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Qian Zhongling fell silent for a long while before slowly rising to his feet. His towering figure looked somewhat blurred amid the splashing water. "Hmph, interesting. Looks like these old bones of mine will have to look at this sky from another angle."
He looked at Qian Xizi, regarding him almost as an equal for the first time. "Do as you suggested. Tell Fan Jin his mission has changed: keep his eyes wide open and his heart open, and go feel, go observe!"
"I want to know the source of this 'momentum,' where it flows, and... the laws governing its workings and any possible gaps!"
Qian Xizi answered gravely without the slightest hesitation. "Yes."
Once he truly realized that a "deity" might be exerting its power, that invisible pressure became exceptionally clear in his mind.
Qian Zhongling glanced at him, then turned his gaze back toward the plunging waterfall. "Xizi, remember: deities cannot easily descend to this world in their true forms."
"Our Spirit Hall, blessed by Angel's Glory, has stood firm on this continent for over ten thousand years. Our roots run deep, and our momentum is already established."
His tone shifted as he continued leisurely, "As for the gathering winds and clouds of this world, we need only watch. These past few years, the conflict between the Chen Clan and the Crimson Church has grown increasingly fierce. Both sides have suffered casualties, and their hatred will only deepen. Ideally..."
He paused meaningfully, then said with a chill in his voice, "Let them keep fighting. Better still if they drag out those things hidden behind them."
"Whether it is that unknown