"Let us discuss the possible paths for the universe's future!"
Everyone stood in the hall, their minds shaken, their postures uneasy.
The universe's future was already predetermined, utterly bright, heading toward perfect maturity. What possibilities could there still be? The realm had already reached its limit! Yet Tu Xin's gaze suddenly grew solemn, and he instantly understood Emperor Lord's meaning. "But precisely because there are no possibilities, we must think of new ones!"
If the possible path could be seen so easily, even mediocrities could envision the future. Why would they need the greatest beings in the universe to contemplate plans for the future?
And now, they were being asked to devise possible paths for the universe over the next ten billion years?
To deduce the next realm? To perfect and complete the universe?
Everyone held their breath. Was it truly possible? Paths were forged through human deduction.
People had once believed the Ninth-Order was the limit, then that the Tenth-Order was the limit. Now they believed the Eleventh-Order was the limit. Perhaps it truly was. Suddenly, Tu Xin spoke. "Your Excellency Emperor Lord, there are several things I do not understand."
"No need for restraint. Speak," Emperor Lord said calmly.
Tu Xin said, "First, you speak of creating a hundred-billion-year plan for the future! Our universe has only existed for a little over fourteen billion years. A hundred billion years is far too long. Under normal development, the universe would have long since returned to destruction. Are you saying that from this day forth, the universe will no longer collapse and return? That its aging has now been interfered with, allowing it to continue developing forever?"
"Precisely."
Emperor Lord spoke calmly. "At this moment, the great trend of the universe has changed. It will no longer collapse and return.