Amonev thought for a moment and felt that Shi Ming had a point.
Indeed, excluding Shi Ming, no being was currently more suited for this Divine Remain than the nascent will of the Cosmic Country. As for why Shi Ming was unwilling, Amonev could likely guess the reason.
'Perhaps he, like me, is also an unfettered person.'
The greater the power, the greater the responsibility.
He was so young, so it was only natural that he was unwilling to be shackled by this responsibility for tens of thousands of years.
"Even though I can't be its master, I'd still like to see this Heart of Chaos. Do you think there's a chance?"
"Of course."
After agreeing, Amonev's hair began to float. Specks of starlight seeped from the tip of each strand, combining at one point to form a miniature star chart. Against a cryptic black background, it looked just like a small, cascading night sky.
This was the entrance to the Sea of Falling Stars.
