The old man who had taken a lash nodded slightly and said nothing more. Looking at the haughty girl before him, his eyes were filled with helplessness!
Meanwhile, a little girl riding a seven-colored divine deer also arrived in this part of the Great Wilderness. Looking at those who had been burned and plundered, her face was covered in tears. She glanced back at the white-bearded old man beside her and could not help pleading:
"Grandpa, could you save them? They look so pitiful. They don't even have homes here anymore!"
The old man standing beside her, with the bearing of an immortal, could not help smiling when he heard this.
He shook his head, looked at the little child beside him, and replied:
"My little ancestor, this is beyond me. I don't have the cultivation to save them!"
The well-behaved, sensible child looked saddened at his words. Gazing at the flames before her, she could not help murmuring a question:
"Then what realm would you need to cultivate to before you could save them? I don't want to see them die anymore."
The old man nodded. Looking at the corpses before him, he recalled:
"At least the Supreme realm, I'd say. Unfortunately, even becoming a god is difficult in our lower realm."
"Come on. At least there are treasures soaring into the sky in this Great Wilderness. Let's go in and have a look. We shouldn't waste time here!"
The saddened little girl nodded. Looking at the flames ahead, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Three days later, in Stone Village,
Ye Xingchen stood with his arms folded, his face full of helplessness as he watched the Bear Child running about before him. He casually glanced around, and seeing no one nearby, slowly approached