To Yi Mang, standing at the end of life, the entire universe held no more secrets. Yet the mysterious figure from his very first question had remained rooted in his heart.
He had deduced that "figure" countless times without finding an answer. He had thought there would be no way to resolve it even at the end of his life, that he would leave with that doubt—yet he had never expected this scene.
"Dao brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
He had a thousand words to say, yet none left his lips. At the end of life, he was incomparably calm, with the air of one who understood his fate. Simply seeing the other person was enough.
"You asked what I intend to do?"
Standing in the void of the universe, he answered Xu Zhi as though speaking to an old friend he had not seen in a long time. "I want this universe to have a lifespan."
The figure merely smiled. "Does the universe not have a lifespan already?"
"Does it?"
Yi Mang said, "This universe has just been born. In less than a thousand years, I fear it will grow old and perish. Its lifespan will not even compare to a fraction of that of the ancient gods of chaos."
"Oh?" The figure only smiled. "This universe's lifespan is merely a thousand years?"
Yi Mang said, "Four-Dimensional Beings transcend reality's time. Once they enter the realm of eighth-order gods, in less than seven days, they will reach their own distant future and swiftly arrive at the ninth order. Tenth orders will emerge like stars. In the few years after chaos first opens, batches of tenth orders can be born everywhere. They are accelerating the completion of the Great Dao."
"The Great Dao's completion is