Xu Zhi frowned softly. "Even if it were me—if I hadn't infected the Great Universe at this point, but instead attained Eleventh-Order through normal means—I would most likely have done the same and left the Great Universe."
"Because if I stayed here for countless billions of years, I too would be bored to the point of collapse. Rather than rigidly cling to the rules here, I might as well search for the outside that may exist."
Both deductions regarding those two Eleventh-Orders were possible.
In Xu Zhi's eyes, each possibility accounted for half, and they might not even conflict.
If this was the first cosmic epoch, then it was the first deduction. If he was not in the first cosmic epoch, then it was the second. In any case, prehistoric beings could not possibly still exist.
Just like the Eternal Life Realm, even something that appeared invincible would, with the passage of time, be unable to remain eternally above all else. Everything would fall. Nothing could last forever. Nothing could remain forever supreme. That was the predetermined grand trend of the universe.
Even Eleventh-Orders would follow the path toward their best possible future. They could not remain forever above all else.
"Now that I think about it, the final missing piece of the universe's puzzle has been completely filled in. It's perfect."
Xu Zhi's expression turned strange, and he chuckled softly. "Looking back at that guess just now, I'm increasingly certain that 'It' is indeed like life now—growing, developing, maturing, giving birth to ten lives, then branching out and spreading, like spores scattering into the distance.
"At a certain time, or perhaps in the void of a certain place, those singularity lives might see scattered matter, collapse and absorb it, and grow into a new Great Universe?"
Xu Zhi felt