Ling Qing replied, "Within this court lies the most tangled and weighty web of mortal karma.
If you were human, like Empress Jiang or Noble Consort Huang, there would be no harm in involving yourself in it.
But you are a demon who borrowed a human body to infiltrate the palace. By nature, you already clash with the fortune of the human race.
If you entangle yourself too deeply in human karma as well, how could you possibly withdraw unscathed?
You must keep your goal firmly in mind and not be drawn astray by worldly things, passion, or desire.
Otherwise, once your mind is divided, do you truly possess the temperament to rein in the Heart Monkey and tether the Will Horse?"
"Yes, this little demon will remember the Daoist's words," the Nine-Tailed Fox said, bowing in submission.
Ling Qing said solemnly, "Third, Western Qi is destined to rise, and Cheng Tang is destined to fall. This is the fixed course of fate.
You must never, in a moment of reckless pride, attempt to defy Heaven and change your destiny."
He was saying this to the Nine-Tailed Fox, but he was also saying it to himself.
Minor currents of fate could be altered. With their patriarch backing them, no Sage would be willing to haggle too much over a few insignificant details.
But if one's mind were clouded by the tribulation and one foolishly dreamed of defying Heaven to change fate, overturning the settled outcome of Shang's fall and Zhou's rise, that would be no different from making an enemy of everyone.
The mandate of Heaven was clenched in the Sages' hands. No matter how wildly you thrashed about, how could you ever leap from a Sage's palm?
That was why Ling Qing warned the Nine-Tailed Fox never to attempt