The blood-colored figure's final words had not sounded like an empty threat. They had sounded more like a statement of established fact.
Li Chang'an thought for a moment, and all sorts of possibilities surfaced in his mind.
"Forget it. The future isn't set. There's no use thinking too much about it."
He cast several spells in succession, reducing the shattered altar to powder.
Even if that figure had left more contingencies behind, it could no longer use this place to arrange its resurrection.
Li Chang'an waited a while and confirmed that no trace of blood energy remained.
"That should do it."
He turned to check on Ning Qingliu.
By then, Ning Qingliu had returned to normal.
Her breathing had steadied, and her lovely face had regained its usual composure, though her gaze was troubled.
"Fellow Daoist Li, did you follow me here?"
"Just a coincidence."
Li Chang'an smiled and gave the explanation he had prepared.
"I have a Spiritual Beast that's followed me for years. He's reached peak Tier 3, but his talent is limited, so I'm not confident he can advance to Tier 4. I came to the Beast Taming Domain today to seek a Heaven Grade Myriad Demon Bloodstone and happened to discover this rift—"
He spoke at an unhurried pace, his tone steady and his story without a discernible flaw.
Ning Qingliu gave it no further thought.
She sighed softly. "You were right before, Fellow Daoist Li. That Jade Flute was no opportunity after all. I never imagined I'd be an Alien Race Descendant."
Li Chang'an said, "Many people in this world are Alien Race Descendants. You needn't worry about your bloodline, Fellow Daoist Ning. If you consider yourself human, then you are."
"You're right, Fellow Daoist Li."
Ning Qingliu took a deep breath to calm herself,