Star Collision

In the Sacred Land's great hall, the final words fell, and the silence was so deep one could hear a needle drop. The twelve illusory figures all remained mute, sinking into silence because of Marquis of Knowing Fate's words.

After a long while, one Venerable originally from the Sacred Land finally spoke, saying seriously, "Marquis of Knowing Fate, if only one Withered Star strikes, what are the chances of successfully moving the star?"

"Fifty percent," Ning Chen answered honestly.

"What about three?" another Sacred Land Venerable asked.

"With every additional Withered Star that strikes, the odds increase by another twenty percent. If all three strike, the final chance of success will be at least ninety percent."

Ning Chen answered. The reason it was ninety percent rather than one hundred was because that final ten percent was Heaven's Will, something no one could foresee.

The two Sacred Land Venerables nodded and looked toward the two beside them. "Fellow cultivators, it is time to repay the Star Venerable's kindness to us."

The other two quietly agreed, their gazes as calm as clear water, as though they had merely made the simplest choice imaginable.

"I have said all that needed saying," Ning Chen said. "How you choose, each Venerable may consider carefully after returning."

"Thank you."

The four Sacred Land Venerables nodded in acknowledgment. They did not linger, offering a courteous salute before departing first.

Just before vanishing, one of them paused slightly. He looked at the remaining eight Venerables and said softly, "Compared to ordinary people, we have already lived several centuries longer. We all have descendants, disciples, even family. Sacrificing twelve people in exchange for the lives of our descendants and the countless billions of Tianfu's people is worth it. No matter how good another land may be, it can never