"I came from Nothingness and will return to Nothingness. From nothing to something, then from something to nothing, and from nothing to something again. The cycle repeats endlessly... Then I fell ill. I had no Past and Future, and I didn't even know who I was."
"At Senior's level, how could you possibly fall ill? Could we fall ill in the future as well?" Chu Feng asked.
"Anything living can fall ill. It has nothing to do with how powerful you are. Illness comes from within, and no one can escape it." The Sick One spoke indifferently, as though he were talking about an ordinary triviality.
"Senior, you severed everything that belonged to you, and only then forgot who you were. If possible, could you allow us to trace your origins and uncover that sealed portion of Ancient History?" Desolate Heaven Emperor said.
"There's actually no need. What difference would knowing make? What difference would not knowing make? In the end, I'm merely a Figure in the Painting." The Sick One shook his head slightly, seemingly unwilling to recall the past.
"What do you mean, Senior? Could we also be Figures in the Painting?" Heavenly Emperor Ye's expression shifted slightly, as though he had recalled something.
On that most ordinary of mornings, in an accessory shop on Earth, the names he and Pang Bo had caused the shopkeeper's mind to lose its composure.
It seemed that the River of Time had once suffered a slight disturbance at that moment. Yet after countless Eternal Years had passed, when he looked back upon his glorious past, there was no trace of that disturbance.
It was as though the shopkeeper who had disturbed the River of Time had vanished from the River of Time completely.
It was as if the River of Time