Normally, the previous cycle of material proportions had already been adjusted.
Even while Nokron slept, the universe could still operate according to its original order.
But a man-made disaster like this had created a deformed cosmic environment, so he had to intervene again. Li Qing, however, merely gave a dry laugh.
"Atabia, I originally thought he had come to trust me completely. In reality, he only trusted me with a moved look on the surface, while secretly planning to make me work for free?"
Li Qing chuckled. "What a capitalist. He wants me to patrol the multidimensional universe and help him adjust the universe too."
The universe had been fine before. After all, there had only been one, so it was easy to manage.
Now you want me to rush from place to place?
Crossing through one universe after another and mobilizing the flow of matter in each one?
Impossible.
The universe was no longer made up of only one cosmos. Why should he continue to tend to it as carefully as before?
Since the order of a universe on a certain timeline had fallen into chaos, one could only say that its fate was poor. The universe that developed along that timeline deserved to become extinct.
The birth and destruction of the myriad universes formed a cycle of their own.
"What is nature? Let nature take its course."
Nokron stopped them from meddling and saving the worlds ravaged by gale disasters and flame calamities throughout this universe:
"A Saint without the Dao sits back and watches natural and man-made disasters. Even a Saint with the Dao meticulously governs birth, aging, illness, and death."
He stopped, reached out, and stroked the blazing glass window of a nearby world. The scorching Crystal Wall seared his hand, but he spoke calmly:
"Even