Jiang Yun gently stroked Tong Yue's hair, his movements soft and tender. His voice was low and magnetic, carrying endless gentleness and resolve.
"I understand what you mean."
"Then we'll do as you say. Rest assured, no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side. Those who seek to destroy peace and tranquility will receive the punishment they deserve."
His gaze turned toward the distance, already seeing the miserable ends awaiting those with ill intentions.
"This can indeed weed out a group of people. Those who can endure hardship together may stay; there's no need to bother with the rest. In the future, Sword Light will vanish, and the Grand Sacrifice will arrive. The Sea of Realms cannot be emptied out entirely."
Jiang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. A profound light flickered within them, as though he had seen through the tangled surface of things into the chaotic and variable future. Taking up the conversation, his voice remained low but carried an unquestionable firmness.
Though the Source World was vast enough to contain countless living beings, not everyone was qualified to receive its protection.
In the future, even if he intended to fall into darkness and follow that perilous, unknown plan to infiltrate the Underworld alone, the people of the Source World would still find it difficult to live peacefully through those long years.
They would have to hide like ghosts lurking in the dark, concealing themselves with utmost care and avoiding the Plateau's attention.
The Plateau was a sword of Damocles hanging above all living beings. Once it fixed its gaze upon them, utter destruction could follow.
Jiang Yun felt that the Source World might not necessarily escape the investigations of those Plateau Ancestors.
To prevent any unforeseen changes, those with unstable temperaments, those prone to causing trouble,