Who Permits Such Insolence

Facing the Qinghe Fu slaughtering wantonly in the Mother River, Li Qingyun did not act. He merely looked down calmly.

There was no real meaning in wiping out these Qinghe Fu.

The real Black and Gray World was boundless and unfathomably deep. No one knew how many corrupted Dao Lords it concealed; he could never kill them all.

If he acted today, it might seem that he could save some people. But when one thing moved, another followed. Once he made a move, more Eight Fruits corrupted monsters might emerge during next year's Clear River, and even the timing of their deployment would become harder to fathom.

No one could guess or see through Its temperament and thoughts.

Thus, Li Qingyun sat quietly in the Three Pure Ones Temple. In the face of the Qinghe Fu's ravages, he appeared utterly cold and indifferent, but in truth, he had no other choice.

Not moving was already the best course of action.

Those hundreds and thousands of wandering Dao Lords who died at the Qinghe Fu's hands met their own fate. Had they remained in the temples of the Ruin Eyes and not been lured by the calls from upstream, nothing would have happened to them.

Besides, when all was said and done, the meat was merely rotting in the pot.

All life, death, rise, and fall here were nothing more than the cycle of the great thousand worlds.

Without transcendence, this would be everyone's end sooner or later. It was only a matter of sooner or later.

Within the Mother River, more than a hundred terrifying corrupted monsters above Seven Fruits rapidly swept down from upstream.

Wherever they passed, not even chickens or dogs were left alive. Dao Lords, natives, desolate beasts, and all others who failed to flee in time