God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 701

"This is not alarmist talk. Our Moonfall Clan has inherited its legacy for so long, and the High Priestess’s predictions have never been wrong."

"Without the High Priestess’s divinations guiding us toward fortune and away from disaster, the Moonfall Clan would not have survived to this day."

"I summoned everyone here urgently not for you to question the High Priestess, but because I want us to unite our efforts and overcome this crisis together," Glacien replied, his voice awe-inspiring.

"I understand."

"Then did the High Priestess manage to glimpse the identity of this Star of Calamity from the heavenly secrets?" the Chief Commander asked.

"No." Glacien shook his head.

"If even the High Priestess couldn’t find this person, what should we do?"

"I will personally ask the previous High Priest to come out of seclusion to handle this later."

"But I called everyone here now because we have a new plan."

"The Star of Calamity has appeared, and our clan’s destiny has been affected."

"Meanwhile, Althea of the Riverborn Clan has obtained the Ultimate Inheritance. Our plans cannot be delayed any longer."

"Therefore, I have decided to tear up our past marriage contract with the Riverborn Clan and the agreement between our ancestors. Seven days from now, we force a crossing of the Glacier Rift Valley and launch an all-out offensive to annex them and their inheritance," Glacien declared.

"Clan Head, I feel this is inappropriate." The Fourth Elder, a beautiful mature woman, spoke up.

"The ones not honoring the marriage contract are the Riverborn Clan."

"The final deadline we gave them is two months from now. The other Ancient Clans are still watching from the sidelines."

"If we disregard our past agreements, tear up the contract ourselves, and forcefully swallow the Riverborn Clan, we will inevitably suffer the condemnation of the masses."

"The other Ancient Clans might join forces against us, posing a massive obstacle to our grand plan of unifying the White North Ice Field," the Fourth Elder argued.

"What you say is correct, but the Star of Calamity has appeared. These are extraordinary times."

"What meaning does reputation hold anymore?"

"People deceive each other for profit."

"All cultivators in this world commit unrighteous acts. Whose hands are clean of blood?"

"This time, I would rather bear the infamy of a lifetime."

"We must end this quickly and take down the Riverborn Clan with the momentum of a thunderbolt."

"Who cares what the others say. As long as we win, we decide who is right and who is wrong, who is righteous and who is evil."

Glacien tapped the armrest of his chair, enunciating every word. His gaze was firm. His expression almost savage.

"The Star of Calamity has appeared, and our clan’s destiny has become treacherous and unpredictable."

"Taking down the Riverborn Clan first is the only way to set our minds at ease."

"Once that’s done, we mobilize the entire clan’s strength to hunt down that Star of Calamity."

"Exactly. Take down the Riverborn Clan first."

"To hell with reputation. Only the survivors have the right to speak."

"Once we unify the White North Ice Field, who would dare say no to our Moonfall Clan?"

"I agree."

Nearly everyone in the hall sided with Glacien.

The Fourth Elder sighed and said nothing more.

"Since everyone wants a swift victory, let us fight together. Let’s hope no accidents occur," she replied.

"Good. Everyone, make your preparations. Seven days from now, assemble at the Glacier Rift Valley," Glacien ordered.

"Understood." The unified response rang through the hall.

"During these seven days, I will ask the old High Priest to find this Star of Calamity."

"We will tear them into ten thousand pieces to comfort the spirit of Seventh Elder in heaven," Glacien added, steadying the burning desire for revenge that filled the room.

"No need to come ask this old man. I am already here."

A hoarse, muffled voice rang out.

Everyone turned. Outside the grand hall, a figure gradually became clear.

He wore a long robe alternating in red and black, engraved with patterns of stars.

His entire face was hidden beneath a hood, only a chin covered in gray-white beard visible.

He held a black-and-red staff and hobbled in slowly, each step labored, like a man with one foot in the grave.

In reality, he was a genuine Perfect Supreme with formidable divination arts.

He had served as the Moonfall Clan’s High Priest for three hundred years, living through four eras of the clan and assisting four Clan Heads. He had stepped down over a decade ago and passed the position to his disciple.

He had expected to spend his remaining days in peace. He never expected fate to bring a destined Star of Calamity to their doorstep.

His appearance plunged the entire hall into silence.

When the revered elder reached the center of the hall, everyone, led by Glacien, straightened their attire, cupped their hands, and bowed.

"Greetings, Elder Rylan."

"We greet Elder Rylan."

Rylan waved his hand and smiled.

"This old man stepped down long ago. I am nothing more than an inconspicuous little old man, a candle in the wind. There is no need for all of this."

"Elder Rylan’s words are incorrect."

"Without you, sir, how could our Moonfall Clan have experienced such stable development over the past three hundred years?" Glacien smiled.

"Elder Rylan, please sit here." Great Elder Wilford stood and offered his seat.

"There is no need. This old man did not come here to chat."

"I have already heard about the descent of the Star of Calamity. Last night, I entered seclusion to observe the celestial phenomena and peer into the heavenly secrets."

"Truly worthy of being a Star of Calamity capable of reversing the Moonfall Clan’s destiny. Last night, in order to divine its information, this old man nearly perished," Rylan replied, his tone heavy.

Everyone exchanged shocked glances.

It almost cost Elder Rylan his life?

Just how complex and heavy must this Star of Calamity’s fate be?

It was common knowledge that the art of peering into heavenly secrets required a price.

The stronger the person being divined, the more complex their fate, and the heavier the karma they bore, making them harder to predict and the price paid exponentially greater.