Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 170 - 149 Saint Relic

"How accurate are your predictions?"

Fang Cheng held the drawings in his hands, asking out of curiosity.

"It’s hard to generalize such predictions."

Lin Chuqiao replied with a tone that lacked confidence.

Then she went on to explain:

"There is no everlasting and unchanging law of development for anything in the world because there will always be variables that happen, no matter how insignificant they may seem, these variables can ultimately lead to vastly different outcomes."

"In statistics, this is known as the butterfly effect. Even with my foreknowledge, I am unable to see through all the darkness and chaos of the future."

"Generally speaking, the longer the prediction’s timeframe and the more targets involved, the greater the likelihood of distortion."

Fang Cheng smiled and pointed out her problem:

"This time you’re predicting about two organizations with immense power; the accuracy is negligible."

Lin Chuqiao’s lips tightened slightly as she spoke in a soft voice:

"My prediction was actually about you..."

Fang Cheng was taken aback upon hearing this.

He then lifted the drawing, examining it even more closely.

His gaze swept over all the figures in the painting, including the bodies lying on the ground and the people submerged in the sea.

However, due to the small size and simple sketching, he couldn’t find anyone who looked particularly like himself.

After inspecting the image, Fang Cheng couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing:

"Isn’t your drawing technique a bit too rough?"

Lin Chuqiao’s eyebrows raised slightly as she couldn’t help but retort:

"Not at all, I even took a semester of advanced studies in the art department at East Capital University."

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

After speaking, a faint blush spread across her face, and she added in a lower voice:

"Except for the first time, but that was mainly about me..."

Fang Cheng did not continue to discuss her level of artistic skill, instead, he pointed out a more crucial issue:

"You said your ability came from the True Thought Society. Wouldn’t that mean they also possess foreknowledge?"

"That’s why I can’t make heads or tails of the current situation."

Lin Chuqiao nodded, her expression turning solemn again:

"Moreover, they possess a Saint Relic that has unpredictable power. The best choice might be to stay out of it and just watch."

"Saint Relic?"

Hearing this term, Fang Cheng couldn’t help showing an even greater curiosity in his eyes.

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In a dimly lit cave, rows of torches were lit, illuminating the intricate passageways.

This place seemed to have been dug out and expanded, with many rooms resembling a subterranean palace still under development.

At the end of the connecting corridors, there was a huge cavern, half-natural, half-manmade.

There was a pyramidal altar made of volcanic rock in the center of the cave.

Dozens of steps led straight to the summit, which bore no images or statues for worship, but instead, a large white stele.

A group of people sat cross-legged in front of the altar, muttering words as if praying softly.

They were the high-ranking members of the Truth and Meditation Joint Practice, including the acting president Zheng Hongxin, the mentor Chen Jiandong, and others.

The stele’s design was particularly bizarre.

It seemed to be made by combining and fusing the fossils of various monstrous bones.

The edges were uneven, while the middle was polished smooth, yet there were no inscriptions.

As the voices of the congregation’s prayers echoed through the cave, several barely discernible characters faintly appeared on the bone stele.

"It’s appeared!"

Sitting in front of the sacrificial altar, the high council of the True Thought Society suddenly let out a hushed exclamation.

Everyone immediately looked up in unison.

They saw the Truth Stele in front, emitting a dreamlike sapphire glow, as characters, one after another, startlingly appeared upon it:

"Beasts trapped in the River of Blood, you are all sinners stained with bloodshed, but do not despair even when engulfed by darkness, for a light shall eventually shine forth..."

After the words "a light shall eventually shine forth" the inscription abruptly stopped.

Seconds later, all the characters on the stele gradually faded, until they vanished like smoke.

The light dimmed, and a silence befell the assemblage.

Chen Jiandong gazed at the stele for a long while before he was the first to ask:

"Teacher, what does this mean?"

Zheng Hongxin furrowed his brows, pondering:

"Taken literally, it seems a bloody massacre might occur here, yet there also seems to be some variable..."

Upon hearing this, the hearts of the high council of the True Thought Society skipped a beat, visibly shaken.

A senior member immediately asked with uncertainty:

"The answers given by the Truth Stele before were very clear, why does it seem to speak in riddles this time?"

Zheng Hongxin’s face also carried an air of confusion, speculating:

"It has been 200 years, and the artifact weakens with each use; perhaps it’s nearing the end of its lifespan."

At this, he recalled the extraordinarily talented girl from two years ago and couldn’t help but feel a painful sting, his heart as if bleeding.

All present looked solemnly at the stele, which seemed to be made of white bones, and agreed wholeheartedly.

This artifact, known as the "Truth Stele," was crafted by the founder of the society with all his heart and soul, and it is where the spirit of all members of the True Thought Society converges.

Initially, it was not of this ashen white appearance but radiated dream-like dazzling blue light from top to bottom.

Now, the light emitted by the stele had become so faint that it was hardly noticeable unless looked at closely.

"We’ve already arranged the fishing team, the 200-year cyclical tide is upon us, and we shouldn’t expect a small harvest this time."

A relatively young senior member spoke with full confidence:

"As long as we integrate more Ancient Relics, the Truth Stele can continue for another 200 years without any problems."

This statement immediately restored the confidence of the other senior members, who nodded in agreement.

As discussions ensued, someone suddenly asked:

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

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongxin’s brow twitched, and he let out a cold huff:

"Just focus on your tasks, rest assured; with me here, whoever dares offend the True Thought Society will surely have a one-way journey!"

As he spoke, he exuded a formidable aura which commanded respect without anger.

Some of the older senior members couldn’t help but recall the awe-inspiring record of combat of this seemingly frail vice president.

Within the True Thought Society, only the whereabouts of the president, whose whereabouts were unknown, surpassed his combat prowess.

For many years, he has deliberately suppressed his strength, wishing to maintain a human body, hence appearing very low-key.

But the elders all knew that should the vice president fully unleash his powers, the aftermath would be truly terrifying.

After speaking, Zheng Hongxin stepped forward and with a light brush of his hand over the Truth Stele, a series of images flickered across its smooth surface.

They were images of people practicing meditation, including formal members of the True Thought Society as well as many tourists who had shown exceptional performance after attending meditation classes.

Zheng Hongxin observed intently for a moment, then instructed Chen Jiandong:

"Bring the newcomers here tomorrow for consecration, afterwards they can be arranged to attend the ritual ceremony."

"What about the others?"

Chen Jiandong stood at attention, inquiring.

Zheng Hongxin ordered in a stern voice:

"Since they are of no use, drive them all away to prevent the enemy from infiltrating and disturbing our normal order."

"Starting from tomorrow, cleanse the building, full lockdown!"