The ancients often said that Heavenly Secret must not be revealed.
After glimpsing his own future, Lu Youqi did not feel that everything was filled with hope.
During the years since the Abyss descended, he had long confirmed the Abyss's essence through all sorts of phenomena—despair.
The greater the gain, the greater the price.
The greater the hope, the greater the despair.
Though the future the Little Sprite saw was bright, unimaginable darkness was bound to lie beneath that light.
Knowing this "Heavenly Secret" in advance might not have been a good thing.
In contrast to Mo Ling's excitement, Lu Youqi felt a deep sense of worry.
"To reach the Abyss Bottom... but by what means would we get there? What price would we pay before arriving? And after we arrived, how would we return? Or... would we be unable to return at all?"
To Lu Youqi, the Abyss was more like a one-way road.
Just as someone who fell into a deep pit could no longer climb out, under the pull of "gravity," a person would only fall deeper and deeper before finally smashing heavily into the bottom.
They had ultimately arrived, but they were dead too.
Would this so-called "arrival" mean arriving unharmed?
Rather than strengthening Lu Youqi's resolve, the Little Sprite's prophecy left him with fresh confusion.
He had originally wanted to ask the Little Sprite for clarification, but when he considered that doing so might reveal even more Heavenly Secrets, he abandoned the thought.
It was better not to know everything...
Seeing that Lu Youqi did not seem particularly happy, the Little Sprite probably guessed what he was thinking. It drifted closer and comforted him. "The future I predict is not necessarily accurate. Just take it as something to listen to."
"What is the accuracy rate?"