Chapter 4538: Unable to Predict

Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

“Senior?” Feng Jiu was slightly startled, her eyes betraying her surprise and concern. As far as she knew, Old Man Tianji rarely left the Sky Mountain, even when Mo Chen had disappeared, scattered between heaven and earth, Old Man Tianji had not shown himself. So why had he come now?

A vague sense of something unusual lingered in the air, and the moment her heart had calmed, it was once again lifted by his unexpected arrival.

Old Man Tianji floated down, stepping on his Immortal Artifact. His wise and weathered gaze fell on Xuanyuan Mo Ze, and a trace of pity flickered in his eyes. Looking up at the sky, now shrouded in gloom, he sighed softly under his breath.

“Why are you here, Senior? Is something wrong?” Feng Jiu asked, focusing her energy and glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Old Man Tianji stood beside her, his eyes still fixed on Xuanyuan Mo Ze. “I came to take a look,” he replied simply, not offering any further explanation. His gaze remained fixed on Xuanyuan Mo Ze, his expression inscrutable.

Feng Jiu’s heart tightened. She turned to him, her voice soft with worry, “Senior, do you think he will be able to advance smoothly?”

Old Man Tianji remained silent, his eyes steady as he observed.

“I didn’t prepare the medicinal pills for him, and I can’t even imagine what kind of tribulation he’ll face this time,” Feng Jiu murmured, a note of unease creeping into her voice.

At her words, Old Man Tianji sighed deeply, casting a brief glance at her. “Even if you had prepared the pills, it would be of little use. Sometimes, the will of heaven cannot be defied.”

Feng Jiu’s brow furrowed slightly, and her heart sank at his cryptic response. “Are you saying he won’t be able to pass this trial?”

Old Man Tianji’s gaze remained fixed ahead. His voice was calm, but carried an air of finality. “How his destiny unfolds, we will see in nine hundred and ninety-one days.”

His words were heavy, and he paused before continuing, “Sometimes, it’s not that a person does not want to survive, but rather that the heavens will not allow it. Cultivating immortality is a journey against the heavens. Each advancement is like stepping into the gates of hell, and for those seeking to reach the Supreme, it is no easy feat.”

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Feng Jiu’s face paled as she listened, her anxiety growing with each word. “In the past, there were always three lightning tribulations. Could this time… could it really be nine hundred and eighty-one?”

Her voice trembled as she thought of the previous lightning tribulation, which had been partially blocked, but still had left Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s robes singed. If it were truly nine hundred and eighty-one tribulations…

Old Man Tianji said nothing more, his gaze distant, lost in thought.

Feng Jiu’s face turned even paler as she watched the sky darken further. The powerful airflow and the oppressive pressure in the air only amplified her unease. She felt a desperate urge to act, to rush forward and stop this, but she knew that even if she tried, she could not interfere with his advancement now.

At this moment, there were only two possible outcomes: success, or failure–and the consequences of failure…

A shudder ran through her body as she dared not think of what that failure might bring. She couldn’t bear the thought of it.

Xuanyuan Mo Ze, in the midst of his advancement, remained unaware of everything around him. His focus was entirely on guiding the spirit energy and enduring the overwhelming force of the tribulation.

Feng Jiu took a few steps back, sitting down on a nearby rock. Her fists clenched tightly, her heart set with determination. “No matter what happens, I believe he will succeed!” she murmured firmly to herself, the weight of the situation pressing down on her, but her faith in him unwavering.