That evening, Chen Hao lay alone on his back on the roof, gazing at the golden dome of the Sky Curtain overhead.
He took out his phone and sent Supreme Lord Lao a message. "Lao Jun, if the five elements power gathers and triggers the Heavenly Tribulation, is there any magical treasure that could save my life?"
Supreme Lord Lao said, "There are plenty. Any one I give you could shield you from the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. But if you want to use that power to cleanse your world, you won't be able to."
"Why?" Chen Hao asked, puzzled.
Supreme Lord Lao replied, "The immortal artifact I give you would cancel out all the terrifying energy of the Heavenly Tribulation. What power would be left to cleanse any world?"
Reading Supreme Lord Lao's reply, Chen Hao did not know whether to laugh or cry. This must have been what the ancients meant when they said you could not have it both ways.
With his current strength, Chen Hao would have no trouble protecting himself in this world even without the Sky Curtain. But beneath it, hundreds of millions of lives were waiting for him to save them.
At that moment, Chen Hao finally understood why so many heroes in ancient times had sacrificed their lives for a righteous cause.
While Chen Hao's thoughts wandered, Xiang Wencun suddenly jumped up onto the roof. "Qin Yumo came to see me just now."
Chen Hao sat up straight. "What did she want?"
Xiang Wencun smiled. "What else? It was about you, of course."
"You didn't tell her everything, did you?" Chen Hao asked with a frown.
"You're really underestimating me," Xiang Wencun said. "My lips are sealed. Nobody could pry them open."
"Yeah, right!"
After a little casual banter, Xiang Wencun