The Red-Clothed Little Girl probably knew what kind of place the Wizard Alliance was.
To be honest, it really was not a good destination.
One only had to look at the fates of the three Large Planes in the Surrounding Starfield that had joined the Wizard Alliance.
The Chris Civilization had been forcefully annihilated and suppressed. The Faceless One World had several of its Dominators removed. The Faelun Continent now resembled nothing more than an enslaved subsidiary plane of Wizard Civilization...
With that precedent, the Red-Clothed Woman naturally had no desire to join this damned Wizard Alliance.
The Red-Clothed Woman gave a dry laugh for a moment. Rather than directly answering Saine's solicitation, she stared at Saine's Faceless Mask for a while before abruptly changing the subject. "Master Ash True Spirit, have you already met Cthulhu?"
"Cthulhu?" Saine asked.
"That's right. The final generation of peak powerhouse in the history of Gray Mist Civilization. We are more accustomed to calling him the 'Old Rulers.'"
"That lord was truly extraordinary back then. With one hand, he mistified his own civilization."
"Some say that if one meets him, one can determine one's future Level-9 Path."
"A few others and I originally came here for this legend." The Red-Clothed Little Girl chuckled.
The Red-Clothed Little Girl's words plunged Saine into brief thought.
Mistified his own civilization with one hand? There was likely some misconception at work.
But historical truth itself was always passed down with enormous uncertainty.
Even Top-Level Civilizations with complete systems could develop deviations in the inheritance of knowledge or foundations, let alone a Top-Level Civilization that had already perished in history.
While Saine remained silent, the Red-Clothed Woman before him was also carefully observing him.
In fact, the conflict between the Red-Clothed Woman and Lilith years ago had likewise been