Mother River Depletion and a New Era

Because he was going to die of old age?

That single sentence struck everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt.

This eternal, ancient being—this great cosmic existence that had bestowed civilization upon the Sun Star System, a Dao Attainer beyond eighth-order gods and capable of warping the rules of the universe—would also die of old age?

"How could he die?" Ji Shang could not help asking.

Ji Shang was also a Seeker of the Dao from a civilization, and he felt profound sorrow.

The fact that even such a great cosmic existence would one day fall was almost more crushing to him than the blow they had just received.

"Warping rules is not the same as changing rules."

Ji Wang turned around in his chair and spoke gently to the emerald-green tree, as though talking to himself. "Just like this tree, life is a straight line. From birth to death is a process. Birth is its beginning, and death is its end. One can warp its length and its process, but one cannot change its beginning and end.

Just like the light you wish to warp, you can only warp its speed. You cannot completely alter its existence and erase it."

Ji, who looked like a young man, sat beneath the tree reading. His features were gentle and bright, as beautiful as someone from a fairy tale.

He was like a young cowherd studying beneath a tree, waiting for his mother to call him home at any moment.

"When your realms are high enough, you will discover that ideology—my heart is the world—will be the path of the higher orders. But that is all. No matter how great a higher-dimensional lifeform may be, it cannot alter the ancient cosmic laws hidden in the dark. Before life and death, we are equal."

Then...