Bai Yujun floated lazily and casually in the depths of the sea of magma, without meditating.
To Bai, meditation was merely a formality; thinking was the real work.
The stone lay in the sack Fat Tiger carried on his back. It would not be too late to slowly study it after repairing the world. Her earlier thought had only been a conjecture and needed to be verified against a star chart. Or perhaps the void's star chart was now different from what it had been billions of years ago. The endless celestial bodies and phenomena of the Cosmic Void were constantly changing, whether quickly or slowly. They might collide and shatter, or countless dust fragments might gather into new celestial bodies. They influenced one another; as celestial phenomena faded away, new wondrous phenomena were born.
Time watched all change, and countless changes gathered in the River of Time to become the past.
She shook off her jumbled thoughts and got seriously to work.
Above, while the cultivators gathered and traded guesses about the brazen little girl's origins, they suddenly noticed something strange. The spiritual energy's ongoing decline had slowed, a minute change. At the same time, that unknown and mysterious Dao intent diminished by the slightest thread.
The immortal cultivators and demon beasts outside hurriedly leaped into the deep pit and rushed toward the sea of magma. Cultivators who had been carving shallow pits into the cave walls to comprehend the Dao ended their cultivation and headed downward, except for a few who were at the critical moment of breakthrough.
In the underground sea of lava, great cultivators continuously emerged from openings in the vault and flew toward the black island.
Those who believed they had gained some insight into the Great Dao plunged into the depths of the lava