However, recalling the Emperor's words, the Green Lotus phantom suddenly came to its senses and unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat, its verdant leaves thoroughly drenched.
Its mind was in chaos, it hadn't even resolved its own issues yet, and it was not free to act as it pleased, nowhere in a position to get involved in such karma.
Even attempting to understand something from it was sheer foolishness.
It seemed that it had indeed lost some of its self-identity in the endless descent through the ages.
Jiang Hui was unaware of the thoughts of the Green Lotus phantom at the moment and couldn't care less.
He slightly lifted his head, gazing at a corner of the starry sky.
Heaven has its four directions.
Standing on three legs.
Boundlessly vast.
And behind those four massive cauldrons, there was a Stone Gate, hidden beneath the Star Sea, its essence as if marrow, boundlessly vast.
The Primitive Gate.
It could lead to The Boundary Sea and the dam.