A Land Sinks, and the World Is Stunned

"So, the Eastern Archipelago will gradually sink beneath the sea within ten years?"

Zhao Fangxu lowered his voice to an extremely deep murmur and asked cautiously.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded expressionlessly. "Yes."

Zhao Fangxu raised his head, his eyes burning with barely restrained emotion as he asked, "So, the volcanic eruption at the Eastern Archipelago's highest peak was merely an accident."

"Correct." Feng Zhenghao said with a perfectly straight face, "An unfortunate accident indeed. Truly heartbreaking."

The Ten Elders at the meeting nodded in agreement, heaving sighs and lamenting, nearly laughing aloud.

"So, over a hundred million people in the Eastern Archipelago will leave their island nation over these ten years and migrate across the world." Zhao Fangxu's expression grew exceedingly peculiar. He paused before continuing, "And most will choose to integrate into the culturally similar East."

"Precisely!" One of the Ten Elders said sarcastically, "Isn't that exactly the ethnic integration they demanded nearly a century ago? Now Heaven has helped them achieve it. Shouldn't they be singing and dancing with joy?"

"Was it really Heaven?" Zhao Fangxu hesitated.

The Ten Elders either gazed at the sky or stared at the ground. He could guess all he liked; not one of them would make a peep.

"Heaven's will cannot be defied." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head. "Since ancient times, Heaven's lofty will has been difficult to fathom."

Since it was difficult to fathom, he might as well stop asking.

But could something like this really be treated as though it had never happened simply by not asking?!

Zhao Fangxu could only smile bitterly. After gathering his composure, he posed one final question to the Old Celestial Master and all the Ten Elders.

"Everyone, at my age, do you think I still have any hope of cultivating?"

The Ten Elders exchanged glances.