Figuring that the other eight great sects' Mahayana cultivators probably used this same method, Pei Ling didn't ask any more about the immortal art. Instead, he sent another transmission: "Senior Huai Bu, I have one last question."
He paused, and his voice turned utterly serious. "Is the information passed down from the Upper Realm always accurate?"
As if he had heard Pei Ling's doubts, Huai Bu replied at once, "The Upper Realm's information is wrong only in extremely rare cases."
"After all, certain immortal offices can foresee some things..."
"You needn't worry!"
"Last time, the seed of the immortal path in the chess game was neither from my Human Race nor a cultivator of the Nine Sects. That was why the Upper Realm's prediction of the game's fortune and misfortune changed."
"This time, you were born among the Human Race under my Sacred Sect's rule, and you are also my Sacred Sect's Holy Son. You naturally inherit the fortune of my Human Race. The Upper Realm's prediction absolutely won't be wrong!"
Seeing how adamantly Patriarch Huai Bu spoke, Pei Ling secretly let out a sigh of relief. According to the recording at Jiuyi Mountain, the Fusheng Chess Game before last had been the Primordial War.
At the time, the seed of the immortal path had been Senior Heng Xie, who came from the Sacred Sect. After that chess game failed, the Primordial War should have continued according to the rules of the game.
Thus, in the recording, the last Fusheng Chess Game had been an omen of great misfortune.
However, that Fusheng Chess Game had ultimately ended in successful ascension.
The chess game of the Primordial War hadn't continued, nor had it been an omen of great misfortune.
Since the Upper Realm had already made a wrong prediction once, he