How staggering was it that those who should have been old, weak, sick, or disabled had collectively become powerful avengers?
This grand spectacle unfolded not only in the Milky Way, but in every corner of the universe.
Most civilizations had a concept of vengeance. Given this new lease on life, they immediately repaid blood with blood without hesitation.
The future from which their avenger wisdom now came was an exceptionally unlikely possibility, but it offered enough strength—and enough release from the pain accumulated in their hearts.
Thus, out of countless future states, Huang Ji had chosen these and bestowed them upon all living beings.
He let them strike back against the Void with a mighty resolve for vengeance.
This was Huang Ji's own unique love and fury! His dislike of killing with his own hands did not mean his love was indiscriminate and boundless.
Huang Ji was not an avenger, yet his vengeance often came through the hands of the multitude: Lin Li, Alan, Feis, Musta... Dulan... Kaleidoscope...
The deaths he had witnessed actually exceeded those witnessed by anyone else.
Huang Ji had forgiven countless people, yet no one knew how many he had not forgiven. He had saved countless people, and also caused countless others to die without even knowing how.
His might resembled the earth, his virtue supporting all things. He was gentle as deep soil, furious as a mountain's collapse.
The Void was emotionless and selfless, yet from the starry sky's perspective, it was also supremely selfish. It acted only for the Void's benefit and never tried to understand the beings of the starry sky.
This was not a civilization that could be judged by the logic, morality, or emotions of starry sky civilizations.
They had neither morality nor emotion. Right and wrong simply did not apply.