A vague sense of unease welled up in their hearts. The two exchanged a glance, each seeing fear in the other's eyes.
They hurriedly performed divinations, only to discover—
Even though the matter concerned them directly, the calamity had already reached its final stage. The heavenly secrets were long since a tangled, chaotic mess, and they could not glimpse even a shred of the truth.
Trying to calculate an answer was simply a fool's dream.
And reality was exactly as they had expected.
After exhausting themselves in divination for a long while, the two ultimately gained nothing and could only stop forming hand seals.
"Senior Brother, I fear the West is about to suffer a great calamity."
Zhunti's expression was grim, and his tone was so heavy it felt oppressive.
But what stifled him even more was that, as a Saint, he could not even discern where this disaster had come from.
A dignified Saint, yet blinded by the heavenly secrets to this extent—it was utterly humiliating.
"Now that the calamity is nearing its end, we can only hope this misfortune does not befall us just yet."
"Once the tribulation has passed, we can carefully study the Mandate of Heaven and make preparations in advance."
Jieyin let out a long sigh, his brows filled with helplessness and bitterness.
But how could they have known that the things one feared most often came true?
As the light within the formation flickered between bright and dim, flashing ever more rapidly,
the Thick Black Formation began to tremble violently as well.
Before long, a piercing cracking sound rang out through the air—
Cracks had appeared at the four corners of the formation, and web-like fissures rapidly spread outward.
At the sight, Zhenyuanzi's spirits immediately rose.
His eyes locked tightly onto the formation core,