Carrying Along

In Li Qi's earlier speculation, the myriad heavens and worlds of the universe were all infinite monkey typewriters for the great powers.

Infinite backtracking, infinite worlds—their essence was all to find that one future, a future leading to the ultimate end of the Dao.

Even proving that the ultimate end of the Dao did not exist would do. Even proving that they themselves were wrong would be fine.

All of it was merely meant to reveal one possibility.

Thus, what Li Qi faced was the same predicament as the First Rank.

Infinite cycles. Everything had already been explored. Nothing before his eyes could be changed. He had no idea what to do, nor did he understand how to do it.

So he could only keep cycling, placing his hopes in others, placing his hopes in some tiny possibility, even if that possibility was nearly zero.

At this moment, Li Qi felt exactly like those First Ranks.

Li Qi opened his eyes.

If the rabbit or the little rabbit brat had been beside him right now, they would have discovered... that Li Qi's eyes were filled with the aura of death.

In theory, Seventh Rank practitioners had already attained longevity. Though some Seventh Ranks beyond the domain had failed to achieve it, Seventh Ranks under heaven had certainly attained longevity. Their cultivation methods had been designed that way, capable of helping practitioners break free from the shackles of time's passage.

But in reality, Seventh Rank practitioners did not have especially long average lifespans. Usually, they only lived several thousand years. Occasionally, some long-lived ones could survive for over ten thousand years.

The reason was simple. Either they were beaten to death, or their Dao hearts could no longer sustain them. Living became a form of torture to them, and many Seventh