"And the feeling it gave me wasn't like it was merely the World Will. It was more like a fusion of the World Will and some kind of existence." Little Nine's voice continued to ring out.
"Like you?"
"Somewhat similar, but not the same."
"Then what exactly is it?"
"I don't know. And it has already disappeared. I don't know where it went, but most likely, it went to where you are. You need to be careful."
Lu Ye had never expected Little Nine to be this unreliable, but he also knew he could not blame it. Though it was a fusion of the Nine Provinces' World Will and an Artifact Spirit, capable of anything within the Nine Provinces, invading another world was the first time for both the present-day Nine Provinces and Little Nine.
No matter what it was, the first time would always be unfamiliar. Little Nine had already provided the Nine Provinces cultivators with every bit of help it could. Without it, the Nine Provinces cultivators could never have resisted this world's Heavenly Punishment. Without it, they could never have descended like divine soldiers from the heavens, blossoming across the Blood Refining World and battering the Blood Race until they had nowhere to hide.
It could be said that Little Nine deserved the greatest credit for how smoothly this battle had gone so far, with Lu Ye's various efforts coming only second.
So there was no way to demand too much of it. It was only that Little Nine had always given Lu Ye the impression of holding the reins of strategy, with everything under its control, making it hard not to feel that it was omnipotent.
But in truth, that had ultimately been an illusion. Little Nine was not truly omnipotent. It, too, had its oversights.