"Stay calm!"
The Faceless Man extended his hands, his ten fingers were very long, with even longer black nails.
The agitation within the high tower finally began to settle down.
The Faceless Man looked up through the window, gazing into the sky.
Ascending, indeed, arouses the jealousy of the Heavenly Dao, but this small ripple is nothing significant.
This place inherently possesses magic; it stands independent and can isolate the decay of the world.
Moreover, from the beginning, our ancestors calculated precisely how to prevent the interference of the Heavenly Dao when designing this place.
Including that sudden eruption of rock, this natural punishment, was also within the ancestor's calculations, instead turning it into the final crucial piece for the creation here.
He had long known that the Heavenly Dao would throw in a wrench at the last critical moment, but he was indifferent; this amount of change wouldn't affect the overall situation.
