Ye Jinghong said very seriously, "I think this is an omen—an omen that outsiders are about to invade on a massive scale. But before that, they'll first make you fall into chaos yourselves. If the gods from all sides start fighting one another, this planet's strength will be greatly weakened. It will become a scattered mess, with no cohesion left at all. What will you use to resist them then?"
This was indeed a major problem. She was not being alarmist. I could not help thinking of what the Great Living Buddha had said about the Japanese devils over in the northeast wanting to destroy the Dragon Vein.
It seemed none of this existed in isolation. Someone was deliberately trying to provoke a War of the Gods among the powerful deities in this world. If the so-called gods of this world all fell, then any future invasion by outsiders would be unstoppable.
As the saying went, to capture bandits, capture their leader first. How could we stop this grand conspiracy at its source? The key was that we did not even know where the source was.
We did not know, but someone certainly did.
I thought of Hera. As the current ruler of Mount Olympus, she was the most important chess piece in the other side's hand. She must have known perfectly well who was using and inciting her.
No one who could become the ruler of the gods was a fool. Sometimes, even when they knew they were being used, they could only swallow their anger for one reason or another.
Perhaps Hera was like that.
"I want to meet Hera," I said.
Ye Jinghong seemed to have expected me to say that. "Going to see her now doesn't seem wise. You should know that you are her target.