"So that's how it is..."
"Not too late."
"But not early, either."
"This era is nearing its end, too, and this time, it will be the final end."
A moment later.
The threads of time returned, and the phantom River of History dissipated.
Everything returned to normal.
Yuan Yu raised her head and looked first at Yang Ling. "When I first saw you, I thought some remnants of the Daoist Sect still survived. Now it seems it has been utterly erased from history."
"You needn't keep searching for answers. All the answers lie in the calamity to come."
"The Black Tide surges."
"In the near future, you will see it for yourself."
"And then you will understand."
Whatever she had seen in the River of History, she had identified exactly what Yang Ling was doing and implied that his efforts were meaningless, little more than a waste of time.
"The Black Tide?"
"As far as I know, that's the name of the first great calamity."
"What exactly happened?"
"If you're telling me not to look for answers, you should at least give me a few reasons, shouldn't you?"
Yang Ling spoke.
He had spent years searching.
Naturally, a few words weren't enough to send him on his way.
Besides.
They had just been fighting Yuan Yu to the death. Although she now seemed to have regained her awareness, that didn't make her trustworthy. In fact, Yang Ling was even warier of this seemingly normal Yuan Yu than he had been before.
An Old Zombie from ages past had risen from the dead.
No one could be so careless as to consider that normal, much less obey her every word.
That was bullshit.
"The first great calamity?" Yuan Yu said softly. "There was never a first, second, or third. Every great