"Some of the Deadly Perils may very well contain beings like you and me. More precisely, they are a group of travelers who set out even earlier, ancient sages by all rights."
At the end of deep space, several anglers of exceedingly lofty status wore grave expressions as they reached such a conclusion.
In an extremely ancient era, a handful of Supreme Beings from the Other Shore had been extraordinarily valiant and set out directly. Yet an accident occurred along the way. After briefly sending word back, they fell completely silent within that region.
In deep space, the colossal beast "received" obscure ripples from the opposite shore through dim fate lines and could not help swishing its tail, instantly blasting several great stars apart.
The Sacred Ant Primordial Spirit within its head became exceptionally resplendent. It murmured, "Should I try contacting them? They are actually some predecessors."
On the Other Shore, several of the most elite anglers immediately rejected the idea.
"Do not make contact for now. So many eras have passed—we don't know what form they have become. Let us study them first."
At the Supernatural Center, Shou sat in deep space, staring at the Supreme Sacred Artifact before him—the pool. He had not moved for years, having pondered and studied it for a long time.
Those few figures had left too profound an impression on him. They were actually writing sacrificial texts, then hurrying outside the Mythless deadland of karma and fate to burn them.
Was that not what the foremost figures of every generation among the old saints were supposed to do?
During the Old Saint period, only a small number of leaders such as Ma and Yuan could write such words.
Thus, Shou was deeply shaken. Several mysterious Beings had emerged at once from the