Zongdi nodded and said, "The possibility of death is high, maybe you will die immediately, or survive, or you may lose your cultivation and become a cripple, spending your life as a beggar at the mercy of others in a foreign land."
"All these possibilities exist."
Ling Tianyu heard this, picked up the incense, lit it, and offered it to the deity statue, gazing at his ancestors.
"Die? Everyone will die. As long as there are no accidents, everyone will live on. Even ordinary humans who live for a hundred years wish to live another day, so there is no alternative," Ling Tianyu said. "But if it really comes to that, I'm not afraid."
"My soul is immortal."
"There maybe hope."
"Ancestor, tell me how I should decide."
Zongdi explained the situation.
Ling Tianyu's expression changed when he heard it. They explicitly wanted him to go; they truly held him in high regard.
