Beyond Zhanglin Great World.
Bai Yujun frowned and thought in silence. Her hair and sleeves drifted freely in zero gravity as she looked down from the darkness upon the vast land below. She patiently pondered and calculated; an absolutely silent environment was ideal for thinking.
It was certain that the hasty assault on Sky Pillar Mountain had greatly disrupted the plans of every faction.
The primordial wilderness was a complete mess, and all manner of traps and schemes had become half-cooked, underdone rice.
The key was that incomplete half-corpse.
It had gathered countless faith and thought powers across many worlds. After going to such enormous lengths for so many years, even Bai Yujun did not know what changes that half-corpse had undergone. Though she had no interest in gathering the incense offerings and thought power of mortals, mortal thoughts could indeed prove useful at certain times. For instance, they could exploit loopholes, gradually preventing the Blackwater corpse from being struck by heavenly lightning, allowing it to leave dead worlds behind without suffering backlash or rejection upon entering worlds brimming with life. And now, look—it was openly displayed in a divine hall.
She wondered what sort of deal those Saints had made with the one in hell. Were they really willing to help it recover and then divide up a slice of the cake?
Or were they creating something?
She rubbed her head. She could not fish any useful information out of the River of Time; they had covered things up too tightly.
Bai Yujun had an instinctive feeling that this thing was being made to deal with her. At the very least, she was one of its targets. There had to be something else as well. Those old fogies who hid their heads and showed their tails liked doing things