At the Bottom of the Deep Sea, the colossal beast corpse, as massive as a volcano, trembled slightly.
At the center of its savage face, hidden within the dark seawater, a single eye as huge as a Ferris wheel opened a crimson slit. Churning seawater spewed from its mouth, clearing all the seawater from its stomach.
It slowly floated up from the depths of the sea, like a submarine magnified countless times, moving slowly and silently along the ocean currents toward a certain destination.
"Does stopping this trigger mean we can stop that cataclysm?"
Inside the beast's stomach, Lin Qiye asked again.
Since the revival of this beast would become the trigger for a certain cataclysm, did that mean that as long as they stopped the beast's actions, they could prevent the cataclysm from occurring?
Merlin shifted his gaze away from the beast. His eyes were incomparably profound as he shook his head slightly. "Whether or not we stop this beast no longer matters. The root of the cataclysm is not here. If we cannot solve the problem at its source, it will all be in vain."
Merlin's words left Lin Qiye utterly confused. He realized that he could no longer keep up with Merlin's train of thought.
"Lord Merlin, did you foresee something?" Lin Qiye could not help asking as he looked into Merlin's eyes, where Star Marks flickered.
As the progenitor of prophecy, Merlin could peer into the tracks of fate. The past, present, and future could not escape his eyes.
"I have already seen seventy to eighty percent of fate's trajectory, and I more or less understand how everything began and ended." Merlin raised a hand and pointed at Yiyuan, embedded in the distant stomach wall. "But the owner of this blade changed the timeline, causing fate