Nü Yi clenched her fists as she watched the changes in the Chaos Sea, an indescribable terror welling up in her heart—a primal, bone-deep fear etched into biological instincts, genes, and bloodlines.
The great trend.
The great trend of vast nature and the transformations of the universe.
What a mesmerizing, boundless realm it was.
Before the universe's great trend, every tiny individual life was pitiful. They lived within an era like insignificant little bugs and fungi drifting through nature, like insects on a great tree.
The tree flourished, while they were replaced in turn.
"How pitiful we are."
Nü Yi suddenly looked down at those mysterious creatures, creatures even she could scarcely describe. The spores were gathering, and she could only sense within them a profound terror and a piercing sense of danger. "All that talk of man conquering heaven and defying the heavens is laughable. It is hard for us to escape fate's great trend."
"What exactly are they? Will they destroy us?"
Bitterness tinged Nü Yi's soft voice.
"Will we be eliminated? Will we die? Because the gate to proving the Dao through bloodlines has closed. Our bloodline system is about to be eliminated. We have entered the Era of Dharma Decline. After all, once we cultivated with the rules of our bloodlines and completed the universe, we became completely useless. But perhaps... this is not the true Era of Dharma Decline. Perhaps it is only the Era of Dharma Decline for creatures like us?"
Xu Zhi remained silent as well.
The power of nature was simply too vast.
Man conquering heaven? Resisting nature?
It was utterly laughable.
Even so-called Saints were merely ants of their era, standing at the peak of their own human societies.
At every stage, humanity had always been weak.
Whether it was the