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"How accurate are your predictions?" Fang Cheng asked curiously, holding the painting with both hands.

"There's no way to generalize about the accuracy of these predictions," Lin Chuqiao replied, her tone slightly lacking confidence.

Then, she explained:

"Nothing in the world follows an eternally unchanging pattern of development, because there will always be variables that occur. Even if this variable is insignificant, it will eventually lead to vastly different results."

"In statistics, this is called the butterfly effect. Even with my precognitive abilities, I can't see through all the darkness and chaos of the future."

"Generally speaking, the longer the prediction time and the more target objects there are, the greater the chance of distortion."

Fang Cheng smiled and pointed out her problem:

"This time, you're predicting two powerful organizations, so the accuracy rate can be negligible."

Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips slightly and whispered:

"Actually, I was predicting you…"

Fang Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

Then, he raised the drawing and examined it more carefully.

His gaze swept over all the figures in the painting, including the corpses lying on the ground and the people sinking into the sea.

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

After looking at it, Fang Cheng couldn't help shaking his head and sighing:

"Your painting skills are too sloppy, aren't they?"

Lin Chuqiao raised her eyebrows and couldn't help retorting:

"No way, I even went to the Fine Arts Department of Dongdu University for a semester of advanced studies."

"It's just that every time I predict something about you, it seems to be interfered with, and I can never see the real scene clearly."

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

"Except for the first time, but that time it was mainly about myself…"

Fang Cheng did not continue to discuss her painting skills, but pointed out a more critical issue:

"You said that your ability comes from the Truth Society, so don't they also have precognitive abilities?"

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

Lin Chuqiao nodded, her expression returning to seriousness:

"Besides, they also possess a Saint's Relic, and their strength is difficult to predict. The best choice is to stay out of it and be a spectator."

"Saint's Relic?"

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

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Inside a dimly lit cave, rows of torches were lit, illuminating the interconnected tunnels.

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

At the end of the tunnels was a huge cavern, half natural and half man-made.

In the center of the cavern was an altar made of volcanic rock, in the shape of a trapezoid.

Dozens of steps led to the top, on which there was no statue for people to worship, but a huge white stone tablet.

A group of people sat cross-legged in front of the altar, chanting words, seemingly praying in a low voice.

They were all high-level members of the "Truth and Meditation Co-cultivation Society", including acting president Zheng Hongxin and instructor Chen Jiandong.

The shape of this stone tablet was particularly strange.

It seemed to be pieced together from various monster bone fossils.

The surroundings were uneven, and the middle was polished very smooth, but there were no inscriptions engraved on it.

As the sound of the crowd's prayers echoed in the cave, a few words suddenly faintly appeared on the white bone stone tablet.

They saw a dreamy blue light flashing on the front of the stone tablet, one word after another, appearing clearly on it:

"O imprisoned beasts hiding in the river of blood, you are all bloodstained sinners, but even if you are deeply trapped in darkness, do not despair, for there will eventually be a bright light to illuminate…"

It stopped abruptly after the words "bright light to illuminate".

After a few seconds, all the words on the stone tablet gradually faded until they disappeared like smoke.

The light dimmed, and everyone fell silent.

Chen Jiandong stared at the stone tablet for a long time before asking:

"Teacher, what does this mean?"

Zheng Hongxin frowned tightly and pondered:

"According to the literal interpretation, there will probably be a bloody massacre here, but there also seems to be some variables…"

The high-level members of the Truth Society were all startled and moved when they heard this.

A high-level cadre immediately asked in surprise and doubt:

"The answers given by the Truth Stone Tablet were very clear in the previous few times, why does it seem to be speaking in riddles this time?"

Zheng Hongxin's eyebrows also showed incomprehension, and he speculated:

"It has been 200 years, and the relic will be consumed every time it is used, and it may be nearing the end of its life."

Speaking of this, he thought of the gifted girl who appeared two years ago, and he couldn't help but feel a heartache, his heart was bleeding.

Everyone looked at the stone tablet made of white bones, and they all agreed.

This Saint's Relic, named "Truth Stone Tablet", was made by the first president at the cost of all his efforts, and it is also the spiritual sustenance of all Truth Society members.

At first, it was not this gray-white appearance, but it bloomed with a dreamy and dazzling blue light from top to bottom.

But now the light emitted by the stone tablet has become so weak that it can hardly be seen without careful observation.

"We have already arranged a fishing team, and the great tide of the 200-year cycle is coming, and this harvest should not be small."

A slightly younger high-level cadre seemed confident:

"As long as we integrate more ancient remains, it will not be a problem for the Truth Stone Tablet to maintain for another 200 years."

These words made the other high-level members regain their confidence and nodded in agreement.

During the discussion, someone suddenly asked:

"What should we do with the Noah organization in the last prophecy?"

Zheng Hongxin's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and he snorted coldly:

"You can rest assured and do your job. With me here, whoever dares to offend the Truth Society will definitely not return!"

In his words, he vaguely exuded an imposing manner.

Some of the older high-level cadres couldn't help but recall the glorious achievements of this seemingly old and frail vice president.

In the Truth Society, his combat power is second only to the president, whose whereabouts are unknown.

Over the years, he has deliberately suppressed his strength and appeared very low-key in order to maintain his human body as much as possible.

But the old people know how terrifying the vice president's strength will be once it is fully released.

After Zheng Hongxin finished speaking, he stepped forward, raised his hand and gently brushed the Truth Stone Tablet.

Then, a series of images flashed across the smooth surface of the stone tablet.

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

Zheng Hongxin stared at it for a moment, and then instructed Chen Jiandong:

"Bring the newcomers here tomorrow to receive baptism, and then you can arrange for them to participate in the festival."

"What about the others?"

Chen Jiandong stood by, waiting for orders, and asked.

Zheng Hongxin ordered in a deep voice:

"Since they are useless, then drive them all away, lest there be enemies mixed in and disrupt our normal order."

"Starting tomorrow, clean up the building and impose a full curfew!"