Crack.
Crack.
"Wind of Matter."
Li Qing descended. With a soft murmur, the Great Daos throughout the entire universe sealed shut, and the End of Magic Epoch descended.
Li Qing's name was merely an alias. To him now, his name could be any title at all; he had long since stopped caring.
Still, he held out hope for this alias of his, wanting to see how far it could go. It could also count as a new supporting character struggling to seize its own era.
After all, far too many aliases had died by now. It was indeed time for new ones to take the stage.
"I can't sense the Flame Great Dao I cultivated anymore."
"I can't sense the Water Great Dao anymore."
"How could this be?"
Throughout the universe, within the Myriad Worlds, countless living beings in world after world wore expressions of shock, inexplicably gripped by terror.
The Ancient Gods' realms fell one after another to the Indestructible Level!
Li Qing, however, paid no attention to this. He continued on to the next universe and shut it down.
As long as he shut down every source universe, then with these as templates, the future universes created through transmigration could only be in the Age of Dharma's End!
As for cultivation?
Of course it was still possible.
It was merely that, without the transitional cultivation methods of the First through Ninth Level Ancient Gods, cultivating would mean leaping directly from the Indestructible Level to the Ten Layered Ancient God realm in a single breath, immediately beginning to touch upon the Great Daos of time, space, and life.
The missing realms in between only made cultivation more difficult. It was less smooth, like a staircase whose middle nine steps had been ripped away in one breath.
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