Crack. Crack.
The universe slowly shattered, collapsing like a mirror.
"What?"
"How had the battle only just begun, yet the scene was already gone?"
"What happened next?"
"The universe collapsed?"
All the saints observing in secret were shocked, their eyes wide.
They had been watching this battle without blinking—a bloodstained battle in which creatures from the old days had smuggled themselves into the future, writing one final sliver of hope for their own doom. Yet at the most crucial moment, it had shattered! Only Xu Zhi clearly knew why it had broken apart: this was already the limit of what could be deduced!
What happened afterward? No one knew.
It could not be deduced, because this incomplete universe was not whole. How could it deduce the fully complete Eleventh-Order era of the universe? An incomplete universe could not advance to the Eleventh-Order.
Its core singularity foundation had been incomplete from the start. That meant that no matter how it was repaired, it could never truly be made whole. It was congenital disability, an innate flaw.
"Your Highness, this..."
Nü Yi cried out anxiously, her face flushing slightly. "This future?"
"You will not see the future. The future ends here." The God of Destruction waved a hand, and the entire universe rapidly collapsed toward its end. Everything fell apart.
"..."
Everyone felt terrible.
It had actually stopped at the most gripping moment! Like a television drama, after a string of buildup, it had finally reached its climax—only to be frozen right before it.
"Is there really no way?" Meng Mei asked anxiously.
Her heart itched with curiosity. What had happened to the final nine people of the Eternal Life Realm? When they fought the new lifeforms for the future of the Eleventh-Order, did they have any hope of winning?
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