But...
Could the general trend truly not be changed?
A fierce determination surged in Hong Yun's heart.
Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin had learned of a glimpse, or fragment, of the future.
Yet they still dared to stake everything the Witch Clan had on trying to tie Hong Yun to their cause.
They wanted to change the future!
Was he, Hong Yun, really any less capable than the Ancestral Shamans?
"You can be cautious in your actions, but you can't be timid in your heart!"
Hong Yun couldn't help thinking to himself.
From becoming Dao Companions with Hou Tu,
to becoming the founder of both the internal and external paths of martial arts with Xuanming,
Hong Yun and the Witch Clan had long been closely bound together.
It wasn't as if simply lacking the title of the Thirteenth Ancestral Shaman would lessen their karmic ties by much.
"I've already changed so much. Am I really going to just watch the Ancestral Shamans die in the future tribulation?"
"If I don't even dare to become the Thirteenth Ancestral Shaman myself, what's the point of talking about changing the general trend?"
Hong Yun questioned himself.
If he refused Dijiang and the others' invitation to become the Thirteenth Ancestral Shaman because he was afraid of taking on the karma,
wouldn't that make him nothing but a coward who was all bluster?
It would also damage his relationship with the Witch Clan.
Little Sister Hou Tu would inevitably be heartbroken, too.
After all, Hong Yun had gained plenty of benefits from the Witch Clan by now!
If he agreed,
then even if the Witch Clan fell despite all his efforts,
his title as the Thirteenth Ancestral Shaman would give him a legitimate reason to gather the surviving Witches.
At worst, he could bring them all