The lord's mansion.
A gentle breeze swept by, and Merlin's body suddenly trembled.
He didn't know why things had turned out this way.
Merlin had been perplexed by the prophecy of fate lately, wanting to glimpse into the future shrouded in the mist of chaos, but he never expected he would pay such a heavy price!
All his magical cultivation was ruined, his eyes were completely blind, the eyeballs internally burst, leaving a blurry gray-white hue.
More terrifying was the future he glimpsed, like a shadow distressingly looming in the depths of his heart, making him recall an ancient saying 'Do not gaze upon the divine directly', all three of his prophecies involved entities at the Divine Level, with the latter two even concerning the war of heaven, the root of faith.
The dreadful backlash nearly pushed Merlin to the brink of death from severe injuries.
It's fortunate that his fate was tough enough and his strength substantial, otherwise, someone else might have died on the spot.
