Even Ye Wuming, who had merged with the Heavenly Tome, could still enter and exit it freely, traversing the myriad realms without hindrance. If she possessed a physical body, then would her state not mirror that of Ling Ruoyu?0

However, Ye Wuming would never find herself without clothes. And as for Ling Ruoyu… Well, she could probably bring her clothes along too if she was skilled enough.0

When Zhao Changhe returned to the altar, the trio from the Four Idols Cult were surrounding Ling Ruoyu, sitting cross-legged, chins propped on hands, eyes gleaming with an eerie shine.0

The girl clutched her robes tightly and sat huddled in place, looking very much like a pitiful child who had just been ravaged by a gang of old witches.0

“Well?” Zhao Changhe asked. “What did you find out?”0

“For now, all we can say is that there’s a faint sense of rejection. One realm seems to repel items from another,” Lady Three replied. “But whether that’s the true explanation remains to be confirmed. If it is, then with enough practice, Ruoyu might be able to bring items into that space after all. It’s her realm, and she makes the rules… hopefully.”0

Huangfu Qing added, “Considering that you were the master of River of Stars, if you think of it from that angle, then defining its rules should be within your power as well.”0

The room fell silent after that, and each person was lost in thought.0

By this logic, was this not essentially a reflection of the relationship between the Heavenly Dao and Jiuyou?0

Zhao Changhe’s gaze shifted toward River of Stars, then circled to rest upon Dragon Bird. He mused quietly…. If one day they no longer heeded his call and instead chose their own paths, how would he feel?0

Perhaps it would be akin to watching a daughter leave home to marry—an ache in the heart, but not something unforgivable. Yet to others, this was no tender farewell between kin but rather the betrayal of a master by their servant. And that, they would never accept. They would try...0