Feng seemed to understand, yet not fully.
It was the Four Fierce Beasts.
The scenery around them continuously regressed. It was not merely time reversing—even every object within the space they occupied was devolving.
It was like spatial distortion, interpreting time.
It was also like time reversing, altering space.
There was no distinction between the two.
The bodies of the Four Fierce Beasts gradually shrank, turning into humans. Then their ages began to decrease continuously. An invisible gale blew so fiercely that they could not open their eyes.
From their perspective, the Cosmic Heavenly Court Continent beneath their feet also began to change.
The continent, stretching seven hundred thousand light-years, began to break apart, becoming scattered patches of land. Then those lands curled up and returned to their original forms—planets.
There could never have been such a vast natural continent in the universe. The Cosmic Heavenly Court had been created by technological means, dismantling planets and piecing them together.
As the continent crumbled apart, the Four Fierce Beasts found themselves standing in space.
Yet the reversal of time accelerated once more, spanning hundreds of millions of years every second.
The boundless universe began to shrink. Countless celestial bodies shattered and recombined, forming larger, more primitive heavenly bodies.
Swathes of interstellar dust vanished. Swathes of nebulae vanished.
The Four Fierce Beasts had long lifespans, and as the universe regressed, they saw their own past lives as well.
But throughout the process, they could only stare in dumbstruck shock, unable to make a sound.
They wanted to move, but within such rapidly reversing spacetime, their own movements were rendered incomparably slow. They could not lift their arms or even blink.
Their power became exceedingly weak.
They grew younger and smaller, eventually losing their human forms and becoming single cells.
Then even those