Yi Mang's return inspired the entire tribe.
Gradually, the older generation also found a purpose in living.
For those living in the Primal Universe's chaotic void, having things to do each day and goals to pursue in life was what mattered most.
The tribe's population seemed to be growing again, and people had regained their confidence—to become gods!
That was the goal that inspired their confidence.
"Ah, I had wanted to die. Life was too dull, after all. There were no sculptures to make, no cultivation to practice. I simply had no idea what to do. Every day, I sat in the house and watched outside, repeating the same tedious days over and over! Hundreds, thousands of years of repetition."
"Now, I want to become a god!"
"Yeah, I really want to know what it feels like to become a Four-Dimensional Being and travel through my own past and future!"
"That must be very interesting."
"I remember that when I was little, I often sought out turbulent space-times undergoing Dimensional Reduction, turning into one-dimensional or two-dimensional beings. I thought those worlds were so interesting."
"The world of Four-Dimensional Beings must be interesting too."
To them, this was one of the few childhood pleasures in this world, like going to the park together to play on the swings. But after playing for a few years or even decades, it became boring.
Everything seemed to be recovering, yet Yi Mang still felt an intense sense of crisis. Sitting in the palace, he said, "Though there is a path again now, once they reach the eighth-rank divine realm, they will begin to find it dull. They may even find it more dull than before."
He knew exactly what it felt like to control one's own Timeline and become a Four-Dimensional Being.
It meant