Lu Yin looked at the Main Sequence. "Aren't you afraid I won't lead you back?"
"If we had no guarantee of returning, why would we pursue the ancient rebels? We can return without a Divine Power Line." With that, the Main Sequence began traveling upstream along the Divine Power Line toward the ancient rebel point. Then it abruptly stopped and looked back toward Lu Yin. "How many ancient rebels are at this point?"
"Just one," Lu Yin replied coolly.
"Only one?"
"Most of the time, there's only one."
"I hope you're telling the truth. Otherwise, when I return, you'll die." Then it left.
Lu Yin watched it go. This time, he had no idea how things would turn out.
Every hundred years, there were four ancient rebel points. Three of them held only one fake ancient rebel each, planted there by him. Only one point gathered the ancient rebels from the other three. There might be three, two, or just one. ??
It all came down to who got unlucky.
But this Main Sequence would never know that this point really did hold only one ancient rebel—and that this ancient rebel might be no ordinary foe.
Lu Yin waited in silence. A long while passed, but nothing happened.
He continued waiting.
More time passed. Still, nothing happened.
Just as he was about to travel upstream and take a look, a tiny portal appeared inside the one connected to Zhi Zong, the portal the Main Sequence had used to leave. It came from the White Unknown. "Dao. Dead."
"Who?"
"Dao. Accepted a mandatory mission to hunt an ancient rebel. Killed in action."
Lu Yin's eyes narrowed. He turned to look at the Main River of Time. The creature had traveled upstream along that Divine Power Line. Could Dao have been that