"Master of the Future?"
The ancient gods were all somewhat bewildered. Without thinking, they followed Ling Yangtian into the passage.
In an instant, the group crossed the barrier between yin and yang and arrived in a great hall.
Before the jade table high above, Shi Lan turned and sat down on the jade steps. Looking down at the group who had suddenly emerged from the Yellow Springs, she gently stroked Tian Bai's snow-white hair and spoke calmly:
"What should I call you? Ling Yu'an or Ling Yangtian?"
"It's just a name. Call me whatever you like." The golden-haired woman shook her head slightly, her expression calm.
"Then let me ask you something else."
Shi Lan gazed at Ling Yangtian, her eyes deep, containing the stars and vastness of the universe, as though they reflected all the worlds of heaven and earth. The most brilliant divine rainbows in the world surged within them:
"Which side are you on now?"
"If the Origin Heaven survives, everything that exists now will turn to bubbles. There will be no Ling Yang in the great universe." Ling Yangtian was brief and to the point. "I want to live. I don't want to die."
"Even if you help me, I can't let you live safely into the future. You should know that very well." Shi Lan didn't beat around the bush. She laid out the truth.
"At least I'll have a future."
Ling Yangtian didn't seem to mind. Her expression earnest, she said:
"I know you're preparing to wage war on Heaven, and that you need help. Give me a little more time, and I'll go with you. In exchange, let me carry my true spirit into reincarnation and grant me a future."
"What about them?" Shi Lan looked past Ling Yangtian at the ancient gods