Hearing these words, Master Wang was evidently a bit caught off guard.
"Finished? What do you mean?"
"How would I specifically know? You're overestimating this humble Daoist."
Yin Lin shrugged and merely said:
"I just heard rumors, sitting in my position, I can communicate with people from the Immortal Realm. In short, all fellow cultivators over there are very pessimistic.
"Disaster may appear in a few decades, and everywhere in the Immortal Realm is actively preparing for war."
Wang Jixuan asked in confusion, "Is some great calamity descending on the world?"
"Great calamity? Probably, whether the calamity comes from Heaven or from humans, no one can say for certain."
Yin Lin's eyes were filled with some emotion:
"This poor Daoist has been stationed here for tens of thousands of years, witnessing the gradual collapse of the order of Heaven and Earth, the devils in human hearts stirring restlessly.
"This is also what I need to tell you next.
