Yun Wuhan's spectral form shimmered as the scene shifted once more, revealing a secluded celestial palace bathed in golden light.
"Nian Shi believes he has accounted for everything," Yun Wuhan said, his voice low. "He thinks the Primordial Gods are nothing more than vessels for his ascension. But he has forgotten one thing—life itself is unpredictable."
In the scene, Yun Wuhan stood beside Yun Wushuang, their expressions grave as they discussed their plan.
Yun Wushuang's emerald eyes gleamed with determination. "If we cannot defy him openly, then we must do so in secret."
Yun Wuhan nodded. "Our plan is simple. We will bear a child—one who exists beyond Nian Shi's calculations."
Yun Wushuang placed a hand on her abdomen, her expression softening. "A child born of our divine lineage, yet hidden from fate itself."
