The many other projections of the Great Dao Will gave no opinion either. Their gazes all turned toward Xian Ni, seemingly awaiting her decision.
After all, they were merely projections of the various Great Dao Wills. What exactly they should do still depended on the Immortal Domain Great Dao Will.
Seeing this, Xian Ni could not help curling her lips.
Intervene?
How was she supposed to intervene?
Never mind the many old monsters of the Taboo Su Family.
The Four Great Sword Immortals and the Nine Imperial Guards alone were enough to give her a headache.
Previously, when Su Changge condensed his Primordial Beginning Divine Soul at the Primordial Beginning Gate, it had already counted as touching upon a heavenly taboo.
Now, this counted as his second time touching upon a heavenly taboo. She might as well keep one eye open and the other shut.
In any case, she could neither afford to provoke them nor beat them in a fight.
Meanwhile.
The time storm stirred up by the River of Time grew increasingly terrifying, like a surging, world-destroying tsunami.
Beneath it, Su Changge and Su Changqing seemed incomparably tiny, like a lone boat amid raging waves.
Under the impact of the previous rounds of space-time storms, Su Changge and Su Changqing were already covered in injuries.
Yet their bodies bore no bloody wounds, but rather horrifying, spiderweb-like cracks.
These were time scars. When struck by a time storm, the divine souls of cultivators who entered this place would suffer such injuries.
Once a divine soul that entered the River of Time was swallowed by a time storm, the cultivator would suffer a backlash. At best, they would be reduced to an idiot; at worst, they would lose their divine soul, leaving only an empty shell.
Fortunately, with the