Supernatural Insight Eyes

"Mr. Ye, the teacher he..."

"Has he passed away?"

Mokado: "..."

With Mokado’s explanation, Ye Qiu understood the Prophet’s situation.

Since the Prophet had led the Earth’s lineage of Atlanteans back to their former planet, they found they were summoned back by a faction of Atlanteans on the brink of destruction.

Thus, Mokado followed the Prophet to fight for this faction, engaging in battle with the rebels who sought to destroy them.

Because the Prophet led the tribe to return, their strength increased significantly, rescuing a perilous situation. However, the rebels’ forces were too strong, even with the Prophet, the battle couldn’t be turned around immediately.

Moreover, the rebels were not passive; they too had a Prophet. Thus, the polarized Atlantean factions were led by two Prophets, clashing and fighting brutally.

Originally, Mokado’s side was achieving victory step by step, bringing hope for extinguishing the rebels.

But one day, the opponent sent a master to ambush the Prophet, severely injuring him, making him intermittently conscious and mostly asleep, plunging the promising situation into a quagmire once again.

The opponents realized that unless their Prophet was taken down, it would be difficult to eliminate all of them, hence targeting the Prophet directly.

Understanding the various encounters since the Prophet’s return, Ye Qiu felt quite sympathetic towards the other side; who would’ve thought that the peace-loving Prophet had to fight for the tribe, only to be assassinated, barely escaping death, and still alternating between good and bad condition.

They were originally the same tribe, having conflicts due to differing ideologies; one advocated invasion and expansion, the other favored peace and hated war, resulting in dispute, even division, forming the current situation.

Simply put, one is the war faction, and the other is the peace faction.

This reminded Ye Qiu of the Du Gu tribe, from another perspective, isn’t it similar to the Atlanteans?

It’s just that a once loyal Guardian turned into the war faction.

"Can you take me to meet the Prophet?" Ye Qiu asked.

Mokado didn’t refuse but said: "The teacher is sometimes conscious, sometimes comatose, his condition is not optimistic, I’m afraid that once you arrive, the teacher might still be unconscious."

"No matter, take me to see him," Ye Qiu said.

Thus, under Mokado’s guidance, Ye Qiu arrived at the Prophet’s room, with General Sevilla quietly standing behind Ye Qiu along with some high-ranking personnel.

The Prophet lay on the bed, with two women attending to and caring for him. Ye Qiu could feel that there were strong protectors hiding in the shadows, although their power wasn’t strong, they had reached the Saint level; besides himself, they were the strongest here.

For a race that relied on technological weapons, having a Saint-level existence surprised Ye Qiu, but this wasn’t the moment to consider these things, it was time to check on the Prophet’s situation.

Ye Qiu sat by the Prophet’s side, the guard in the shadows slightly moved, but did not attack, since Ye Qiu was brought in by Mokado and others, he wouldn’t attack easily.

Of course, even if he did, he wouldn’t be a match for Ye Qiu, because he didn’t know that Ye Qiu standing before him was far beyond his capability.

"Mr. Ye, do you have a way to solve the teacher’s problem?" Mokado asked with a hint of expectation.

Ye Qiu didn’t speak, but carefully examined the Prophet’s body, probing his internal condition.

After some time, Ye Qiu withdrew his gaze.

"Bring a basin of water."

Ah.

When Ye Qiu spoke, many didn’t react initially, but Mokado was the first to react, promptly instructing the servants, "Quick, go get a basin of water, did you hear?"

The servant hurried out to fetch water, Mokado asked with hope, "Can the teacher truly recover?"

He was aware of Ye Qiu’s prowess. Back then, the Prophet predicted that Ye Qiu was a person full of variables, someone he couldn’t completely foresee. Although at the time the Prophet predicted Ye Qiu would bring disaster to Earth, there was a phrase the Prophet didn’t say to outsiders but told Mokado specifically.

At that moment, the Prophet seriously evaluated Ye Qiu, saying Ye Qiu was not just Earth’s variable, but also the universe’s; his existence could perhaps change the universe’s path.

Such evaluations, Mokado couldn’t understand back then, but noticing Ye Qiu leaving Earth, appearing in the universe, even saving some of their tribe, Mokado recalled those words.

He knew then, Ye Qiu was a person with great capability, a miraculous individual.

He could transform decay into magic, make the impossible possible.

Perhaps, Ye Qiu really had a way to cure the teacher’s problem.

Quickly, a basin of water was brought over. Ye Qiu placed it in front of the bed, then made a cut on the Prophet’s finger with his nail, placing his palm against the Prophet’s forehead.

Time slowly passed.

The crowd watched as the original blue blood dripping from the Prophet’s hand turned black as soon as Ye Qiu pressed against the Prophet’s forehead.

The black blood increased, and the Prophet’s previously dark, dull complexion began to gain a touch of color and vitality.

His vigor gradually increased, even his originally grey hair started turning black, as if his youth was being restored.

Around him, Mokado, General Sevilla, and others watched the scene with amazement.

They did not know, the Prophet’s drastic change was not only due to Ye Qiu expelling toxins from the Prophet’s body but also because Ye Qiu was channeling energy into the Prophet.

With Ye Qiu’s current strength, he was close to the Dao Master level; his energy was immensely powerful.

If he wanted, his power could easily destroy a star field.

This was his current destructive potential.

But if such power were used to save someone, the effects would be equally impressive.

This also allowed the Prophet’s condition to quickly shift from dire to a healthier direction.

Soon, the Prophet’s complexion became rosy, looking better, even his clenched expression relaxes, his brows no longer furrowed, revealing a relieved smile.

"Mr. Ye, I’m alright now. Thank you."

Suddenly, the Prophet opened his eyes, his first words were thanking Ye Qiu.

"Teacher."

"Sir."

Seeing the Prophet sit up, Mokado and General Sevilla revealed joyful expressions; this was the first time in days the Prophet had been so spirited, so different from before.

"Haha, it seems you knew I would come save you," Ye Qiu said.

"Young Friend Ye, don’t forget, I am a Prophet, predicting the future. We have such a deep connection; my trouble and your appearance are destined."

"What if I were to kill you now?"

Prophet: "..."