Nonexistent?
If anyone else had said that, Wang Jixuan would certainly have retorted, "That's sophistry."
But the twelve before him were Grand Beginning Golden Immortals of the human race and the Hundred Races, renowned since ancient times. If they said such a thing, they must have had their reasons.
"Oh?"
Wang Jixuan put aside his stray thoughts, focused on discussing Dao, and asked in a deep voice:
"How do you explain this?"
Several soft sighs sounded as the twelve figures slowly replied:
"Emptiness. Everything is emptiness."
"We once glimpsed true eternity within the Higher Dimensional World. Time was like a canvas, without the slightest trace of its passage."
"We also experienced the ultimate truth within endless nothingness."
"Do you know what laws are? Dao laws are merely words casually written by a basic lifeform of that eternal Sacred Realm across starfields as vast as deserts."
"So the Great Dao of Death does not exist, because the entire world is empty."
Wang Jixuan stood there blankly.
It was not because he had gained some insight.
He simply... did not know how to mock them.
Instinctively, he wanted to pull out the theories he had once used to persuade others, to speak of the meaning of life, to speak of life blooming as brilliantly as summer flowers. But when the words reached his lips, he hesitated.
Those principles were too shallow.
The figures before him had once stood at the very pinnacle of heaven and earth.
Wang Jixuan lowered his head in thought.
The twelve figures were not in a hurry. They silently watched Wang Jixuan, seemingly hoping he would offer a new answer, one that could give them a new direction.
They had named this place the Abyss of Despair—though such a name had no meaning, just like the Ship of