"Ah—!"
"My lord, please—please!"
"Hiss—! Ah—!"
In the depths far from the channel, amid endless chaos, shrill cries filled with agony rang out without pause, disturbing this place's eternal silence.
The voice belonged to the Great Dream Bodhisattva.
Yongye's cold, indifferent gaze sank toward the sound, piercing layer upon layer of chaos before landing on the figure that was constantly being torn apart and reassembled. There was not the slightest trace of pity in it.
Suddenly, the humanoid figure that had originally been motionless and frozen, resembling asphalt, began to move again, becoming animated.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A little punishment would've been enough, Yongye. There was no need to be so ruthless, was there?"
Beiku's voice overlapped in layer upon layer, making it impossible to discern his mood.
"However you look at it, Great Dream is still your trusted aide. He's followed you for countless ages."
Yongye withdrew his gaze, his voice no longer sluggish. It was cold and carried an absolute indifference.
"He overstepped."
Beiku shook his head, as though unable to bear watching, and moved his "gaze" away, turning to sit sideways.
Yongye no longer paid attention to Great Dream, either.
He looked back toward the channel, a trace of puzzlement in his voice.
"Since you don't want to fight, why didn't you inform Yun Heng that I had arrived?"
Beiku chuckled. "You think he doesn't know?"
"That fellow Yun Sheng is probably hiding nearby."
"For Yun Heng, your arrival isn't a secret."
Yongye was astonished. His divine sense then spread out like a tide, extending countless tens of thousands of miles in an instant. Chaos roiled, and the void trembled incessantly.
Unfortunately, after more than ten breaths, he found nothing at all.
"Don't waste your effort." Beiku's voice carried a trace of mockery. "If he were