"—I was just saying it offhand. Why are you all seriously discussing it?"
Zheng Qing gave an awkward laugh and waved his hand, trying to lightly brush the subject aside.
Jiang Yu, the Great Sprites, Poseidon, and his many, many friends were all still busy in the Xuanhuang Small World. He had not gone insane, so naturally he would not try some unheard-of, untested method of undergoing tribulation at a time like this.
Turn a Small World into a cat?
Just imagining the chain reaction it might trigger was enough to make any rational wizard shake their head off.
He had only brought up "turning into a cat" to divert the Yellow Calico Cat's attention, so it would not keep pestering him about cats, dried fish, and the like.
Hearing Zheng Qing state his position, the other Legends visibly relaxed. The Rat Immortal's paw slowed as it stroked its beard, Old Yao put his pipe back in his mouth, and Zhongshan Old Madam's fingers resting on her Dragon Head cane loosened slightly as well.
Only the Yellow Calico Cat looked somewhat disappointed.
Its ears drooped, its tail stopped swaying, and it cast Zheng Qing a resentful glance with those amber cat eyes. It had truly hoped to see what would happen after a Small World was subjected to forced Transfiguration.
After clarifying his stance.
Zheng Qing turned his gaze back toward the void not far away.
The gap formed by the broken dimension lines still stretched across the darkness above the Xuanhuang Small World like a torn canvas. Fine silver-white threads of light occasionally burst from its edges—energy leaking out as the broken dimension lines slowly repaired themselves.
The Big Octopus—let it still be called that for now—had yet to completely "squeeze into" this world.
Part of its enormous body