Crack.
Crack.
"The wind of matter."
Li Qing descended, and with a gentle chant, the Great Paths of the entire Cosmos were sealed, heralding the Arrival of the End of Dharma Era.
Li Qing’s na was rely a disguise. To him now, his na could be any title; it no longer mattered.
However, he still held hope for this disguise, to see how far he could go, a new pawn vying for the new age.
After all, too many disguises had perished; it was indeed ti for a new one to erge.
"I can’t sense my Fla Path anymore."
"I can’t sense the Water Path anymore."
"How is this possible?"
Within the Cosmos, in each realm among the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, countless beings were horrified, an unexplainable fear in their hearts.
The realms of the Ancient Gods were falling, one after another, from Undying Level!
Yet Li Qing didn’t care and continued to the next universe to shut it down.
As long as all Origin Universes were closed, using them as templates to traverse and create the Future Universes would result in nothing but an End of Dharma Era!
As for cultivation?
Of course, one can still cultivate.
But without the transitional Dharma thods from the First to Ninth Layer of Ancient Gods, cultivation equaled jumping directly from Undying Level to the Tenth-Layer of Ancient Gods, directly touching upon the Paths of Ti, Space, and Life.
The absence of these interdiate realms only made cultivation sowhat more difficult, less harmonious, akin to skipping nine steps on a staircase.
To continue ascending the staircase, the missing nine steps force you to climb up the wall like a rock climber.
It’s just a bit harder, that’s all.
"Let the universe feel the pain."
"In those primitive tis, pioneers like Elis and others started cultivating the most difficult blueprints of the Great Saints from just the First Layer of Ancient Gods."
"Back then, there were no transitions. Nowadays, tis are better, and young people don’t know the struggles of the past century. Let them taste hardship like the Ancient Tis, reminiscing on bitterness for sweetness is the righteous path."
Li Qing spoke nonchalantly, continuing to shut down universes, rebooting them anew.
As for ti, space, life, these he left untouched.
Because it was unnecessary.
His current Crystal Wall was primarily composed of matter. By shutting down matter, those Ancient Gods cultivating the Three Thousand Great Path were reduced to Mortals, no longer sensing any changes in the Crystal Wall’s Three Thousand Paths.
"Keep working, I am the Ferryman of the new age." He continued towards the next universe.
...
At an unknown fork in the endless river of ti, at so distant future point.
In the Rainbow Universe as resplendent as the Celestial Palace.
"As expected, there is a problem with the universe."
The figure stopped in front of a Crystal Wall, stretched out a hand to caress it, frowning once more, "In this long history of the entire universe, there is great terror!"
He, having cultivated in four Great Paths, rging them two by two, had beco the unprecedented Dual Primordial Yuan Saint, mastering Spiritual Essence, Space-Ti.
Over the years, even in the nonexistent void universe, being rely an unobserved clump of data, he felt the anomaly of the Crystal Wall.
This was an incredible feat.
Clearly, the universe was yet to be physicalized, yet his virtual form, without a single material structure, perceived the omnipresent discord of the universe with profound attainnt.
Evident was the terror of his accomplishnts.
In others’ eyes,
the entire universe was dazzlingly magnificent, composed of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, Celestial Realm, Reincarnation, Celestial River shaped by Crystal Walls.
Yet, in his view, it was an eerily grotesque and dark visual, nurous caras, the universe made up of innurable eyeballs, big eyes growing smaller eyes, constantly watching the whole universe.
Especially the Crystal Core within him, even it was an eyeball!
A chill ran down his spine.
Through history, what exactly have we been cultivating?
What Dao have we realized?
We practiced not the Heaven and Earth Technique of the Crystal Wall, but a pervasive Great Eye Technique!
We practiced not the Self Technique of the Crystal Core, but a Little Eye Technique within!
Since the Original Era of the universe, we’ve unknowingly been infiltrated, monitored by so unnaable great horror.
"In dreams, they all live in dreams."
"An evil has shrouded their reality."
Facing this eerily sinister cosmic horror universe, he was on the verge of madness!
"Seeing the truth... reveals the terror of the universe." Goosebumps prickled on his skin as he looked at a transparent Crystal Wall before him, unable to bear staring at it any longer, plagued by trypophobia.
In his eyes, the Crystal Wall was a gigantic eye, tiny eyeballs densely packed and rotating everywhere.
Is this supposed to be a ho for people to live in??
The Four Ancient Saints renowned throughout history, Nokron, Elis, Emperor, Atabia... these beings inaugurated eras yet failed to perceive this?
How could they possibly fail to notice!!!
Through each era’s transition, there must be traces of clues.
No doubt they were infected by so terrifying presence, their eyes veiled, unable to see specters or the truth.
Inside and out, they had beco eye-shaped! They believed they were seeing splendid experiences...
The more he thought about it, the more horrifying it seed, the deeper he mused, the creepier the sensation grew.
"When the future calls to truth."
"I shall surely step into the Long River of Ti, wielding a blade against the greatest evil in the universe’s history, rallying all heroes across cosmic history, battling against darkness and malevolence."
He murmured while sitting on the throne, aware of his fate.
At that mont.
With a swoosh, the entire tiline began to shake violently.
The surroundings flickered like an old television, various snowflaked mosaics appearing.
Crack.
"What happened?"
The man, in harmony with Yin and Yang, possessed a power unfathomable through antiquity, even as a re phantasm, able to observe what transpired throughout the tiline of his universe.
He glimpsed a silhouette.
It was a man humming a tune as he entered this universe, "This is the seven hundred and thirty-first universe, the pace of work is satisfactory."
"No!!"
The man on the throne sprang up and shouted, "That guy, what are you doing? He’s shutting down matter? That’s my Origin Universe! What are you doing? Foolish! Foolish! You’re ssing up my grand sche! I’ve sensed a great terror in the universe... you’re doing this..."
"My position will fall, you’re harming the universe, ruining the universe!"
His face darkened as he paced before his palace.The ministers around were utterly baffled.
The entire dynasty’s mighty ones were bewildered, long prepared according to plan to bide ti with the Emperor until the day the trapped dragon soared to the heavens?
Why was the Emperor suddenly so restless?
Suddenly.
This paramount era protagonist in universal history opened his eyes, "Quantum Information Transfer! The after the tiline jump, rember, no matter what, rember!"
But his earth-shattering space-ti divine techniques had no reaction.
"No, how can I not manage this, without matter, can I not even perform this tiny feat?"
"I hate it! I hate it!! Despite having monuntal power, with just a trace of matter, the sky could overturn... even if the future offers a re Mortal’s feeble power too..."
But it was too late, the entire tiline surged abruptly.
The future of this universe was being reshaped.
"I am unwilling!!" His roar caused the phantom universe to tremble, heavens churned, Crystal Walls shattered.
When he regained himself, back on his throne, he couldn’t recall what had happened before.
"Eh? What was I just thinking?"
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