After thoroughly absorbing the illusion core.
The conversation between Fang Qiong and Xiang Liu came to an end.
Once he exited, Fang Qiong's face was grave. He repeated Xiang Liu's words without missing a beat to Ye Qiubai and the other two.
And in their hearts, storms were raging.
Ten thousand years ago, there was already some all-powerful being who foresaw today's events?
Mu Fusheng shook his head. "To predict ten thousand years ahead, that's just too crazy. With Master's cultivation, how could someone foresee things that far out?"
If it's not prophecy, then it must have been pre-arranged.
Only by planning step by step could something like this even happen.
But even so, it's all a bit too fantastical.
"Let's put that aside for now. This is something Master must be told about—let him decide; this is way beyond what we can interfere in." Netherworld King said seriously. "Right now, what we have to do is help the Lord of the Swamp."
