"My father already knew they would not help. He did that just to let the information spread. I am sure many of the immortals were already under them.
This is like a game of chess, Vesa. This planet is the board, and each of the sects and clans is nothing more than chess pieces.
The players are two invisible figures that we don't know yet and only speculate.
My father thinks this is all done by the Primordials, but I doubt it. Even with this planet's history, Primordials have no business on a planet this weak."
"I agree with that, King. The cultivation on this planet is still in the early phase. The world seed here is not even matured yet."
"How about the world spirit? Can you talk with it?"
"No, I have tried, but there is no response. I think it's in a dormant state now like it's in a deep sleep."
"I see. I wonder if it's really dormant or if it's out now inside one of the cultivators."
"King, this is not a novel."
