The long saber in Gu Qingshan's hand turned to ash and completely scattered in the wind.
The Holy Wish Tree gave up on summoning.
It vanished.
"Your Excellency, Holy Mage, what's going on?" the White Mountain King asked, his expression uneasy.
Gu Qingshan gave a bitter smile. "What appeared just now was a vicious ghost from the Yellow Springs. Someone tampered with your family's history. The moment anyone draws that sword, it summons those monsters and makes them their ally."
"What!" The King was horrified. Then, after a moment's thought, he said, "Does that mean there are many relics like this in the world, all part of the vicious ghosts' scheme?"
Gu Qingshan fell silent.
If they were merely relics, then even if they had to be cleared away little by little, they could eventually be dealt with.
What he feared was...
As he was thinking, rows of crimson small characters swiftly appeared in the void before him:
"You have discerned the true state of this world."
"Six Paths of Reincarnation may have something to say to you. Prepare yourself. Its will is descending—"
Everything around him faded away.
The world became a blank expanse.
Gu Qingshan stood amid the endless void and suddenly sensed a vast will.
It felt just like when he had once dealt with the wills of various worlds.
The difference was that, compared with those world wills, the will of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was far more vast and boundless—almost impossible to measure or fathom.
If he had to make a comparison, the fragmented world wills of the past were like flying insects and ants, while the will of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was like the endless starry sky.
Gradually, a thought surfaced in Gu Qingshan's mind.
He understood what the Six Paths