150: Chapter 150 Relics of the Saint

Chapter 150: Saints Relic

"How accurate are your predicted probabilities?"

Fang Cheng held the drawing with both hands to look at it, unable to help but ask curiously.

"This kind of prediction can't be generalized."

Lin Chuqiao's tone was slightly lacking in confidence as she replied.

Then, she explained further:

"There is no eternal and unchanging law of development for everything in the world because variables always occur. Even if a variable is utterly insignificant, it will ultimately lead to vastly different results."

"In statistics, this is called the butterfly effect. Even with my precognitive ability, I cannot see through all the dark Chaos of the future."

"Generally speaking, the longer the prediction timeframe and the more target subjects there are, the greater the probability of distortion."

Fang Cheng smiled and pointed out her issue:

"What you predicted this time are two powerful organizations, so the accuracy rate can be completely ignored."

Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips slightly and said softly:

"Actually, what I predicted was you..."

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

He then lifted the drawing paper and examined it more closely once again.

His gaze swept across all the figures in the drawing one by one, including the corpses lying on the ground and the people submerged in the sea.

However, because the size was too small and it was just a sketch, he couldn't find anyone who looked like him.

After looking at it, Fang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:

"Your drawing skills are a bit too sloppy, aren't they?"

Lin Chuqiao immediately raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but retort:

"No way! I specifically went to the Fine Arts Department of Dongdu University to study for a semester."

"It's just that every time I prophesy about you, it seems to be interfered with, and I can never see the true picture clearly."

After saying this, a faint blush appeared on her face, and she added in a low voice:

"Except for the first time, though that time was mainly related to myself..."

Fang Cheng did not continue to discuss her artistic skills, but instead pointed out a more crucial issue:

"You said your ability was obtained from the Zhenxiang Society. Doesn't that mean they also have precognitive abilities?"

"That's why I can't figure out the current situation."

Lin Chuqiao nodded, her expression turning solemn again:

"Besides, they also possess a Saints Relic, making their strength unpredictable. The best choice is to stay out of it and just be a spectator."

"Saints Relic?"

Hearing this term, Fang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but reveal more curiosity.

...

Inside the dimly lit cavern, rows of torches were lit, illuminating the pathways that branched out in all directions.

This place seemed to have been excavated and expanded, with many rooms, looking like an underground palace under development.

At the end of the connecting pathways was a massive, semi-natural, semi-artificial karst cave.

In the center of the cavern stood a trapezoidal altar built of volcanic rock.

Dozens of steps led straight to the top, where no deity statue was erected for worship, but rather a giant white stele.

A group of people sat cross-legged in front of the altar, muttering under their breath as if praying in low voices.

They were all high-ranking members of the Truth and Meditation Fellowship, including the acting president Zheng Hongxin, Instructor Chen Jiandong, and others.

And the shape of this stele appeared exceptionally bizarre.

It seemed to be pieced together and fused from various fossilized monster bones.

The edges were jagged and uneven, while the center was polished smooth, yet there were no inscriptions engraved on it.

As the sound of everyone's prayers echoed in the cavern, a few words suddenly and faintly emerged on the bone stele.

"It appeared!"

Among the high-ranking members of the Zhenxiang Society sitting in front of the altar, someone suddenly cried out in a low voice.

Everyone immediately looked up.

On the front of the stele, a dreamlike, eerie blue light flickered, and word by word, characters strikingly emerged upon it:

"O trapped beasts hiding in the River of Blood, you are all blood-stained sinners. But even if you are deep in darkness, do not despair, for a bright lamp will eventually be lit..."

After the words "bright lamp will eventually be lit", it stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later, all the writing on the stele gradually faded until it dissipated like smoke.

The light dimmed, and everyone fell into silence.

Instructor Chen Jiandong stared at the stele for a long while before being the first to ask:

"Teacher, what does this mean?"

Zheng Hongxin furrowed his brows tightly and said in contemplation:

"Judging by the literal meaning, a bloody massacre might take place here, but there also seem to be some variables..."

Hearing this, the hearts of the Zhenxiang Society's high-ranking members skipped a beat, and they were visibly shocked.

A high-ranking executive immediately asked in bewilderment:

"The answers given by the truth stele the previous few times were very clear. Why does it seem like it's playing riddles this time?"

Zheng Hongxin's brow also showed a look of confusion as he speculated:

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"Two hundred years have already passed, and the relic degrades with every use. Perhaps it is nearing the end of its lifespan."

Speaking of this, he thought of that exceptionally talented girl who appeared two years ago, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, his heart virtually bleeding.

Everyone stared at the stele that looked like it was made of bones, deeply agreeing.

This Saints Relic, named the "truth stele", was crafted by the first president with all his heart and soul, and it was also the spiritual anchor for all members of the Zhenxiang Society.

Originally, it was not off-white like this, but radiated a dreamlike, dazzling blue light from top to bottom.

But now, the light emitted by the stele had weakened to the point where it was barely noticeable unless one looked closely.

"We have already arranged the salvage team. With the arrival of the great tide of the 200-year Reincarnation, the harvest this time shouldn't be small."

A slightly younger high-ranking executive, however, appeared full of confidence:

"As long as we fuse more ancient remains, maintaining the truth stele for another 200 years won't be a problem at all."

These words immediately restored the confidence of the other executives, and they nodded in agreement one after another.

Amidst the discussion, someone suddenly asked:

"How should we deal with that Noah Organization from the last prophecy?"

Zheng Hongxin's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this, and he let out a cold snort:

"You just focus on doing your jobs. With me holding the fort here, whoever dares to offend the Zhenxiang Society will surely find no way back!"

As he spoke, an Aura of majesty without anger faintly emanated from his body.

Some of the older high-ranking executives couldn't help but recall the past illustrious battle achievements of this seemingly senile vice president.

Within the Zhenxiang Society, his combat strength was second only to the president, whose whereabouts were unknown.

For so many years, simply to maintain his human body as much as possible, he had deliberately suppressed his strength and kept a very low profile.

But the veterans all knew how terrifying the vice president's strength would be once it was fully unleashed.

After Zheng Hongxin finished speaking, he stepped forward and lightly brushed his hand over the truth stele.

Following that, scenes of images flashed across the smooth surface of the stele.

They were all people practicing Meditation, including official members of the Zhenxiang Society as well as many tourists who performed outstandingly after attending Meditation classes.

Zheng Hongxin narrowed his eyes to observe for a moment, then instructed Instructor Chen Jiandong:

"Bring the newcomers here tomorrow to receive their baptism, and then we can arrange for them to participate in the ceremony."

"What about the others?"

Instructor Chen Jiandong stood with his hands at his sides, waiting for orders, and asked.

Zheng Hongxin ordered in a low, heavy voice:

"Since they are of no use, drive them all away to prevent any enemies from sneaking in among them and disrupting our normal order."

"Starting tomorrow, clear the building and enforce full martial law!"