"Entangled grievances can indeed guide the way, but there is still a bit of uncertainty in direction. I am not sure whether it disperses resentment or is powerless against it."
Feng Yuan immediately recognized Qiu Hanmo's intention. These black mists and fireflies are aggregates of grievances, and they inherently try to approach the existence that enticed their creation.
However, to anyone, these things are not pleasant. Normally, everyone would choose to dispel them, and Feng Yuan is unsure if the darkness of the Devouring World can achieve this step.
If the darkness dispels them, they should proceed in the opposite direction of the black mist and fireflies, and vice versa.
"Grievances?"
The people from the Parallel World are unaware of any connection, Dou Yanlan furrowed her brow and asked Feng Yuan,
"What do you think?"
"Hmm, I think both possibilities exist. Forget it, let's follow their direction first."
