"Jian Ancestor, this time it was indeed Shi Yin's fault, please reprimand Jian Ancestor."
Jiankong Realm, within the enormous temple, Poem Shadow Dao Saint faced an incredibly ancient tree, deeply self-reflecting.
"It's not your fault."
A vague wave of consciousness emanated from the ancient tree. This was merely a single thread of the Jianmu Will descending. Jianmu itself had long transformed into a vast cosmos; its will served as the source of the entire universe, managing an endless array of matters. To divide a thread to communicate with Poem Shadow Dao Saint was already rather rare.
Moreover, at the moment it transformed into the universe, Jianmu essentially ceased to exist, replaced by truly indifferent cosmic consciousness.
"Then about this Red Dust and Mie Xing..."
"No need to continue the investigation." A hazy yet profoundly solemn wave emerged from the ancient tree.
"Because... the disaster has arrived."
"Disaster?" Poem Shadow Dao Saint was taken aback.
