I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The headquarters of the astrology society, a secret underground room.

The candlelight flickered in the bronze lamps on the wall, casting a play of light and shadow throughout the space.

The old woman sat on the futon, her aged face appearing even more profound in the light and shadow.

Opposite her stood seven people dressed in very different ways.

The true power holders of the seven major global divination organizations: the Priests' Guild, the Spiritual Church, the Sorcerers' Guild, the Mediums' Circle, the Divine Word Order, the Shaman Temple, and the Nadiye.

"You've all arrived," came the old woman's voice.

The head of the priesthood was a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing a dark red robe.

He spoke first, his tone tinged with displeasure: "Star Granny, Isaac and the others have gone to Jiangnan City, which goes against our plans."

After a moment of silence, the old woman slowly said, "It's just another path to choose from."

"You don't have a high opinion of the Prophet?" the leader of the cult asked bluntly.

She was a thin old woman, holding a black wooden cane with a dark green gemstone inlaid at the top.

"The Prophet..." the Star Woman murmured, her gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight, "All I see in him is destruction."

Upon hearing this, all seven fell silent.

The air in the sealed room seemed to freeze, with only the faint crackling of the candlelight remaining.

After a long silence, the Shaman Temple Master spoke slowly: "The catastrophic weather events were all predicted by the prophet; we don't have much time left."

He was tall and burly, with dark red markings on his face, and his voice was deep and resonant like a drumbeat.

"That's right." The head priest nodded. "However, since the Star Goddess has made two preparations, we can't gamble everything."

The old woman chuckled self-deprecatingly: "If you choose to stand on both sides, you might end up with nothing."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the seven people. "Think it over carefully and make your own decision."

All seven people's eyes were focused on Star Granny.

They understood what she was saying.

This time, however, it's a matter of life and death, so these people have no choice but to take it seriously.

The Astrological Society sent Isaac to Jiangnan City, while the other seven families wanted to join the alliance.

Two paths, and no one knows which one will lead to survival.

"I choose the alliance," the priest council leader declared first.

"I also choose the Alliance." The leader of the cult nodded.

"The Alliance," the warlock leader said sparingly.

"The Alliance," the elder of the psychic circle said in a hoarse voice.

"An alliance," the guild master of the Divine Word Order echoed.

"The Alliance." — Shaman Temple Master.

Finally, Lord Nadiye whispered, "Alliance."

She paused, then added, "But I don't object to the astrology society's 'other path' either."

The old woman closed her eyes and said nothing.

She knew this would be the outcome.

The alliance has the prophet Chen Junjie, countless superhumans, and the massive war machine of the Dragon Kingdom.

Wang Wei, on the other hand, is a single person in a single field.

"Let's call it a day," said the old woman.

The seven people left one by one, leaving only Star Granny in the secret room.

The next day, they went to the capital.

The entire city was covered with thick snow, and as far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse of white.

The wind blades whistled across the magnificent city walls surrounding the city, leaving only faint white streaks.

These infrastructures, reinforced by superhumans, have defensive capabilities far exceeding those of reinforced concrete, and ordinary catastrophic weather events have no effect on them whatsoever.

On the city wall, several people with superpowers are stationed every hundred meters.

Braving the wind and snow, they warily scanned the distance.

Although the disaster has not yet struck, the alliance has clearly made preparations in advance under Chen Junjie's arrangement.

Now, all that remains is the awakening of a prosperous era, and the arrival of calamity.

And some people are also waiting—waiting for the countdown on the circular electronic screen in the underground city living area to end.

In the capital city, in an underground conference room.

More than a dozen senior alliance members gathered here, with people sitting on both sides of the long conference table.

Chen Junjie remains in first place.

Over this period of time, he has gained the recognition of most people.

He can directly mobilize both Alliance superhumans and the military.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Dewey said, "I called you all here today because the foreign superhumans want to rejoin the Alliance."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the military representative scoffed, "These superhumans withdrew from the alliance midway and each formed their own so-called Holy Covenant Church, Spirit Realm Society, Shiva Cult..."

He paused, then scoffed, "Oh, and there's this damned Sun Cult. Now that they know about the disaster, they want to join the alliance for protection. They're just after their money."

The others nodded silently in agreement.

Clearly, most people do not approve of foreign superhumans returning to the Alliance.

Dewey was unsure whether to continue or let everyone express their opinions directly.

He hesitated for a moment, but continued, "The reason why the overseas superhumans want to come back this time is because the overseas divination organizations, led by the Astrology Society, have also expressed their desire to join the alliance."

"Heh." The military representative sneered.

"Is it those eight divination organizations? When the cataclysm first started, we invited them to join the Awakened Alliance, and they all refused. Now they probably know we have prophets, so they're willing to come."

Dewey gave a wry smile.

It may sound harsh, but it's pretty much the truth.

But just then, Old Liu suddenly spoke:

"Everyone, this is a calamity for all humanity. The purpose of establishing the Global Alliance of Superpowered Individuals was to unite the world's strength to resist this catastrophe!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice firm and resonant:

"I think that since they want to rejoin, we should give them a chance. After all, a slight misstep could bring about the end of all human civilization. We must unite all forces that can be united!"

Old Liu slowly stood up:

"Initially, the league used a rotation system. Now that they're back, they must follow our orders!"

"Moreover, as a responsible major power, China has an obligation to lead all of humanity through this calamity! This is the true responsibility of a great power."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

A moment later, everyone except Old Liu looked at Chen Junjie.

Clearly, whether or not foreign superhumans are allowed to rejoin the alliance depends entirely on Chen Junjie's stance.

Old Liu watched this scene silently, then looked at Chen Junjie, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips: "Prophet, what do you think?"

Chen Junjie's gaze swept over everyone, and he said almost without hesitation, "Okay."

"Since the prophet agrees, then I have no objection."

I agree.

"agree."

Everyone voiced their opinions, their voices rising and falling.

Old Liu's gaze lingered on Chen Junjie's face for a moment before returning to his own.

Regardless, let's first unite all the superhumans in the world...

Building 1, Jinxiu Tiancheng Residential Complex, Jiangnan City.

Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Under the light, everything in the conference room of the capital city was clearly visible.

In his previous life, because of his prophecy, all the superhumans in the world joined the alliance very early on.

This time, although the alliance was still created, without the prophet, it had no cohesion whatsoever.

This also led to overseas individuals with superpowers dropping out midway and establishing their own superpower organizations.

Unexpectedly, because of Chen Junjie's appearance, the alliance is about to relive its former glory!

Wang Wei's gaze passed through the window and landed in the distance.

"That's fine too," he whispered. "The alliance is still the same alliance."

All my old friends are here.