Unsettled Divinations

The demon kings and demon guards remained on alert.

Lei Yunche exhaled a breath of turbid air and shook his head with a bitter smile...

Inside the Nether River Hall, the sacred land of the Demon Abyss.

The High Priest sat steadily in the main seat, her eyes closed as she rested, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.

As if Lei Yunche had never come, and was not still outside...

The Small Priest couldn't help but complain, "Sister, are we just going to let it go like this?"

The High Priest opened her eyes slightly and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Otherwise?"

The Small Priest pointed outside the hall and said crossly, "Who does Lei Yunche think he is? Coming and going as he pleases, treating our demon race as if we were nothing! Since when has our demon race been so lowly and incompetent?"

"We can't beat him," the High Priest said plainly.

The Small Priest said viciously, "If we can't beat him, we just don't fight? If we can't beat him, we just let him do as he pleases? I would rather die than live with such humiliation."

Hearing this, the High Priest opened her eyes. A cold light flashed deep within her deep blue eyes. Her voice, previously soft, turned into a sharp rebuke.

"Insolent!"

As if suppressed by their bloodline, the Small Priest's delicate body trembled. She stood rooted to the spot, silently lowering her eyes and wisely shutting her mouth.

The High Priest glared at her and lectured coldly, "Don't forget your status. Don't forget who you are. You are the Small Priest. You represent the entire demon race. How can you be so reckless and lacking in depth? To say such ignorant and ridiculous things?"

The Small Priest's eyes darted away...

"It's fine if you die, but don't drag our race down with you."

The Small Priest pouted, the corners of her eyes tinged with a faint red...

The High Priest continued her lecture, "We have endured for over four thousand years. What does a little grievance matter? Even if he had done something, let alone nothing, we would still have to endure it."

The Small Priest's voice was as quiet as a fly's buzz as she said unwillingly, "I'm just not convinced. Our race has already retreated to the Demon Abyss. Why must they still be so aggressive and humiliate us?"

Hearing this, the High Priest's gaze softened slightly, and she said patiently:

"Those who are not of our kind will always have different hearts. It's not just our race that thinks this way; humans are the same. If I were in their position, I'm afraid I would have been even more ruthless than the Wendao Sword Sect. So, this matter cannot be blamed on others; it is only because our race is weak and powerless."

The Small Priest remained silent, but from her attitude, it was clear she was still unconvinced.

"Do you know why he came today?" the High Priest asked unexpectedly.

The Small Priest was slightly taken aback and shook her head.

"Please enlighten me, Sister!"

The High Priest looked toward the east and said in a heavy voice, "The sky has changed color, and the foundations of the mountains are shifting. A battle must have broken out in the East Desolation, and by the looks of it, it's a significant one. He came because he feared our race would take this opportunity to strike out and throw the Northern Borders into chaos."

The Small Priest's eyes shifted as she asked, "Because of that auspicious beast?"

The High Priest shook her head and denied it. "No. It's because some people's time is coming. Before they die, they want to do something for the world to see."

The Small Priest only half-understood and asked in confusion:

"If the beasts of the East Desolation are truly fighting the Wendao Sword Sect, shouldn't we take action? It's been four thousand years. Haven't you been waiting for an opportunity to bring glory back to our race, Sister?"

The High Priest did not deny it, saying frankly, "It's true that I am waiting for an opportunity, but it is not now. I am waiting for the whole world to attack Wendao. Right now, it is only the East Desolation, and a crippled East Desolation at that. It cannot shake the foundations of the Wendao Sword Sect."

"Moreover, the more it is like this, the more we must remain calm."

Pausing, the High Priest looked at her sister dotingly and comforted her, "Don't worry, I promise you, the day we are waiting for will come very soon."

The Small Priest finally nodded, choosing to believe her.

"Mhm."

"Go and rest."

"Okay!"

After saying that, the Small Priest turned to leave. As she reached the hall doors, she suddenly stopped, looked back, and apologized, "Sister, I'm sorry. I was wrong just now."

A look of relief passed through the High Priest's eyes. She waved her hand without speaking.

The other understood and slowly left the Nether River Hall.

After the Small Priest left, the High Priest leaned back in her chair. She tilted her head back and looked at the glowing demon stones on the ceiling, the expression in her eyes flickering between light and dark.

Waiting was long.

Enduring was painful.

The future was blurred and uncertain.

She hadn't lied to her; the day they were waiting for was indeed approaching.

A thousand years in Fanzhou would surely bring a great upheaval.

But how it would turn out, she couldn't say.

She had performed divinations—three thousand hexagrams in a row—and every single one of them was an ill omen.

So...

She was afraid. She feared that when that day truly came, the demon race would end in her hands.

Yet she had thought long and hard about a way to break the deadlock, to no avail.

She murmured, "Wendao Sword Sect, Wendao Sword Sect... It's been ten thousand years. Li Taibai's blessing should be exhausted by now. But why... is my heart so uneasy?"