He Ao picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was only a note:
[Sometimes, digging too deeply isn't a good thing. We can save the world together.]
He Ao raised an eyebrow.
Prophecy was just as disgusting as fate.
He shifted his gaze and looked behind him.
An Old Man dressed in black was slowly crossing the road while a car with its high beams flashing sped toward him.
Whoosh—
In the next instant, the Old Man's entire body was lifted by one hand and carried across the road.
The car slammed on the brakes, swerved sharply, and crashed into a stone bollard by the roadside.
Still shaken, the Old Man looked at He Ao, whose back was to the lights. "Thank you, thank you, young man."
Even though the car had braked and changed direction, he would certainly have been hit.
But when he finally steadied himself, he discovered that there was nothing in front of him.
He lowered his head and looked at the wrecked car ahead. "A-a god? An immortal revealed himself?"
He Ao clapped his hands and vanished into the darkness.
A particular reference would eventually point the trail of mysticism back to him.
The ripples of fate had already begun spreading.
Martial Arts World
Standing amid a barren wasteland, He Ao gently picked up the item in his hand.
It was a gray gemstone.
At that moment, the gemstone had completely withdrawn its radiance and looked like an ordinary, utterly unremarkable stone by the roadside.
He Ao quietly watched the gemstone and held it beneath the bright sun.
Sunlight passed through the gemstone, refracting bizarre and grotesque colors, as though invisible flesh were writhing within it, bending the light before swiftly turning into hazy smoke amid the radiance.
This gray gemstone had been