At the summit.
The fragrance of tea curled through the air.
Chen Changqing showed no surprise at Yang Lin's words, as though he had expected them all along.
He merely took a sip of tea, gently set down his cup, and said calmly:
"Mm..."
"Then tell us first what you saw in those visions of the future."
Seeing Chen Changqing's calm reaction, Yang Lin could not help swallowing.
As expected of Master!
He wouldn't even blink if the sky came crashing down... surely he already knew something!
And here I was, scared out of my wits by the scenes in the simulation. I nearly fell out of the clouds while using Sword Flight on the way here...
How could the gap between people be so vast?
"Out with it!"
The patriarch, Chen Haotian, could wait no longer and urged him on from beside them.
His heart felt like fifteen buckets being hauled from a well-seven rising, eight falling, with no moment of peace!
Yang Lin nodded. Not daring to hesitate any longer, he hurriedly began:
"Master, Patriarch!"
"Today, I simulated the future as usual..."
"At first, everything was fine."
"In the visions of the future, the various factions of the Great Desolate Realm were still fighting and killing over immortal opportunities. Everything was just as it is now. Nothing was unusual..."
At this point, Yang Lin's voice abruptly faltered!
"But suddenly-"
His voice began trembling uncontrollably:
"The sky in the vision turned blood-red!"
"Boundless blood clouds blotted out the sky over the entire Great Desolate Realm!"
"Then blood rained down!"
"That blood rain reeked so foully it stung the nose, rotting flesh wherever it touched. Billions of living beings looked up at the heavens, their wails filling the land!"
"The laws of the entire world began to mourn!"
"That mourning...