Yang Yong folded down his second finger.
"The second possibility is somewhere in the middle."
"The Whale Lord might split into several consciousnesses, and one of them would definitely be the consciousness he had back when he was still Little Goldfish."
"In that case, we'd still have room to maneuver."
He folded down his third finger.
His voice grew extremely grave.
"And the worst outcome is..."
"The Whale Lord will be devoured by the Eerie and completely transform into a great Eerie beyond comprehension."
"In that case..."
Yang Yong took a deep breath.
"If we're still inside the Whale Lord, we'll either be assimilated by him and become part of the Eerie, or..."
He did not finish.
But everyone understood.
Or they would die.
At those words, Mang Dabiao and Hu Xian'er fell silent too.
These two immortal spirits were usually quite knowledgeable and experienced.
But at this moment, they were both thinking about what they could do to escape their current death trap.
Yet no matter how much they thought, they had no leads.
Once again, Yang Yong felt it keenly.
He really needed a strategic main soul to help him.
He now felt that Cao Xianming's ability was certainly accurate.
But lately, every situation they had faced had been high-level, and each calculation took him quite a long time.
All sorts of unexpected situations were bound to arise in the future.
If they had to rely on Cao Xianming's ability every time, Cao Xianming probably would not live very long either.
From what Yang Yong understood, Cao Xianming's Data Master ability resembled divination, one of the five traditional arts: cultivation, medicine, destiny reading, physiognomy, and divination.
People who divined heaven's secrets generally suffered from the five afflictions and three deficiencies.
Although Cao Xianming had never said anything, Yang