"Exactly—bear the Upper Realm upon your shoulders!"
The Soul Suppressing Pagoda's consciousness stirred, giving an affirmative answer.
Lin Xuan could not understand what any of this had to do with the Upper Realm.
But the Soul Suppressing Pagoda quickly followed with an explanation. "Future Chaos is reviving in the Upper Realm and needs to continuously strengthen itself. Though this is because of you, you and he do not yet share a profound connection."
"He can choose you as his spokesperson, but you are not his only option. You are simply the best choice at present."
"If you become Future Chaos's blade, he can protect the Upper Realm for you. A prospective Human Emperor need only receive a trace of Future Chaos's aid to truly step into the Human Emperor Venerable Rank and contend against that balance."
"The transition between old and new is bloody. Future Chaos could even use world destruction to strengthen himself, but if he did, he would have to leave this place of revival and take root anew. Present Chaos might then lock onto him, and he would merely be making a wedding dress for another."
"But if the critical moment arrives, Future Chaos will not hesitate in the slightest. Chaos has no emotions; it merely carries out the work of evolution."
"So there is nothing wrong with saying that you bear the Upper Realm upon your shoulders. The rise and fall of the Upper Realm can be said to rest upon a single thought of yours."
Lin Xuan's heart shook violently.
World destruction—what an utterly terrifying phrase. To Chaos, all things were but straw dogs; perhaps that was the most fitting way to describe its indifference.
Lin Xuan's thoughts were incomparably tangled, as though thunderclaps kept exploding in his mind.
Suddenly, his expression darkened. "Soul Suppressing