The path of souls had been designated as Adam Warlock's starting point by the higher powers. There was no questioning that.
Competition lay along the journey. Everyone was going west to obtain the scriptures: you took one road, I took another, pushing each other onward to see who reached the finish line first. The higher powers watched them fight and contend like a show, finding it quite entertaining.
But if you wanted to replace him at the starting point, locking Tang Sanzang inside the temple and refusing to let him set out for the scriptures, that was absolutely unacceptable! Did the higher powers not need to save face?
Which was more important, the Black Queen's path to godhood or the higher powers' dignity? The answer was obvious.
No truly high-level cosmic deity dared compete in the direction of souls. Even though that path was exceptionally smooth, they all chose to turn a blind eye to it. Daisy had obtained the Soul Stone, then thought better of it and returned it. Why? No one dared reach in that direction, for fear of making the higher powers uncomfortable.
Ignorant and fearless, the Black Queen had likely spent countless years analyzing the matter. Finding that no one had set foot on the path of souls and that its future prospects were extremely promising, she had ultimately chosen it. She probably believed she had found a shortcut and had said things on some mountain trail about Odin lacking foresight and Ancient One lacking wisdom.
The next second, Daisy canceled her battle stance. There was no need to fight this battle anymore. She took a brown trench coat from her spatial ring, buttoned it up, turned, and vanished from the battlefield.
On one hand, she did not want blood splashing all over her. On the