"...So, in the eyes of that big shot with time-related powers, the choice I make now is a crucial point that will determine the future?"
Wu Pifu sat cross-legged in the sky.
Just as Beelzebub had said, the black land below paid him no attention. Or rather, compared to the Primordial Evil's sheer scale, he was far too insignificant to merit its notice.
The Primordial Evil clung to the Dark Continent, and everywhere it passed became fungal threads and spores. Nothing else remained.
As Wu Pifu pondered his vow and restrictions, he asked, "Come to think of it, the Primordial Evil is causing this much destruction, yet this Transcendent World is simply tolerating it?"
Beelzebub landed at his waist and said, "This isn't destruction. It is 'nature.' It is completely different from the corruption and contamination of the roots. The traces left behind by the Primordial Evil are nature's choice. Although It has devoured countless lives in this Transcendent World, It has also left behind nature's gifts... To living beings like us, this may be an apocalyptic destruction. But to the vast Ancient Insect Realm, it is merely metabolism. Our perspectives differ. Once the Primordial Fungus returns to slumber, the natural traces It leaves behind will continue to evolve. In millions of years, this place may well become a natural ecosystem centered around mushrooms, spores, and mold. Do you understand?"
That was what made it truly terrifying.
Wu Pifu's Commoner title gave him absurd defenses within five steps, capable of weakening any attack after countless layers of evaluation. But it could not weaken the natural environment, much less this "nature" created by the Primordial Evil. He had experienced that before.
Most crucially, the difference in their scale was simply too vast. He could not inflict any theoretically effective attack upon