"Devastated?" Gu Mo asked. "How exactly would it be devastated? Could Mr. Ji explain in greater detail?"
Ji Wusuan said, "At most, this is all I can see. The scene I saw was Penglai Island covered in corpses, blood everywhere. I could see nothing else."
Zhang Daoyi immediately sneered, "You old fossil, you're no good after all. You're not even as capable as your disciple Shen Yao. Last year, when something happened to my Dragon Tiger Mountain, that boy could see it all clearly in advance."
Ji Wusuan shook his head and said, "What the hell do you know, you shameless old bastard? Are those situations remotely the same? How big a scene was your Dragon Tiger Mountain? And what kind of scene is Penglai Island? Not to mention that Penglai Island itself is the most mysterious place under heaven, filled with Qi Refiners and naturally shrouded in chaotic heavenly secrets. How many people would come when the island opened once every thirty years? That is where all the top figures in the world gather.
"Count it yourself. At your Dragon Tiger Mountain's Grand Heavenly Ritual, the people outside heavenly secrets were only you, Great Hero Gu, Gongsun Jue, Ling Xiao, and perhaps your senior brother Zhang Xisu. At most, five people.
"But what about Penglai Island? The Great Island Master, the Second Island Master, and beneath them, the Three Buddhas and Four Emperors—that was already nine people. Add experts from various countries, people like Great Hero Gu, Su Qianqiu, you, Sect Leader Qi, and so on. I won't count too many—there must be twenty, right? That means at least around thirty people outside heavenly secrets. How could I possibly manage that? With my life?"
Qi Tianchu, standing nearby, said, "Since you know this journey holds great danger, and you