Li Ling had only just severed his connection to the dreamscape when Mu Qingsi contacted him through a Communication Talisman, her voice full of concern. "Husband, are you all right?"
Li Ling steadied himself and said calmly, "I'm fine. Something just suddenly occurred to me."
After a moment's thought, he told her what he had seen while half asleep and half awake.
Mu Qingsi was quite astonished. She, too, had some understanding of the formidable abilities of mighty cultivators and the boundless mysteries of such paths as karma and fate.
Especially since Li Ling possessed an innate soul anomaly, his soul occupied an extraordinarily high standing, allowing him to sense the spirit of the Heavenly Dao in the unseen realm.
This was certainly no ordinary dream, but a warning born of sudden intuition, revealing a possibility along some timeline.
Li Ling reassured her, "Don't worry. This may just be the influence of certain schemes. Those mighty cultivators' methods are indeed unfathomable even to ghosts and gods, but precisely because of that, they won't specifically target us. Since we've already left the Mystic Continent and set foot on another path, we've severed the karma of contending for the realm as mortal princes and lords."
Mu Qingsi said, "That's true. A person has countless possibilities, but some of them conflict with one another."
Li Ling said, "Exactly. I've reached Core Formation now. At the very least, I won't die within a hundred years."
Although he had comforted his wife, Li Ling's own heart remained unsettled for a long time.
He faintly sensed traces of an invisible force interfering with his fate, and suddenly realized that unidentified forces had been driving his development from beginning to end.
This was both intentional and unintentional. It was quite possible that he had been caught in