The Deity of the Spirit Clan ascended the Eternal Golden Throne, and every day they had to burn a thousand Spiritual Ability Users to suppress the Subspace... How could I have such a dream?
Shang Lin stared blankly at the idea The Cursed God proposed on the forum—starting with a toilet and ending with a toilet, under the operation of the Alchemists, the toilet had indeed become a place like an "All-Knowing All-Powerful Domain," and since the information from the Primeval Elves only brought about disasters, calling it household trash wasn't too far off; might as well flush it down...ah, it should go into the incinerator.
However, no matter how one looked at it, this proposal was much more moderate than the original "let's kill the Eternal Messenger now because the situation is critical."
And the cost was only sitting on a toilet for a while, at least it didn't make him and some golden behemoth permanently welded to it.
