"An ominous premonition, perhaps someone wants my life again."
Qing Yu sat cross-legged in the Taiji Palace, speaking with great self-awareness.
Although the Heavenly Mechanism was chaotic, even powerful figures like Qing Yu and the Master of Heavenly Mechanism couldn't see clearly, yet they could still sense crises closely related to themselves.
Even though this premonition itself was quite vague, for Qing Yu to feel something ominous, it's probably yet another supreme adversary plotting against his life.
"Who could it be? The Dao Ancestor? Or those few from Daqian? Or perhaps the bald monks of the Buddhist sect?"
Honestly, aside from the Sword God and the Blade God, the rest were scheming elders unafraid of using underhanded tactics, and Qing Yu wasn't sure which of them might want to strike against him.
At the moment, the best odds would be with those few from Daqian. Mu Cangsheng, the Yama, and······
The Six Emperors.
