald Dragon Star was to investigate the Qi Refiners and Daoists, to explore their origins.

On the other side, Yao Banxian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, first raised an eyebrow when he felt himself enveloped in a shadow.

Then he opened his eyes, glanced at Yang Dian, who was several heads taller than him even while squatting, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Knowing destiny, predicting the future, changing fortune."

"This humble Daoist knows five hundred years in the past and five hundred years in the future, and can change all kinds of fortunes."

"Young friend, what do you want to calculate? Or what fortune do you wish to change?"

Hearing the words 'this humble Daoist' from the 'Daoist's' mouth, a sense of strangeness once again arose in Yang Dian's heart.

'Martial artists and Daoists meeting on an Alien Planet full of fantasy races?'

'This world is too strange!'

Suppressing the sudden sense of strangeness in his heart, Yang Dian looked up at the sun, half of which had already set behind the city wall in The West, and the full moon that had just risen in The East. After a moment of contemplation, he asked in a somewhat unfamiliar common language of Emerald Dragon Star:

"Calculate the upcoming weather."

As he spoke, Yang Dian extended his hand and placed about ten dragon gold coins, each 10 centimeters in diameter and carved with an Emerald Dragon on both sides, in front of the Daoist.

The Daoist was first stunned when he saw the dragon gold Yang Dian produced, then he narrowed his eyes, pinched his fingers, and began to chant in a theatrical manner.

After a while, he stopped his finger gestures and looked up at the direction of the moon.

"The morning star enters the moon, Yin Qi flourishes, mist rises in Azure, and wind and rain are approaching."

No sooner had the Daoist's words fallen than a strange wind inexplicably arose between heaven and earth.

Then, a dark cloud flew in from who knows where, obscuring the bright full moon in The West, and the entire world seemed to become misty in an instant.

Although it wasn't so foggy that one couldn't see their own hand, visibility was at least ten times less than before.

"So accurate?"

Hearing Yang Dian's murmur, Yao Banxian immediately raised his head and said somewhat proudly:

"This humble Daoist knows five hundred years in the past and five hundred years in the future, not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yao Banxian, noticing the hazy celestial phenomena beyond the mist, shook his head again.

"No, no, what I just calculated is wrong."

"How can the celestial phenomena change?"

"The morning star belongs to water, the moon belongs to Yin. When the morning star is hidden beneath the moonlight, Yin Qi fills the Taiyin, and wind and rain are approaching."

"That's correct, isn't it?"

"But where did this boundless Qi of slaughter come from..."

Muttering, Yao Banxian's fingers began to twitch rapidly again, and he himself started to become somewhat frantic.

After a while, the mist parted slightly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

'When Heaven unleashes its killing intent, stars shift and constellations change.'

'When Earth unleashes its killing intent, Dragons and serpents rise from the land.'

'When Man unleashes his killing intent, heaven and earth are overturned.'

'Is there a demon star driving the Three Stars of Seven Killings, Greedy Wolf, and Army Breaker, preparing to destroy heaven and earth?'

'Holy crap, another Alien Planet has set its sights on this planet and is preparing to act against it?'

'And from the divination, this planet can't resist and is going to shatter?'

'It's over, it's over... This Daoist hasn't even found a way back yet, and I'm probably going to be treated as a native and clubbed to death.'

'No, how did this divination suddenly arise without any warning, not even giving this Daoist any time to prepare?'

Amidst his trembling heart, Yao Banxian suddenly thought of something, and stiffly turned around to look at Yang Dian.

'It seems that the celestial phenomena changed after this big guy asked the question.'

'So the change in celestial phenomena is related to him?'

'The 'protagonist' who saves the world?'

'Or is it...'

He stared at Yang Dian and pinched his fingers a few times.

'Uh? Can't calculate it?'

'Is there something wrong with this Daoist's Cultivation Technique?'

'Or is it because he is too important, or too strong?'

With his little heart pounding, Yao Banxian's gaze fell on the Little Black Cat on Yang Dian's shoulder again, and under the Little Black Cat's curious gaze, he moved his fingers so fast they became a blur.