It could not be spoken of, could not be thought of, could not be remembered.
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 one spoke that name and honorific title, its Dao image would emerge within one's divine soul, and traces of it would be left upon one's Dao Heart. Then one would become a fish in that being's pond.
Ye Wenshu knew clearly that existence was not someone she could casually speculate about.
Fishing across the myriad heavens, bringing calamity to the universe—that being possessed far too many methods.
But if this truly was that being's handiwork, did that not mean that every thought and idea of Bimou lay beneath that being's watchful eyes?
But if that were truly so, why would that being sit by and watch Bimou stir up trouble, 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 being's watch, then allowing Bimou to act freely had also been intentional.
Bimou wanted to escape that being's control, yet from beginning to end, he had never left that being's palm. Everything, all of it, was that being's indulgence.
Suddenly, Ye Wenshu raised her head to look at the sky. The heavens over Yang Province were clearly bright and cloudless for thousands of miles, yet she 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 ultimately just her wild imaginings. What she needed to do now was avoid clashing with Eastern Heaven Daoism while ensuring that the Shang Kingdom unified Jiuzhou World.
Bimou could assist her