Earlier?
Those words had already drained the color from Qin Yue's face.
Even earlier than the Great Cataclysm?
Several members of Hold Up the Heavens hadn't even been born then. Aside from Su Wuwei and Kou Ying, the others hadn't even been embryos. How could the [Withered Glory Theatre] have set its sights on them?
"A prophecy?"
The [King of Withering and Flourishing] shook his head. "The Calamity named [Fate] has had its godhead shattered. The predetermined future has vanished. No one can accurately predict the distant future."
At this point, the [King of Withering and Flourishing] had no intention of continuing. With so little information available, every word he said would seem like a riddle.
Saying more would only add to their troubles.
Qin Yue clearly understood this. Rather than speculate and agonize over something with no definite answer, he would be better off making the right judgment about what lay before him.
After careful consideration, Qin Yue finally nodded.
"Agreed, but as stipulated, you can only serve as honorary organizers. The Present World must control every detail, or we will cancel this Awakened League."
The [King of Withering and Flourishing] pondered for a few seconds, then nodded.
"Agreed. You will witness a flawless and profound performance."
Qin Yue rose and headed outside, leaving only one final sentence.
"Let's hope it isn't the opening act of a slaughter."
Watching Qin Yue leave, the [King of Withering and Flourishing] savored the quiet, seemingly talking to himself, yet also seeming to converse with someone.
"If you could wake up and see this play we've waited countless ages for, you would probably be happy.
"I thought we were ready and only needed to wait a while. I never imagined that wait would last countless epochs."
A savage, furious sneer curled the [King