Yu Ci had nothing much to say about Eight Sceneries Palace's approach.
The situation in the True Realm had already reached this point. Saving the countless trillions of living beings in the True Realm sounded easy enough, but how could it possibly be so simple?
Eight Sceneries Palace's calculations undoubtedly carried the suspicion of shifting responsibility elsewhere. Yet amid an irretrievable chaos, criticizing them too harshly would be mere affectation.
But when he thought of Yu Qing Xuan, of the Tai Xuan Demon Mother, and of those hundreds and thousands of Divine Path cultivators, a stifled gloom rose within him like dust-darkened haze, like overcast clouds, blanketing his heart and refusing to disperse for a long while.
Saint Xiao should have been able to guess some of his feelings. Yet his gaze remained tranquil, and he offered no excessive explanation, directly steering the topic toward practical matters:
"Heavenly Lord, what matters now is for our two sides to join hands and rebuild the system."
That was the plain truth.
Given the current situation, the foremost priority was undoubtedly for the newly reconstructed Profound Gate system to swiftly spread throughout the True Realm, replace the old shamanic divine system, and preserve the True Realm's basic structure.
If they were even slightly too slow, the impact of the system's collapse would accelerate and spread, creating a situation beyond all control.
Looking deeper still, the various sects, schools, and cultivators across the world had already been driven nearly to collapse by the demon calamity blanketing the entire realm. If they truly had a chance to escape the sea of suffering, they would naturally beg for it.
Yes, this avoided another layer of karma, and it was another round of merit without equal through the ages.
Saint Xiao was now offering to share it