"According to what you're saying, darkness is already inevitable?" Ye Fan asked, unwilling to accept it.
"The road ahead is cut off, hope has destroyed itself, and all living beings have no room to rise. Do you think they'll willingly submit to someone else's rule?" Li Zhi countered instead of answering directly.
"Looks like what we've done still isn't enough." In the end, Ye Fan accepted reality as well, sighing helplessly.
"It's not that everyone hasn't worked hard enough. It's that a boundary has appeared in this glorious painting of ancient history." Li Zhi's expression suddenly dimmed.
The Scribe had sealed the Boundary shut, making it exceptionally difficult for the Figures in the Painting to break out of their predicament.
The Desolate Heaven Emperor and Heavenly Emperor Ye had once broken through a boundary, but what they gained in return was still an upper limit that had been locked in place.
What did it mean for cause and effect, the Great Dao, and the concept of spacetime to all disappear?
Other people might think this was a sign of "strength," but in Li Zhi's eyes, it was proof that the Evolutionary Path had truly reached its end.
The final result for any living being that reached this realm would be no different from the Sick One.
Perhaps they would possess no evil thoughts of their own and simply return to the Void.
But it was more likely that their thoughts would affect the natural evolution of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, resulting in the scene of Darkness Shrouding the Heavens.
Justice and evil had never had clear definitions.
More often than not, the victor represented justice, while the loser represented evil.
Now, Huang, Ye, and Chu represented the light of the All Heavens. But could they continue to represent