Faced with An Xin's warning, Wu Xie naturally agreed. The three of them chatted for a while, then An Zizai took Wu Xie and left.
An Xin watched their backs, her heart full of emotion.
She knew Wu Xie's journey would not be easy, and she had also entertained the thought of changing his fate. But the moment that thought arose, she saw his other lines of destiny.
No matter how it changed, Wu Xie would face a calamity in the Underworld; only the form of that calamity would change.
She suddenly understood why her master, despite being so powerful, had never revealed fate's numbers to his disciples.
Destiny could be changed, but everyone had their own fixed measure.
As she held the Wushi Master Sword for longer and longer, whenever she sat in meditation each day, she could glimpse the future of every living being in the Wushi Realm. Vast amounts of information battered her; at first it made her deeply uncomfortable, but now it gradually gave her the feeling of comprehending the Dao.
Only after An Zizai and Wu Xie disappeared beyond the palace did she finally come back to herself.
"Master, where are you now? Why don't you even pick herbs anymore?"
An Xin muttered to herself, her tone carrying no small amount of resentment. She had not expected her master to open up the Wushi Realm and then vanish outright, leaving such a huge mess for her to handle. Now she barely had any time left to cultivate. Just like now—there were still disciples currently hurrying toward her Dao Palace.
Although she had no time to cultivate, the speed at which she grew stronger now was even faster than when she had cultivated bitterly before.
She was already close to reaching the realm of the Miaozhen