Wu Wang was utterly perplexed.
He had toiled for so long, guided by the Eastern Emperor's Bell, rushing about, exhausting himself for this world. He had poured his youth and sweat into it. He dared not compare his dedication to the spirit of Dayu, who thrice passed his home without entering, but he was definitely clear in his conscience, having done everything he could.
He had tuned the state of the Three Realms to near perfection.
Then the great calamity began to brew in the void.
He understood the principle. Calamities were merely manifestations, and there had to be internal reasons for collapse. Otherwise, the Eastern Emperor's Bell could not have witnessed thousands of cosmic destructions and experienced thousands of varying great calamities.
But when it came down to it, this great calamity still exceeded his and the Eastern Emperor's Bell's preparations…
It was infuriating.
