Prophecies always came with uncertainty and a whole lot of riddles. Anyone who had sought a reading from Madame Xanadu should understand that. Even though she was among the best diviners around, her riddles usually were not too difficult.
To be honest, Su Ming still had not figured out where Madame Xanadu's upper limit lay.
Back then, she had used magic to contact Death and trade her dying life for eternal youth. By all rights, she should have been extremely powerful.
Yet now, whenever someone asked her to divine something, she would vaguely spout some circular nonsense. If pressed further, she would clutch her head, faint, or cough up blood, making everyone too embarrassed to keep asking.
Did revealing heavenly secrets truly bring backlash? Or was she deliberately putting on an act to avoid trouble? No one knew.
Doomsday Prophet Ezekiel was an exception. As the one who had once led the Jews to the Promised Land, the prophecy magic it specialized in was actually direction-finding. Whether one wanted to find a person or a place, it could point out a direction, and there were basically no riddles involved.
However, Ezekiel's prophetic guidance was not absolutely accurate, nor could it provide a specific place name. It could only tell you to go left or right, forward or back. In simple terms, it was more like a "bastard navigation app" than satellite positioning.
But if they wanted to find those Black-robed figures and the altered Goddess of Death, Ezekiel's ability might come in handy. It had said so itself: it was God's creation. Even if it was only a cockroach now, it was still a cockroach with connections to God.
God was indeed dead, but the other "parts of God" were still alive. So long as one of those things was