The two stood facing each other.
They had originally been chatting like friends, without the slightest hint of hostility.
But.
When the Prophet fell into an absolute disadvantage and even neared the Risk of Death, Mr. Zhiyi still made his choice.
No matter what.
They lived in the present, not the past.
"You've disappointed me."
"You can't save Him. You'll only drag yourself down with you."
The woman's voice turned cold and clear. Her echo rippled through the surroundings, making it impossible to determine her location. Not even a trace of her figure could be seen.
He was everywhere.
And yet, He left no trace.
"I have my path, and we have our path," Mr. Zhiyi said softly.
Invisible ripples surrounded Him.
The scenery around them grew somewhat hazy, though it could still be seen clearly. Only the colors had begun to shift toward a misty white. It was tranquil, peaceful, and serene, like sunlight on an early spring morning, or perhaps a breeze on a midsummer night.
Being within it.
Made one feel languidly comfortable all over, unable to resist the urge to stretch.
"Lord Shen."
Mr. Zhiyi spoke slowly.
"It seems the Nether Era did not suffer the severance of its inheritance as you claimed. You even know my name," the woman said calmly.
Suddenly.
One bubble after another appeared in the sky.
They looked like bubbles blown from soapy water, crystal clear and shimmering with enchanting, hazy light.
The moment they appeared, the bubbles began to expand endlessly.
They soon became as numerous as the stars.
And as large as cities.
They connected with space, replacing the real world.
Layer upon layer, the large carrying the small, and even smaller ones within the small. Every bubble shimmered with scene after scene.
But upon closer observation.
It seemed