Chapter 1303

From Luo Shu’s last words, Ye Yu heard despair.

That was only natural. When you know something bad is about to happen, anyone’s first instinct is to try to stop it.

You make every preparation, thinking you can snuff it out in the bud—

and yet, by a twist of circumstance, the bad thing still unfolds according to the original script.

Faced with that, who wouldn’t feel powerless?

Ye Yu couldn’t help but sigh.

Dong Hongzhuo died on Bygone Mountain. It was something that already happened in history.

That proved it: no matter how you struggle, you cannot turn the wheel of history.

It also meant Luo Shu would be badly injured, and Tongtian Pavilion would inevitably decline.

Everything was foreordained.

Outside, who knew—but inside this secret realm, fate could not be reversed.

Seeing Ye Yu silent, Luo Shu’s gaze grew more complicated.

Just then, a god of Tongtian Pavilion flew in from outside, Dong Hongzhuo’s friend Wang Miao.

He knelt at the side-hall doors and cried out in grief and fury, “Great Saint, the one who killed Dong Hongzhuo was the Boundless Sea Alliance.

“A blood debt must be repaid in blood! Let us go to war!”

At that, Liu Yuenong’s face turned deathly pale.

She had already heard Ye Yu’s prophecy from Luo Shu.

It hit—every part of it hit.

Everything Ye Yu said had come true.

By that reckoning, the Great Saint would be grievously wounded, his cultivation falling to the bottom, and Tongtian Pavilion would slowly collapse.

At the thought, Liu Yuenong cried out, “No, we can’t go to war!”

“Why not? Do you not want to avenge Dong Hongzhuo? Or have you forgotten Tongtian Pavilion’s oath?”

Wang Miao smashed a fist into the floor. The stone slabs powdered.

At the words “Tongtian Pavilion’s oath,” Liu Yuenong fell silent.

Luo Shu strode forward.

“Tongtian Pavilion Oath, clause seventeen: If another kills our brothers-in-arms, regardless of strength, we must kill them. Even unto death, we do not retreat.”

Finishing the oath, Luo Shu reached Wang Miao and helped him up with a light touch.

Then he said, “Go tell the brothers this: I will not forget Tongtian Pavilion’s oath—and neither can you. Make ready. We go to war with the Boundless Sea Alliance. Not until death.”

Wang Miao’s eyes went blood-red. He turned and flew outside, rose above the central arena, and shouted into the sky, “Not until death!”

“Not until death!”

“Not until death!”

More and more voices of demon gods rang out.

Within Tongtian Pavilion, battle spirit surged.

But tears were already in Liu Yuenong’s eyes. Her voice shook. “Great Saint, you can’t do this. We cannot fight the god-race of the Boundless Sea. We will lose, the entire alliance will collapse, and even you...”

Though she didn’t finish, both Ye Yu and Luo Shu knew the end of that sentence.

Three days earlier, right here, Ye Yu had already said it all.

Grievously injured. Cultivation fallen to the bottom.

That end was long since decided.

Luo Shu gave a light laugh. “Of course I know this will collapse the alliance. But if I refuse to fight the Boundless Sea Alliance, will they spare us?”

“Besides, even if they did, the hearts of our people would scatter. We’d collapse faster.”

“Since fate can’t be reversed, rather than cower and hide, I’ll face it.”

“Injury isn’t death. I’ll be fine.”

Those carefree words made Liu Yuenong weep like rain.

Then Luo Shu looked to Ye Yu and spoke gravely. “If, three million years from now, you really become master of Tongtian Pavilion’s Divine Alliance, promise me you’ll do it well. Keep it alive as long as you can.”

“Even if you don’t want the position, don’t dissolve Tongtian Pavilion. Pass it to a demon god who will cherish it, all right?”

“This alliance is my life’s work.”

Ye Yu nodded. “Don’t worry. You will live—three million years from now, you and I will still be in Tongtian Pavilion.”

“Only, do you truly not want to try again? What if—”

Before Ye Yu could finish, Luo Shu waved him off. “There is no ‘what if,’ and there’s no need to try. This is the duty I should shoulder. Some things must be done by someone. Since I’m here, I’ll hold the line.”

With that said, Ye Yu had nothing more to add.

He could only watch as Luo Shu, with Liu Yuenong beside him, walked against the light.

They quickly gathered hundreds of demon gods of Tongtian Pavilion and swept east in a great host.

In that moment, Tongtian Pavilion lost its former clamor, as if it had returned to the scene three million years later—

silent and alone.

Ye Yu sat at the side-hall threshold and looked into the distance.

A white figure appeared all at once.

It was Bai Hong.

“Why didn’t you speak my name when the demon gods were gathering?”

Her tone was anxious, even faintly reproachful.

Ye Yu said nothing, only turned his head slightly toward her.

Bai Hong realized at once that she’d misspoken and hurried to amend it. “I mean—it was an excellent opportunity. Why not make use of it?”

“If you’d said it then, once more than half the demon gods remembered me, I could have sealed Luo Shu’s evil-thought incarnation again. You could have left this secret realm. Why not?”

Ye Yu shook his head. “I did think of it—but I didn’t dare gamble.”

“With hundreds of demon gods present, if the rule’s power still interfered and triggered spatial distortion, the entire secret realm might collapse outright—and you and I would die with it.”

“So we need a safer method.”

Bai Hong pondered briefly, then nodded. “That possibility exists. I overlooked it. Sorry.”

“But have you thought of a safer way?”

Ye Yu tipped his head back to the sky. “Not yet. Give me some time to think.”

Bai Hong offered a few words of encouragement and left.

Ye Yu sat at the side-hall door, eyes closed to rest, fingers tapping the floor in an erratic rhythm.

When he opened his eyes again, they were razor-sharp.

His dream-born talent, Heaven-Defying Comprehension, fully awakened—seeing through all things.