Beyond the Xuanhuang Small World.
In the boundless void.
Eight enormous figures surrounded it like eight mountains, sealing this tiny world in completely. Besides Taiyi, Yuanshi, the Yellow Calico Cat, the Green Snake, and Jidu, there were Professor Yao representing the school and Old Madam representing Zhong Mountain. In addition, worried about his daughter, the Rat Immortal had also sent over a thought.
That was right. Though the figures outside the Small World appeared as still and imposing as deep pools and towering mountains, they were all just thoughts projected by Legends.
For a Small Thousand Worlds of this level, a Legend's thought was already immensely weighty and vast. The Alliance required seven Legends to endorse this ritual, but it did not limit the number to seven. In truth, the more Legends there were, the less likely accidents would occur during World Ascension. It was simply that, most of the time, wizards who needed such a ritual could not gather even seven Legends.
At this moment.
Zheng Qing sat cross-legged in the void, staring at the "black speck" that had abruptly appeared on the crystalline wall of the Xuanhuang Small World. His face immediately darkened. His thought blanketed the entire world, so he naturally deduced the chain of events behind that "black speck" with ease.
To Legends, a year passing within a Small World might mean their thoughts had merely turned once—just like now. Zheng Qing felt as if he had only just settled into the void, before he could even tell whether it was hot or cold, Poseidon's mess had already been shoved right into his face.
"—Children are all like that."
The Rat Immortal glanced at the Young Legendary reassuringly, his expression steeped in nostalgia as he recalled, "Back when Guozhi'er was Dongdong's age, she caused just as