As he said this, even the clan chief was somewhat astonished.
Ning Yi was an exceptionally polite child.
So anyone he called a friend could only be someone of his own age—someone whose realm was more or less on par with his.
An ant below the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm could actually see through Ning Yi's destiny at a glance?
That was rather inconceivable.
He himself was at the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, and even with the aid of an innate supreme treasure, he could only barely make out a rough outline.
Could a kid below the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm see more clearly than he could?
All he knew was that Ning Yi would face a death tribulation in the future.
Yet that boy had opened his mouth and directly named the Sixth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, pinpointing even the exact cultivation level.
That was simply too exaggerated.
"Clan Chief, is there a solution?"
Ning Yi did not believe Ye Lin's words from the bottom of his heart, but he could not disbelieve the clan chief.
In other words, it was true.
In the future, he was doomed to die.
He did not want to die.
His future was sainthood, was the Great Dao.
"Your origins are far from simple, and the karmic entanglements upon you are immense. If you wish to change your fate, there are only two methods."
The clan chief slowly raised a hand and held out two fingers before Ning Yi.
"Please tell me, Clan Chief."
Ning Yi cupped his fists in salute, then lowered his head.
"First, find a Saint to act. Have them shatter and reorganize your destiny, reshape your karma, and carve out a new path of destiny for you."
At those words, Ning Yi's heart died.
What difference was there between that