Huai Yin disdainfully said, "A mere diary, does it really have the right to prophesy about me?"
He found a broken stone pedestal to sit on, gazing at the desert caught in the wild storm, and softly spoke, "This desolate ruin hasn't seen rain in years, yet today it's drenched in torrential downpour."
The Think Tank glanced at the diary and read out the words, "Due to the passing of a great person, the world weeps. The Ancient God Realm has merged with Earth, gradually becoming a part of nature."
Huai Yin sneered again, "Playing God."
"You know, prophecies don't actually exist."
The Think Tank pointed to his brain, saying, "This so-called prophecy diary is actually just him calculating the future through his own deductions. It's amazing, isn't it? It's just like how The Order of the Hidden manipulates the world. Smart enough people can grasp the fate of the world through massive computations."
