On the floating platform, True Person Yu Qing sat in the seat of honor. Wearing a warm, gracious smile, he spoke quietly with the elders beside him, nodding now and then and occasionally offering an appropriate chuckle. No one could have guessed that he had barely slept the night before.
Last night, after entertaining his distinguished guests, he had tried divination again. In his meditation chamber, he bathed, burned incense, and settled his mind, sinking his awareness into that chaotic void.
Yet, just as expected, he could see nothing. The Heavenly Dao had indeed withdrawn his power of divination.
The fragments he had once been able to glimpse were now nothing but a boundless expanse of white, concealing those "futures" completely. Unable to obtain any useful information, he stopped insisting and intended to check on Shen Yuxi instead. Just as he rose, Zhou Wan's message arrived.
Hearing that Shen Yuxi had awakened, he breathed a sigh of relief. But then Zhou Wan recounted the new prophecy, clearly and concisely.
The Penghai Sacred Land, a Spirit Treasure, the Nether Swan Hall, True Person Wuwang's failed transformation, half the cultivation world trapped...
After listening, True Person Yu Qing fell silent for a long time, his heart rising into his throat.
Indeed, this was far too momentous. With consequences so vast, he could hardly take it lightly.
He knew all too well how accurate Shen Yuxi's "prophecies" were. What had happened to True Person Yulan was the best proof.
A Spirit Treasure. A sacrifice. A trap capable of imprisoning half the cultivation world. Had the Nether Swan Hall gone mad? Did they not understand the consequences? How could they dare ignite another war, even openly opposing the entire cultivation world?
What gave them such confidence? Or had they truly fallen so far that