Goddess revealed a highly dangerous aura. Her expression darkened; as her black hair fluttered, she raised a snow-white palm and nearly pressed it onto the eyeball.
After the Curse Beast fell silent, it made no further sound.
Wang Xuan felt as though this were unreal. He was no longer communicating with the vague consciousness produced by the Kill List's inherent rules, nor was he looking at the newly born True Saint roster and its text. Through it, he was conversing with the True Land.
For a long time, even Goddess had not known what had become of that region. It had seemingly split apart, but now it was certain that its main body was difficult to destroy.
Of course, this was also related to Goddess still lacking part of her important true spirit. If she were complete, she would be a Disaster Lord who had returned to truth five times. Looking across the Yang Nine Realm and Yin Six Realm, no one could stand against her!
"What is that old beast doing, cursing me? It seems rather weak." Wang Xuan stared at the eyeball passage on the paper. Some of the ripples spreading from it silently invaded him.
Yet they were useless. Once the light of his True King swept through, the supposedly terrifying fluctuations of will, curse-word patterns, and the like were like ice and snow meeting the Sun Furnace—instantly irradiated, illuminated, and evaporated clean away.
The interior of the eyeball passage returned to silence, with no new mysterious rules expanding outward.
"This is not instant communication. From what we can see now, we can converse once every forty years," Goddess said.
The eyeball passage had activated forty years ago, sending some information from this side over there. Only now had the information fluctuations from the other side arrived.