With only a 98% chance, we have to take the risk

Cui Changsheng was dead, yet not entirely.

It wasn’t because he had left behind the Celestial Stone Stele as a failsafe, but because Chen Yi’s brutal method had frozen him at the brink of death’s abyss and then forcibly yanked him back!

One must understand that after attaining the Great Dao of Fate Bestowal, one became unaffected by the flow of time—only attacks governed by the laws of causality could inflict harm!

The cause was his interference with Chi Tian’s Dao, and the effect was Chi Tian refining him. He couldn’t evade the cause originating from Chi Tian, so being refined was an inevitable outcome.

Foreseeing this predetermined result, the only way to change it was to introduce an external force to break the deadlock—and Chen Yi was that force!

Unfortunately, Chen Yi arrived too late. Chi Tian’s speed far exceeded expectations. After being refined, Cui Changsheng’s true spirit could only drift along the river of time, helplessly watching as Chi Tian erased every trace of his existence until he vanished completely, leaving only the Celestial Stone Stele as his means of return.

Yet, against all odds, Chen Yi came!

Though late, he seemed even more monstrous—somehow withstanding Chi Tian’s pressure, forcibly extracting the refined remnants of Cui Changsheng’s Dao traces, overturning established causality, reversing the ancient annals, and rewriting the ending to bring him back!

Chen Yi, you…

Cui Changsheng’s emotions surged beyond words. This was utterly ruthless. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it possible—especially since this wasn’t even Chen Yi’s true self!

"Senior, I know you’re excited right now, but hold that thought. Focus on stabilizing your Dao traces first—I need your help!"

Chen Yi’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind. Cui Changsheng paused briefly before understanding dawned.

"You mean…?"

"Exactly that. We can’t let him escape. If he leaks even a hint, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Chen Yi’s response was resolute.

In a way, his thinking aligned with Chi Tian’s, but he was far more cautious. He would never allow his fate to be influenced by others—even if Chi Tian feared Wuji more.

Especially now, with the Violet Star Immortal Realm on the verge of ascending to the Celestial Immortal rank and gazing upon the myriad heavens, any instability had to be eradicated, no matter the cost!

"Chen Yi, I understand your urgency. But let’s not forget—he was once an existence who stood at the Immortal Emperor level. With just your avatar and me… can we really do it?" Cui Changsheng asked gravely.

"The success rate is only 98%. We’ll have to gamble!"

Cui Changsheng: "..."

After a moment, he sighed helplessly. "A 98% chance, and you still call it a gamble? Isn’t that being excessively cautious?"

Having roamed the Immortal Realm for centuries, rising from the lowest of black-mine slaves to become the ruler of the First Heaven and earning the title of Eternal Profound Immortal King, Cui Changsheng’s path was paved not just by effort and perseverance—but by gambling!

Every step was like treading on thin ice. Missing an opportunity meant stagnation, or worse, eternal ruin.

So, if the odds were 10%, he’d bet. At 30%, he’d go all in. At 50%, he’d stake everything!

And 98%? That was practically a guaranteed win!

Yet Chen Yi disagreed, his tone growing even graver. "Senior, we mustn’t underestimate this. A 98% success rate may seem high, but until victory is secured, the chance of failure is always 50-50!"

"Please take this seriously. A 98% chance isn’t high at all. Out of a hundred attempts, two fail. Out of ten thousand, two hundred fail. A hundred million attempts? Two million failures. What if we’re the unlucky ones? Acting on 98% is far too reckless!"

Huh.

At first, Cui Changsheng had thought Chen Yi was overly paranoid. But hearing it laid out like this… it made sense.

A 98% chance really wasn’t foolproof. Take Ling Xiao, for example—he who ruled the Nine Great Epochs, unrivaled in existence, near-omnipotent. In theory, he was invincible. Yet in the end, wasn’t he still toppled by Wuji?

Could it be said Ling Xiao was overconfident?

In theory, a Qi Refining cultivator had a one-in-a-billion chance of defeating a Nascent Soul cultivator. But who truly believed it possible?

Yet there were recorded instances of it happening!

So, a 98% success rate… really wasn’t safe.

Cui Changsheng convinced himself.

Back then, he had nothing to lose—just a worthless life to gamble with. Without betting, how else could he carve out a future?

But now, he was no longer alone. Any misstep could lead to irreversible consequences. Caution was necessary.

"Alright, Chen Yi. I get it. I’ll give it my all, without the slightest carelessness. What do you need me to do?"

"I’ve secretly altered the laws of this ancient annals and obscured Chi Tian’s perception. Once I strike, I won’t have attention to spare. So, I need you to contain the aftershocks of our clash—ensure none leak out."

"That’s it?"

Cui Changsheng was puzzled.

After all that buildup, he thought the task would be far heavier. But just standing guard and suppressing residual energy?

Chen Yi reaffirmed, "Exactly. This mission is critical. We need to establish a stronghold in the Immortal Realm, and this forgotten annals is the perfect location."

"Senior, we only get one shot at this. Surely you don’t want the Violet Star Immortal Realm to be left defenseless against future assaults from the Immortal Realm’s core?"

Cui Changsheng: "..."

He understood the logic, but… they were allies. Did Chen Yi really have to use the same tactics on him as he would on an enemy?

Chen Yi, you…

"Go ahead with full confidence. I’ve stabilized. Leave the rest to me."

With Cui Changsheng’s assurance, Chen Yi ceased hiding. His Dao Ancestor avatar manifested—twin halberds in hand, poised for battle.

In an instant, the ancient annals fell into absolute silence.