"You?"
Chu Feng recognized him — it was the Prophecy Master.
"It's that old bastard! Chu Feng, kill him! If not for his nonsense prophecies, why would the
"All of this wouldn't have happened either," the Queen said indignantly.
"What are you doing here?" Chu Feng's sword-like brows furrowed as he asked coldly.
"Young friend Chu Feng, I know you bear a grudge against this old man, but I was forced into it. I've long been controlled by the Kong Heavenly Clan Master — he has leverage over me. If I didn't prophesy for him, I would have been ruined," the Prophecy Master said, his face full of remorse.
"What leverage?" Chu Feng asked.
"That..." The Prophecy Master hesitated, finding it difficult to speak.
"So it seems you've done some unspeakable things in the past," Chu Feng said with a cold laugh.
At a single glance, he could tell that the so-called leverage the Prophecy Master spoke of was likely some shady business that the Kong Heavenly Clan Master had gotten hold of.
"Sigh... mistakes made in my youth. I've regretted them ever since," the Prophecy Master said.
"You came all this way just to apologize to me?"
"Forget it. Leave — I won't kill you," Chu Feng said.
"I did come here to apologize to you, but there is also an important matter I wish to tell you," the Prophecy Master said.
"What important matter?" Chu Feng asked.
"Young friend Chu Feng, look." The Prophecy Master cradled the Prophecy Crystal Ball and walked up to Chu Feng.
"This is..." Seeing the Prophecy Crystal Ball in the master's hands, Chu Feng's gaze changed as well. He could see that within the crystal ball lay an entire world.
Certain places within that world were so familiar to him.
The Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm — the world inside the Prophecy Crystal Ball was the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm.
But the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm within the crystal ball was a scene of devastation. Corpses lay strewn across the land, the earth was parched, all things had turned to ash, and even through the Prophecy Crystal Ball, Chu Feng could feel a suffocating wave of oppression pressing toward him.
"What is this?" Chu Feng asked.
"This is a prophecy I have just made. In the near future, a great catastrophe will befall the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm."
"This catastrophe will bring untold suffering. Not only will every living soul perish, but the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm itself will be left barren — not a single blade of grass will survive."
"And the one who can stop this catastrophe is right here," the Prophecy Master said.
"Who?" Chu Feng asked.
"The only living people here are the three of us. With my level of cultivation, it naturally isn't me."
"So if it isn't you, then it must be Lord
"One of you two can stop this catastrophe," the Prophecy Master said.
"Stop playing mystic and mysterious. I don't believe your bullshit prophecy," Chu Feng said.
"Young friend Chu Feng, I'm truly not lying to you. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe this Prophecy Crystal Ball. It was given to me by a divine being, and in all these years, its prophecies have never once been wrong."
"Young friend Chu Feng, you must believe me. You and Lord Ying Mingchao must prepare yourselves. Whether the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm can continue to exist depends on you," the Prophecy Master said.
"If you're so afraid of dying, then just flee to the Upper Realm," Chu Feng said mockingly.
At these words, a bitter smile tugged at the corners of the Prophecy Master's mouth. "I would love to go to the Great Thousand Upper Realm, but with my cultivation, I couldn't get there even if I wanted to."
"What a cowardly, life-clinging wretch. Get lost — now."
Chu Feng gave the Prophecy Master a dismissive glance. He realized that this Prophecy Master possessed none of the bearing one would expect of a true master.
He was nothing more than a selfish man. Even coming here to tell Chu Feng these things was motivated purely by his own fear of being dragged into the catastrophe.
This kind of person was the truest hypocrite.
"Young friend Chu Feng, I know you still hold misgivings toward me, but this old man truly means well. You must prepare yourself."
At this point, the Prophecy Master glanced once more at the drunken Ying Mingchao. "And you must tell Lord Ying Mingchao as well."
With those words, the Prophecy Master took to the sky, cradling the Prophecy Crystal Ball, and departed.
The Prophecy Master was gone, but Chu Feng sank into deep thought. He suddenly felt that the Prophecy Master's words did not sound like a lie.
A great catastrophe — what kind of catastrophe would it be?