The waves of the Sea of Suffering lay still, tendrils of obsession twining around the massive dragon body, yet unable to penetrate it in the slightest, simply because the dragon's form was crafted from a more formidable divine thought.
To the weak, even their most unforgettable thoughts appeared so fragile and helpless in front of the strong.
The Formless Ancestor sat beneath the black heart, having already received the news that "Song Yan has agreed to settle the cause and effect, handed over the Faceless Mask, and chose to leave." He believed that Tang Changsheng couldn't possibly deceive him, as they were two aspects of one entity.
Yet he remained indecisive, so even though he had reached the entrance of the Soul Threshold, he turned back again, pacing back and forth, wanting to spend more time contemplating.
In fact, if he had unlimited time, he would certainly continue to wait and not take risks.
Waiting for decades or even centuries, what danger would there still be?
