Zhi Ji finished reading the last passage, and her expression suddenly turned dazed.
She stood there in a trance, utterly lost.
She had cultivated bitterly until now, crossing into the distant universe of the future, seeking longevity and enduring existence. She had proceeded with trepidation, cultivating all the way here, all for the sake of Transcendence.
Back when the Eternal Life Dao Palace had been established, all nine of them who had fought through bloodshed to the very end had believed that they would surely become eternally immortal in the future—ancient cosmic beings entrenched in a rigid hierarchy, lofty and impossible to overthrow.
They could not see even the slightest possibility of being overthrown. Their lifespans were infinite.
Their combat power was invincible.
As billions upon billions of years passed, they would only grow stronger and more entrenched.
At the same time, they were destined to attain the Chaos God Seat and already knew the code to the Great Dao Diagram. After all, there was no one else besides them. They merely needed to resolve the problems awaiting them one by one and seek an unprecedented path toward opening the Eleventh-Order. "But why?"
Her pupils gradually widened. "Could it be that the universe truly maintained some unseen balance, that nothing could remain eternally immortal? We thought our supreme eternal existence would also develop cracks as the universe's laws became more complete with the age?"
A terror suddenly seized her, making every bone in her body tremble.
"Yes. Yes, I should have thought of it long ago. It was precisely because the laws of the universe grew increasingly complete, because there was an unseen balance in the world, that we immortals would ultimately collapse as the universe perfected itself."
It was an indescribable terror.
It was a premonition that she would