According to the memories read by that adopted son of yours, "A Bo" had neither good nor evil in its heart. It was a pure artist.
Yet after putting yourself in its shoes for a moment, you found that you could not identify with that artist's way of thinking. For instance, if a living being had never provoked you, you would not casually toy with its fate or permanently lock away its future.
But if that round cake came to the Light Dust Source Soup, it would remake the entire universe. Once the remaking was complete, it would even sever the path to immortality—once anyone broke through to the seventh realm and gained the power to damage the artwork, they would be singled out and killed.
For the living beings of a universe, that was quite despairing.
"That isn't a bad cake. Since it harbors no subjective malice, it could be called a natural disaster—or rather, a natural phenomenon."
Perhaps due to Bai He's earlier influence, your impression of "A Bo" was not overly terrible.
"Some of the universes it remodeled became exceptionally wonderful. Every living being, from the instant of birth, arrived at a shore that should only exist in the sweetest dreams. But some became hells of eternal sinking, where peace could never be found."
However, you felt relatively favorable toward those Cosmic Powerholders.
Their willingness to open the whitelist earlier had been a proactive expression of goodwill toward you. Now, the bond had grown even closer. As one side rose and the other fell, you naturally chose to stand with them.
At the very least... for several million trillion years, they had genuinely been working to make the Nine-Nine Boundary Heaven better, constantly making fine adjustments to its overall framework.
For example, those Boundary Heavens separated by