"Shen Hong's future? In this century?" Li Xunbo said, dumbfounded.
"What else do you think we've been preparing for all these years? Do you really think that the calamity of Shen Hong is over?" Dao Ying's voice was ethereal and profound.
"But haven't we already endured the End of Dharma and opened up a new heaven?" Li Xunbo replied.
"Endured?" Dao Ying asked rhetorically, his tone mysterious, "Heh, in our era, what rebirth of spiritual energy? It's nothing but blood-sucking demonry..."
"Shen Hong has always been dying; it's just being postponed. Whether a new heaven can be opened depends on how we face the calamity in these hundred years."
"If the situation is good, then this dying world may truly revive from death and herald a new world."
"If it cannot get through... Well, I reckon it won't take tens of thousands of years before Shen Hong would've completely lost its spiritual power, turning into a barren wasteland of the End of Dharma!"
