"Of course, no matter how complex and shifting, it still requires a certain rule. The white of light color, the white of silk color—the principles within them are definitely not the same."
Baiyi left the embrace of the Rakshasa Ghost King without changing her expression, and asked:
"How is it for light color? How is it for silk color?"
"If the Eight Sceneries Palace pins down the Purple Extreme Yellow Diagram, measures the heavens and stabilizes the yuan, and stays stubborn to the end, my approach will be like seeking the white of silk color: we can only wash away the miscellaneous colors, extract them, and then paint with new colors. In that way, the preceding procedures are far too cumbersome, and the effect is not exceptionally good either. It would be better to find a blank piece of plain silk anew and paint over it—much like what you are thinking and plotting."
Bai Lian was silent for a moment. The Rakshasa Ghost King's meaning was very clear: she intended to forcibly cause the Blood Prison Ghost Manor, the Outer Domain of the Nine Heavens, and the True Realm to collide, shaking the foundations of the Heaven and Earth Law System. As for how many would die or how much destruction would be caused to the True Realm, none of that fell within her scope of consideration.
Anyway, in terms of stress resistance, the Blood Prison Ghost Manor—which had been tormented enough by such existences as the Primordial Chaos through countless kalpas—along with its hundreds of millions of demons, was far more resilient than this side of the True Realm.
To the Rakshasa Ghost King, as long as the influence of the shamanic gods could be thoroughly washed away and the believers could be maintained, it did not matter how