Perhaps months of working without a break had finally worn him down. With a hiss like churning, burning lava in his ears, Ronan leaned against the reinforced glass of the viewing corridor and drifted into a fitful sleep.
Even in his sleep, his thoughts kept moving.
When you believed every task at hand was a time-consuming headache, time seemed to shatter before your eyes. But when you believed those tasks could be finished one step at a time, time flowed like a stream. However winding its course, it would naturally reach where it needed to go.
The two states were no different in substance. The difference lay in how well you could grasp the situation.
Ronan had well over a dozen things to do. Some were within his abilities; others were, for now, beyond him.
For some, he needed only hint at what he wanted, and people would rush to handle them without his lifting a finger. For others, no matter how hard he pushed, he was more likely to be assimilated into that unfathomable ocean of divine rules and lost there forever.
That was the absurd position Ronan now occupied. He could not sink, yet for the moment he could not climb any higher.
In this universe, people like Ronan were hardly rare, nor was this predicament. Ultimately, the gulf separating Genetic Species from Deities was simply too vast.
To cross that gulf, the Tian Yuan Empire had built a Sky Ladder leading toward the Great Monarch Realm. It had almost succeeded.
Yet even across the Central Star Zone's history, measured in hundreds of millions of years, advanced interstellar civilizations like it remained few.
Those in the minority always faced greater pressure. And so the Tian Yuan Empire had collapsed.
Ronan had relied on the Tian Yuan Empire's cultivation