The sphere of light in Ithaqua's hand began to tremble violently.
Although the sphere was as tiny in Ithaqua's hand as a grain of rice in a human palm.
Ithaqua did not dare flick it away as though it were a grain of rice.
"Praise be to you, great Yog-Sothoth. Lord Xuanjun, this is one of our world's Three Pillar Outer Gods, the great Key to the Gate, Lord Yog-Sothoth."
Ithaqua knelt and spoke in a tone that was half reverence, half awe.
"Greetings, Your Excellency Yog-Sothoth, Key to the Gate."
The Mysterious Lord's tone carried respect, but little awe.
"Greetings, Lord Xuanjun. I am a sage among this world's Great Old Ones. I believe I just heard of your predicament."
"You and this friend, who likewise possesses the strength of a Lower Great Old One, have willingly remained trapped in this world to ensure its stability, correct?"
Yog-Sothoth's Soul Language emanated from the sphere of light.
Clearly, although he was still besieging the Grand Supreme Heavenly Demon far away, splitting his attention hundreds of ways was no great matter for a supreme Great Old One.
"You could put it that way. Violet Thornflower was the first plant born after this world's earliest collision.
"We have supported each other for more than four billion years, cultivating all the way from the Mortal Realm to where we are today. We have grown attached to this world."
The purple thorns behind Xuanjun stirred as he spoke in a detached yet wistful tone.
In response, Yog-Sothoth spoke through the faint sphere of light that served as his Avatar:
"Understandable. I can set the world rules in motion and bring this world into the network of our greater world."
Yog-Sothoth offered the sweet date first.
Then, without waiting for him to mention it, Xuanjun