Unspeakable, unthinkable, unrememberable.
In an instant, Ye Wenshu cut off her thoughts, not daring to think any further, not daring to let that name pass her lips.
Once she spoke that revered name and title, its Dao image would emerge within her divine soul, and traces of it would remain in her Dao Heart. Then, she herself would become a fish in that pond.
Ye Wenshu knew full well that existence was not someone she could casually speculate about.
Fishing across the heavens, bringing calamity to the cosmos—that one's methods were far too many.
But if this truly was that one's handiwork, did that not mean everything Bimou thought and planned lay beneath that one's very eyes?
Yet if that were truly the case, why would that one sit by and watch Bimou stir up wind and rain, allowing him to run wild?
As she pondered, Ye Wenshu suddenly felt a chill rise through her body. If all of Bimou's actions were under that one's watch, then allowing Bimou to act freely had also been intentional.
Bimou sought to escape that one's control, yet from beginning to end, he had never left that one's palm. Everything, all of it, was that one's indulgence.
Suddenly, Ye Wenshu raised her head to look at the sky. Yang Province's heavens were clearly bright and clear, cloudless for ten thousand miles, yet Ye Wenshu seemed to see a pair of smiling eyes measuring Yang Province.
"Phew."
She exhaled a breath of stale air and shook her head. All these thoughts were merely wild imaginings. What she needed to do now was avoid clashing with Eastern Heaven Daoism while ensuring that the Shang Kingdom unified Jiuzhou.
For that goal, Bimou could be of help to her. So she would simply let Bimou act as he