Reilo didn't do as the Dimensional Swordsman had expected. He neither agreed to do anything for Mandala Flower nor made any demands.
Just as Reilo had once said, to him, everything he was experiencing here and now, in this moment within the bizarre realm, was more precious than the so-called Nine Underworlds Crystal.
In other words, he had already obtained what he wanted.
Time passed.
"Why are you doing this?"
The Dimensional Swordsman held its sword in its right hand, the blade thrust into the ground. It had been sitting there for months, its head bowed, its white hair blowing in the wind. The faint ghost flames around it made it look like a ghost trapped in a defeated State of Mind.
"That seed clearly contains the Nine Underworlds Crystal. The Old Silkworm King and the Immortals are inside it."
"I know."
Reilo's answer remained as calm as ever, day after day.
"Don't worry. This won't last much longer."
Things unfolded exactly as Reilo had expected. The peaceful days didn't last long. After the Double Happiness Evil God, the Roaring Evil God, and the Happy-go-lucky Evil God, another group of visitors caught her attention.
They were two translucent creatures made of pure spiritual energy.
Their forms shifted constantly, like clusters of light woven from countless strands. Faced with these two powerful, unfamiliar, mysterious, yet utterly pure spiritual beings, the tree woman that Mandala Flower had become slowly opened her eyes. She idly toyed with the countless willow-like strands of hair behind her, then rose to her feet.
Reilo and the Dimensional Swordsman stared at the two without blinking.
Of course, they knew these were Superhumans.
But in later ages, rejected by the world's Law Power, they couldn't possibly appear in this form. They had to wear protective shells, or they