"Okay, then I'll do the math!"

The Jiutian Immortal nodded, then opened his hands, and a small Bagua plate appeared in his hands. Then he closed his eyes and began to calculate with the small Bagua plate.

.......

Just when the Nine Heavens Immortal was calculating the secrets of heaven, in a dark bunker in a big city somewhere in the small world, a dying middle-aged man was holding a young man's hand, explaining something.

"Rui'er, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive this fourth Crimson Tide. And it won't happen in a moment, but... soon!"

The middle-aged man said with a weak breath.

"What!"

The young man's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he said reluctantly, "Dear, didn't you tell those city lords that we were absolutely sure we could survive this tidal wave? And didn't we find the Symbol of Hope?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said in despair, "The hope talisman has lost its power. It's useless!"

"The reason I kept this a secret from everyone was because I was afraid that if everyone knew, they would panic and lose their will to fight against the Crimson Tide. That would only hasten our demise!"

The middle-aged man revealed the reason why he had concealed the truth, and then said with some shame: "My clan has been exposed to the method of chain cultivation. In just a thousand years, it has become extremely prosperous and powerful."

"Four thousand years ago, the crimson tide began to appear. It erupts every thousand seconds. We relied on our human race's strength to hold on for the first three times, but each time the tide erupted, our numbers were decimated."

"But now... the population has dropped more than tenfold compared to a few years ago. I've been chosen as the King of Wancheng for over seventy years, but I've accomplished nothing. I feel so ashamed of the people of Wancheng!"

The middle-aged man sighed and wailed, then continued with a choked voice, "I have secretly transferred a group of the most talented young men from Wancheng, and then built an underground dark city forged with tens of thousands of high-quality talismans. You can hide in it with this last bit of fire, and perhaps you can still escape!"

"Dear, is there really no way out?"

Shao Ge asked in a sad voice.

"If... you can escape this disaster, go find a mysterious existence. That will be our only hope!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said.

"Dear, what is this mysterious existence?"

The young man heard that there was still hope, and asked excitedly.

"Immortal!"

The middle-aged man uttered a single word with reverence in his eyes. Seeing the young man's puzzled and curious expression, the middle-aged man explained, "This is a secret I discovered while searching for the Symbol of Hope."

"It turns out that our chain cultivation methods were all passed down by immortals. Even the methods of refining talismans were taken from some immortal inheritance. We can almost be said to be... descendants of immortals!"

"An immortal is an extremely powerful being, immortal and indestructible, who can suppress the heaven and earth. If we can find an immortal, we will be able to overcome all the dangers!"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man and said.

"Yeah, I understand, dear!"

The young master nodded, then said firmly: "Don't worry, dear, I will definitely find the immortal!"

Looking at the young man's resolute look, a trace of apology and pity flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

There were no immortals in the world; this was nothing but a vague legend, just like when his master passed on the position of King of Ten Thousand Cities to him, he told him that there was a talisman of hope in the world.

In order to find the symbol of hope, he had spared no effort and exhausted all his energy for more than seventy years, but in the end he found that all his hopes were illusions.

Telling them that there is false hope is just to give the younger generation a spiritual sustenance so that they will not despair.

"Okay, go ahead. I don't have much time left. I have some other things to prepare."

The middle-aged man waved his hand weakly and said.

"yes!"

The young man knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times solemnly to the middle-aged man, and then walked out with a determined look.