Seventy-five years after the mythical upheaval, the deathlands that had once brought down gods and giant beasts alike had been thoroughly frozen over, steeped in death qi, becoming part of eternal silence.
Vero, Wei Shi, the Myriad Law Spider King, the Ant God, and the others looked grim. They realized that their true bodies were likely doomed, and that they might no longer be Supreme Beings.
Yet decades had passed, and no organization or individual had stepped forward to claim responsibility.
A handful of Supreme Experts such as Shou and Quan remained silent. They often gazed into the depths of space. Whenever they observed, through rare supreme treasures like the "pool," that the mythology of the deathlands had frozen over, they would sigh, their hearts unbearably heavy.
"The Old Supernatural Center of the Pre-23rd Era shifted. It no longer blocked the deathlands, allowing them to revive—but now they are worse than before. They have actually fallen into eternal silence!"
They came to their senses. This upheaval was many times more severe than they had imagined. Even the Mythical Center where they lived might have changed course without their knowledge, deviating from its original trajectory!
An hourglass appeared above Quan's head. It slowly turned, revealing the decaying universes nearby. He observed the outside world with a grave expression.
The vicinity of the Mythical Center was exceedingly quiet, but something had changed. Familiar universes were drifting away, while strange, decaying universes floated closer. The overall pattern had changed.
Quan used the methods of a Supreme Being to monitor all things, temporarily transcending the world and overlooking a blurred panorama of all realms.
Of course, that so-called panorama was actually only a tiny fraction.
"We can never go back..." Quan murmured. The Supernatural Center had changed course. The universes emerging nearby were gradually