Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

Within Qingfeng Temple.

In the Council Hall, sandalwood smoke curled through the air.

The three Profound Mastery experts on guard sat in silence.

In the lead was an old Daoist, so gaunt he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over. This was none other than Yu Huayuan, an elder of supreme seniority within Qingfeng Temple.

His seniority even surpassed that of the Temple Master, Daoist Qingxu. He spent his years in seclusion and would never have appeared so readily if the situation were not dire.

Their purpose in staying behind was to guard against the Government Office creating a diversion to launch a surprise raid on Qingfeng Temple.

However, the news that had trickled in so far seemed to suggest their worries were somewhat excessive.

The main force of the Government Office had been deployed, marching in a great torrent straight for Golden Spring Mountain. It seemed they were determined to deal with Golden Spring Temple first.

"Has any new word come from the direction of Golden Spring Mountain?"

Yu Huayuan suddenly opened his half-closed eyes.

"Not yet, Grand-Uncle."

An elder with a gaunt face, seated below him, shook his head:

"We are no less than a hundred li from Golden Spring Mountain, so news from the battlefield is slow to arrive. However, with the Temple Master himself leading the reinforcements, and considering Golden Spring Temple’s century of history, deep foundations, and formidable Mountain Protection Array, the Government Office will find it difficult to gain any significant advantage, even with their superior numbers.

In this disciple’s humble opinion, the more likely outcome is that after a period of confrontation and attrition, both sides will take a step back, establish new boundaries, and lay down their arms."

Another, slightly younger-looking elder nodded in agreement:

"That’s right. There has always been friction between the Government Office and the Jianghu Sects, but in the past hundred years, they have never truly torn off all pretenses and fought to the death. At worst, it will just be a matter of compensating with some resources and conceding some benefits.

After all, with Dragon Tiger Mountain and Celestial Dragon Temple watching over our Qingfeng Temple and Golden Spring Temple, the Government Office has to be wary of the consequences. They will surely leave some room for negotiation."

In their minds, the Jianghu and the Government Office had long maintained a tacit understanding and a delicate balance.

This conflict was likely because Qingfeng Temple and Golden Spring Temple had been too aggressive lately, crossing the Government Office’s bottom line and provoking them into this grand display of pressure.

As long as they withstood this wave of pressure and displayed sufficient strength and a firm stance, what followed would be nothing more than squabbling at the negotiating table.

As Yu Huayuan listened to their analysis, his gaunt fingers tapped lightly on his knee, but his brow remained furrowed.

"That may be so, but we still cannot let our guard down. The Government Office’s actions this time are different. That new Inspector General, Chen Sheng, is ruthless and decisive—he is not someone to be trifled with.

We must still..."

Before he could finish his words of caution, his expression suddenly froze, his gaze shooting like lightning toward the sky outside the hall.

A faint but incredibly swift streak of brown light appeared, ignoring the defensive Restrictions around Qingfeng Temple. It passed straight through the main gate and, in an instant, was hovering above the main hall.

Yu Huayuan raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air. A gentle suction force pulled the streak of light into his palm.

The light faded, revealing a brown paper talisman with singed edges, its Spiritual Qi on the verge of dissipating.

At the same time, a faint yet incredibly clear Divine Sense message, filled with urgency and desperation, rang directly in his ears.

The message was extremely brief, but every word struck him like a clap of thunder.

All color instantly drained from Yu Huayuan’s face, which had been as placid as an old well and weathered by a century of trials. It was replaced by a look of utter disbelief, and the fingers holding the Spirit Talisman even trembled slightly.

"Grand-Uncle? What happened?"

Seeing this, Elder Qingqiu’s heart sank, and he quickly asked.

The other elder also shot to his feet, his face filled with shock and doubt.

They had never seen their Grand-Uncle, a man of extraordinary composure, wear such an expression.

Yu Huayuan slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

"This is a warning sent back by the Temple Master through sheer force, empowered by his own lifeblood and Divine Sense... He orders us to immediately abandon the temple, lead the disciples, scatter, and flee, without a moment’s delay!"

"What?!"

"Abandon the temple?! Flee?!"

The two elders looked as if they had been struck by lightning. Their faces turned deathly pale, and they cried out in shock.

"Could it be... Golden Spring Temple..."

Elder Qingqiu’s voice trembled as the worst possible premonition took root in his heart.

Unless they had met with a cataclysmic disaster, the Temple Master would never have issued such a hopeless command!

"The Temple Master’s message..."

Yu Huayuan’s voice was as heavy as if crushed by a colossal boulder:

"Golden Spring Temple... has been annihilated! The Government Office wasn’t just applying pressure. They were truly intent on wiping them out, root and branch. After destroying Golden Spring Temple, their forces... are now turning toward our Qingfeng Temple!"

"Has the Government Office gone mad?!"

"How dare they! Are they not afraid of enraging Celestial Dragon Temple and Dragon Tiger Mountain, and inviting their thunderous wrath?!"

The two elders sucked in a cold breath, feeling a chill shoot from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads, leaving them ice-cold all over.

Golden Spring Temple, annihilated?

The news itself was shocking enough, but for the Government Office to press their advantage and wipe out two sects in a row?

It simply overturned all their assumptions and expectations!

"Whatever the reason, for the Temple Master to send a message in this manner, he must be in a desperate situation. The news is beyond doubt!"

Yu Huayuan shot to his feet. At that moment, his gaunt frame emanated an unquestionable authority:

"Elder Wang!"

"I am here!" the slightly younger elder answered instinctively.

"Immediately gather all the True Disciples, especially the boy, Dao Ming. Have them take the copies of our sect’s inherited scriptures and vital resources. Evacuate in batches through the secret path behind the mountain. Split up, cover your tracks, and leave Ning’an Prefecture at full speed. Head straight for Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Remember, Dao Ming is the hope for rebuilding the lineage of our Qingfeng Temple. We absolutely cannot afford to lose him!"

Yu Huayuan spoke with extreme speed, yet his thoughts were perfectly clear. He had obviously already made his decision.

"Grand-Uncle, what about you? And the other disciples in the temple..."

Elder Wang asked urgently.

He understood that this meant abandoning the vast majority of the disciples.

"This poor Daoist will stay behind and command the Yin-Yang Clear Wind Array!"

Yu Huayuan’s tone was resolute as steel as his gaze swept across the empty hall: