If she could Gaze into the Future, perhaps she would lose heart completely.
The more she saw, the easier it became to despair. Sometimes, Bai Yujun felt that perhaps she was hoping for that one escape among the forty-nine decreed by Heaven, placing her hopes on the final sliver of change, though she knew perfectly well in her heart that it was impossible.
Traveling day and night without rest, she reached Daoist Mountain at top speed and told the immortals of Chunyang Palace what had happened.
Chunyang Palace would pass the news on to the Daoist sects.
When she had devoured the desolate world, a chance coincidence had awakened her talent, allowing her to see a future that could not be changed.
Inside the tranquil immortal hall.
Water boiled in an earthen pot as Bai Yujun knelt and tasted her tea.
The warm tea slid down her throat, yet could not melt the chill knotted in her heart. Watching her master and the five Chunyang immortals hurry out, Bai Yujun knew they would meet a wall on this journey. Using nearly half the Primordial Immortal Realm as the foundation of an array sounded somewhat alarmist, let alone stirring the setting sun—such a thing had never been heard of.
An argument would inevitably break out.
The Chunyang immortals believed her, but others would remain doubtful.
That was only natural. Bai Yujun could understand it.
A deduction and judgment from an ordinary mortal, coupled with the belief of a dragon—it was still too unbelievable, too bizarre.
Unfortunately, Bai Yujun did not receive that final possibility.
Many Daoist masters doubted the great array at Hell Rift, but agreed to send people to investigate and study it.
She stayed for less than half a day before setting off again.
Before leaving, she did everything