Chapter 101
Her expression at the moment was rather blank. Before the Great Ancestor left, he had looked at her with a warm smile and sent her a message through the use of his spiritual sense.
Zongying, to be honest, I have no idea how this war will end. While we Seers can briefly glance into the future, you should already know that the future is ever-changing. Our visions are simply not reliable, and they can only be used as a guide of sorts. We can tip-toe around the information we see and manipulate what we can to our advantage but in the end, nothing is absolute.
Yatong didn’t just come with his army this time, but people from the Upper World as well. With the Universal Will keeping an eye on them, they aren’t able to unleash their true cultivation bases but even so, they will be no less powerful than Yatong.
The situation is not looking too optimistic for us… but that is all the more reason why you should not lose hope. Too many variables have appeared. There is still a chance for us to turn this around.
However… if at any point we are on the precipice of losing this war or I’m gone, you must find Yueyin and escape at once. The two of you are far too important. The Mortal Desolate World is enormous, it shouldn’t be hard for someone like you and her to hide from the Graha. Journey to the Amber Soul Kingdom or if that isn’t possible, then find that lass in the Serene Yang Sect, she should be able to shelter you. There are also those two mysterious experts… no, forget it, for some reason, I don’t find them too reliable.
Zongying, you- sigh, you must take care. I’ll leave my soul artifact, the Stargaze Mirror with you, use it well to protect the disciples.
I will see you again.
Dong Zongying quietly listened to the message. When it came to an end, her vision unknowingly blurred as tears began to well up. This was obviously a farewell message. Toward the end, the Great Ancestor seems like he had so much he wanted to say, but pity, time was limited.
Dong Zongying looked into the distance, she was just barely able to make out that frail figure fighting for the fate of the world.