"Heavenly Dao Consciousness?" Mo Yun was utterly bewildered.
This world actually had something like a Heavenly Dao Consciousness?
But Mo Yun soon understood.
His cultivation had already reached the Saint Realm, and he had gained preliminary control over some of the authority of heaven and earth. With a little focused perception, he could tell that the voice that had suddenly appeared in his mind truly was the so-called Heavenly Dao Consciousness, a mysterious embodiment of rules.
Slowly exhaling a stale breath and calming himself, Mo Yun asked with focused attention, "What do you need me to do for you?"
Although he wanted to resolve his doubts, if the Heavenly Dao Consciousness's request was too outrageous or difficult to carry out, he could only give up.
More importantly, he had a feeling that once his cultivation broke through to the Emperor Realm, these questions would resolve themselves like bamboo splitting beneath a blade.
After hearing Mo Yun's question, the somewhat mechanical voice rang out again. "My request is simple. Resolve this world's apocalyptic calamity for me."
Mo Yun: "..."
Hearing those words from the Heavenly Dao Consciousness, Mo Yun's face could not help twitching several times.
Just listen to that. Was that something a human would say?
Then again, this fellow really wasn't human.
Mo Yun had learned the general nature of the apocalyptic calamity from Orange Cat and Red Armor.
That thing simply could not be resisted through mortal effort. Even someone whose cultivation reached the Emperor Realm could only preserve themselves, or at most shelter those around them and take them away from this world.
In other words, even Emperor Realm beings could only avoid the apocalyptic calamity's cutting edge!
As though it had guessed Mo Yun's thoughts, the Heavenly Dao Consciousness hurriedly said, "I'm not asking you to