Above the Sea of Suffering, amidst countless pillars of light, several voices echoed among each other. This is the sound of the Great Dao; each collision and echo would stir countless causalities, exchange boundless information, and transform billions of words into an instant.
"A little bug has entered the Sea of Suffering."
"...No need to worry for now, our interventions are costly, and major matters are more important, we cannot be distracted."
"What if it becomes a hidden danger..."
"Joyful Heaven is but a speck of dust; what danger could it pose? A mere scoop of water cannot produce a True Dragon."
"But... huh?"
Suddenly, the majestic wills shifted focus, drawn by some variable.
At this moment, the spiritual mountain was collapsing everywhere, a miserable sight to behold. The entire lower half of the mountain was charred with treasure trees, festering water flowing, and most of it had become abandoned sinful ground.
