"Star God Heaven's Heavenly Dao may seem powerful in your eyes, but in mine, it is no more than the skeleton of a Dao-Attaining Heaven. What is so difficult about scraping the bone to treat the wound?" I grinned, staring unblinkingly at the woman veiled in mist before me.
Star God Heaven was a polluted Heavenly Dao. From the outside, this place appeared harmonious, and the world guarded by Child Spirit seemed intact as well.
But that was a world viewed from the perspective of the Myriad Races.
Just as ants could not see the whole of humanity, Great Cosmic Heaven looking upon Great Luotian was merely a low-dimensional life-form looking upon a high-dimensional being. There was simply no common frame of reference for comparison.
And in Child Spirit's eyes, were the Myriad Races not also just a lump of rotten flesh?
Its own body was riddled with holes, breeding viruses. Carving out flesh and scraping bone was no less than saving itself.
From this, it was also clear that Void Ancestor was playing a game of enormous stakes. He had placed every Void Realm upon the chessboard, freely changing their positions and circumstances, intertwining bloodlines, even regardless of what kind of monster he himself might ultimately become.
To cling stubbornly to one's ways and maintain a human form was the instinct of every living being. Yet one was merely living, while the other was existing—seeking a compromise within eternity.
I could still understand Void Ancestor. After all, who could guarantee that the me in others' eyes was still me? As the supreme lord of the Void Realms, before low-dimensional life-forms, I too was nothing more than a commonplace universe.
So Void Ancestor might not have feared the spread of the virus at all. He might even have been anticipating