Saint Fansu glanced at Yun Hua and Ye Jinghan, who were making faces and laughing and fooling around over there, her expression indifferent.
After pondering for a moment, she spoke in an unhurried voice filled with authority: "Everything in this world has its own laws. If the Ninth Heaven truly collapses one day, then the time will simply have come."
"Besides, it isn't necessarily necessary to use her true form to repair it. There are other alternatives. For example, every fifty thousand years, everyone could work together to reinforce the barrier with divine power."
However, doing so would mean that they would lose tens of thousands of years' worth of divine power each time they reinforced it.
In the end, everyone was selfish. Whenever their own interests were harmed, they began finding all sorts of excuses to shirk responsibility.
The Yun Hua of the past had merely been a stone with a little intelligence. She had not taken human form, and everyone had probably never expected that a stone like her could become human. Thus, they had used her without the slightest qualm.
Later, they simply grew accustomed to using her. Even if they felt a little guilty, they did not feel it very deeply.
She knew that, in truth, they might still resent her for spending so much energy and effort helping Yun Hua take human form.
But in her eyes, once something had gained intelligence, it was a spirit. They should not have been able to decide its purpose and life or death so arbitrarily.
However, she really had been too weak back then. She could only let others butcher her as they pleased. The strong preyed on the weak—that was the natural law of this world, and she could not interfere too much.
Moreover, she had damaged