The earth trembled, and the blood moon's bewitching glow lent even the cold sweat on Nangong Qingya's forehead an eerie hue.
Possessing the power of "reincarnation," she had naturally experienced all manner of things, even back when she could only enter dreams involuntarily. As she had said, she had encountered Li Xinnian dying in all sorts of incidents. Within those periods, the world always developed in different ways—another form of "predicting the future."
Once, Li Xinnian had been all she cared about. Only after she and Li Xinnian had descendants did she turn more of this ability toward their lineage.
With their lineage now facing the Heavenly Dao, the Thirteen Ancient Sages, and the Heavenly Dao Prophet, she had naturally used this ability again.
"Impossible... impossible!"
Nangong Qingya stared blankly at her hands. After a brief hesitation, she looked toward the increasingly fierce battlefield, a glimmer of resolve flashing through her eyes.
This time, she nearly exhausted every scrap of magical power in her body, to the point that even her Dao Path trembled.
As her Great Dao sent ripples spreading in every direction, bewilderment flashed through her eyes once more.
"How could this be..."
Nangong Qingya's lips and teeth were deathly pale, because...
This was her fifth dream reincarnation, yet the ability that had never failed her had brought no change whatsoever to reality. She could not see the future. Everything she experienced was identical to reality, and everything she wished to do drew a warning from the Great Dao, as though telling her that if she continued, she would perish along with it—and that their destruction would be utterly meaningless.
"So nothing can turn the heavens back..."
Having exhausted all her magical power, Nangong Qingya slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud, gazing toward the distant