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Chapter 150 Relics of the Saint

“How accurate are your predictions?”

Fang Cheng held the painting in both hands and looked at it, and asked curiously.

“You can’t generalize this kind of prediction.”

Lin Chuqiao's tone of voice sounded a little unconfident when she answered.

Then he explained:
“There is no eternal and unchanging law of development for everything in the world, because there are always variables that will happen, even if the variable is insignificant, it will eventually lead to very different results.”

"This is called the butterfly effect in statistics. Even with my foresight, I cannot foresee all the darkness and chaos of the future."

“Generally speaking, the longer the forecast period and the more objects you target, the greater the chance of distortion.”

Fang Cheng smiled and pointed out her problem:

"You predicted two powerful organizations this time. Your accuracy rate is negligible."

Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips and whispered softly:
“I actually predicted that it was you…”

Fang Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

Then he held up the drawing paper and examined it more carefully.

His eyes scanned all the characters in the painting one by one, including the corpses lying on the ground and the people sinking in the sea.

However, because the size was too small and it was a sketch, I never found anyone who looked like me.

After reading it, Fang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:
"Isn't your painting skill too sloppy?"

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

"No way, I went to the Department of Fine Arts at Toudou University for a semester."

"It's just that every time I predict something about you, it seems like something is interfering with me, and I can't see the real situation clearly."

After saying this, she blushed slightly and added in a low voice:
"Except for the first time, but that time was mainly related to me..."

Fang Cheng did not continue to discuss her painting skills, but pointed out a more critical issue:
"You said that your abilities came from true thoughts, so don't they also have the ability to predict the future?"

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

Lin Chuqiao nodded, his expression returning to a serious tone:

"Besides, they have a saint's relic, and their strength is hard to predict. The best option is to stay out of it and just be a spectator."

"Saint's relics?"

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

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In the dimly lit cave, rows of torches were lit, illuminating the corridors that stretched in all directions.

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

At the end of the corridor is a huge cave that is half natural and half artificial.

In the center of the cave there is an altar made of volcanic rock in the shape of a trapezoid.

Dozens of steps lead to the top, where there is no statue for people to worship, but a huge white stone tablet.

A group of people sat cross-legged in front of the altar, muttering something, as if they were praying in a low voice.

They are all senior members of the "Truth and Meditation Society", including acting president Zheng Hongxin, mentor Chen Jiandong and others.

The shape of this stone tablet is particularly strange.

It seems to be made up of various monster bone fossils spliced together and fused together.

The edges are uneven, but the middle is smooth, without any inscriptions.

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

"Appeared!"

Suddenly, someone from the Zhenxianghui high-ranking officials sitting in front of the altar exclaimed in a low voice. Everyone immediately looked up.

A dreamy blue light flashed on the front of the stone tablet, and one word after another appeared on it:
"You trapped beasts hiding in the river of blood, you are all bloodstained sinners, but even if you are trapped in the darkness, do not despair, because there will be a bright light eventually..."

After the four words "the bright lights are lit", it comes to an abrupt end.

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 while, then took the lead in asking:
"Teacher, what does this mean?"

Zheng Hongxin frowned and said thoughtfully:
"According to the literal meaning, there will probably be a bloody massacre here, but it seems there are some variables..."

I really want to think that when the senior executives heard this, their hearts skipped a beat and they were horrified.

A senior official immediately asked in doubt:

"The answers given by the Stele of Truth were very clear the last few times, but why is it like a riddle this time?"

Zheng Hongxin's brows were also filled with confusion, and he speculated:

"Two hundred years have passed. The relic wears out every time it is used. Perhaps it is nearing the end of its lifespan."

At this point, he thought of the gifted girl who had appeared two years ago, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh, and his heart was bleeding.

Everyone looked at the stone tablet that looked like it was made of bones and agreed with it.

This saint's relic, called the "Steel Tablet of Truth", was created with great effort by the first president, and is also the spiritual sustenance of all members of the True Association.

It was not grayish-white at first, but a dreamy and dazzling blue light bloomed from top to bottom.

But now the light emitted by the stone tablet is so weak that it cannot be seen without careful observation.

"We have arranged a fishing team. The 200-year-old tide is coming, so the harvest should be considerable."

A relatively young senior official seemed full of confidence:

"As long as we integrate more ancient remains, it won't be a problem for the Stele of Truth to last another 200 years."

These words immediately gave other senior executives confidence and they all nodded in agreement.

During the discussion, someone suddenly asked:
"How should we deal with the Noah organization in the last prophecy?"

Zheng Hongxin frowned when he heard this and snorted coldly:
"Just do your work without worry. I'm here to take care of you. Whoever dares to offend the True Association will be punished!"

As he spoke, he exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

Some older senior officials could not help but recall the glorious achievements of this seemingly old and frail vice president.

In the Shinxiang Society, his fighting 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 men all knew how terrifying the vice president’s power would be once it was fully unleashed.

After Zheng Hongxin finished speaking, he stepped forward and raised his hand to gently flick the tablet of truth.

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

They are all people who are practicing meditation. There are formal members of the Zhenxiang Club, as well as many tourists who have performed outstandingly after participating in meditation classes.

Zheng Hongxin stared at him for a moment, then instructed Chen Jiandong:
“Bring the newcomers here tomorrow to be baptized, and then we can arrange for them to participate in the ceremony.”

"What about the rest?"

Chen Jiandong asked, with his hands hanging down.

Zheng Hongxin ordered in a calm voice:

"Since it's useless, let's drive them all away to prevent any enemies from sneaking in and disrupting our normal order."

"Starting tomorrow, clear the building and impose martial law!"

(End of this chapter)