The sea waves crashed upward, and the sky seemed to turn upside down.
The wind swept away the clouds.
It was an unimaginable mythic spectacle.
Everyone knew that this vast, boundless sculpted land was distorting the surrounding space-time!
Its immense stored energy level, combined with the fact that it was itself the Bloodline Universe's ultimate distorted-rule weapon, had almost twisted the surrounding space-time universes beyond recognition.
Rumble! Even the Chaos Sea had turned into writhing, twisted noodles, its chaotic waves becoming dark silver tentacles baring fangs and claws, frozen in an instant.
This mythic sight symbolized the Bloodline Universe's peak era! Fourteen billion years of civilization and wisdom had been compressed here into crystallized form!
They also saw ancient cosmic murals from different eras carved across this cosmic sculpture, recording heroic epics from age after age.
"I thought ancient history had vanished into the dust, which was truly regrettable. I never expected it to be fully recorded here," a young saint murmured.
This was a cosmic chronicle stele.
It bore the ancient cosmic myths of every era.
The old man smiled, crouched down, and gently stroked the murals on the ground. "The universe may forget the heroes who struggled for human history, but we will not."
"All saints of the universes, regardless of why they sought the Dao, whether good or evil, even if they committed world-shaking slaughter in some cosmic era, their merits outweigh their faults in the eyes of later generations. In my view, anyone who completes the universe's rules and improves the environment in which we live is a saint."
"To seek the Dao for the universe, to harmonize with the Dao and complete its rules—all are saints."
He stood again. "Time, space, life..."
"None of them exist here. You may spend ten billion years here, while