Hao Ren had no idea whether his group counted as a disaster for the Dream Plane. Those people had enjoyed tens of thousands of years of peace, so why had trouble started cropping up one thing after another right after his group arrived...? Now even this perfectly intact Divine Cave might be ruined.
Of course, the cave itself might not be ruined, but that magical gate capable of identifying the Chosen Spirit definitely was: anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that the magic array above the cave had not opened normally. It had simply blasted a hole through the ceiling...
Vivian and Lily both looked up at the ceiling. Lily had read countless books and published enough works to fill a shelf, so her mind was full of scenes from stories: an ancient cave left behind by an immortal, filled with seals and a millennium-old prophecy before the immortal ascended to paradise, waiting for a destined successor to open the cave and inherit the legacy a thousand years later. That would have been perfectly fine by the standards of the local world—but then a bunch of aliens with completely mismatched aesthetics suddenly dropped in from nowhere, unleashed a huge BOOM far beyond the seals' tolerance, and blasted the cave open... Blasted it open... Opened it...
"You see, it's best not to mix two things with completely different aesthetics," Lily said, patting Hao Ren on the shoulder with the air of a veteran author. "Dropping a bunch of aliens into the Middle Ages must destroy so many myths..."
Her tone was quite serious, but it would have been even better if her tail had stopped wagging while she said it.
Hao Ren's eyebrows shot up. "How is this my fault?! If you want someone to blame, go blame those