"In other words, that guy feared even by the Ancient Sages of the four Primordial Universes still can't be killed?" the child couldn't help saying.
"Not exactly unkillable."
The old man sighed. "The main issue is that only those of the same seat can completely kill one another. In our current universe, there are basically only two Saints living here. There's Space, but no Ancient God of Matter or Life."
"As for the Time Saints, they have no ties to any particular universe. They all live upon the new River of Spacetime, creating one new universe after another."
"Only after a new Matter Saint is born can we kill the Ancient God of Light of the same seat and completely eliminate the hidden danger from each universe."
"But that day shouldn't be far off."
The Era was advancing. The final seat should soon become widespread as well.
"The Three Thousand Great Daos of Matter?"
A look of yearning appeared in the child's eyes. "It's truly hard to imagine. That ancient era was so backward, with such a low ceiling for the universe. Those weak, backward lifeforms actually managed, amid roars and struggle, to open up the Great Dao of Matter, something that's still difficult to open even now."
"Indeed." The old man sighed.
Without experiencing that era when their forebears hacked through brambles and thorns, it was impossible to imagine such greatness.
After all, in theory, the Great Dao of Matter should be easier to comprehend now.
Not only were lifeforms nowadays more gifted, but every universe also had a sun of matter for one to comprehend from.
How many dozen times easier was that?
Yet even now, no one had managed to fuse the Three Thousand Great Daos and take that inconceivable step!
How had they broken through back