"Mr. Bai, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my method?" Yan Zhiyan asked humbly.
"There's more than something wrong with it. There's a huge problem!"
"What problem?"
Uh...
Bai Ye's voice caught, but the next second, he had already figured out how to bluff his way through it.
"Without any bridge, the Forbidden Domain's contamination of reality is already this severe. Have you considered what would happen to reality once a Spirit Bridge is built?"
Yan Zhiyan frowned slightly. "The Spirit Bridge would become a channel for contamination from the Forbidden Domain? But Mr. Bai, the Spirit Bridge is only an idea that was just proposed. No one knows its specific effects after it is built. How can we conclude that it would worsen the contamination?"
I've fucking seen it!
Seeing Yan Zhiyan's stubborn expression, Bai Ye felt his anger rise. If a Spirit Bridge were built in an era of Transcendent Turmoil with contamination this severe, he would not need to keep living. He would die in the Forbidden Domain with a snap.
That might have been what he truly thought, but he could not say it outright.
Bai Ye's expression darkened. "Did you think I hadn't considered such a shallow method? I researched the Spirit Bridge long ago. I can tell you with absolute certainty that it would worsen the contamination.
"At the current level of contamination, once the Spirit Bridge is built, the world will inevitably be destroyed."
Yan Zhiyan froze. So Mr. Bai had thought of this method long ago and had even studied it specifically. No wonder he had come up with such an apt name in an instant.
"As expected of Mr. Bai."
For the moment, he abandoned the idea of building a Spirit Bridge and carefully