The Millions of Glances That Could Never Be Returned

I was...

Whose was I again?

Oh.

I finally remembered.

I was Huo Rong.

I was too old.

Even as a wielder of the Emotional Spectrum, my lifespan was not infinite.

I was not a Sixth Dimension God. I had once possessed Fifth-Dimensional Power, but unless I completely transformed myself into a 100% Fifth Dimensional Being, I could not repeatedly traverse the Over-Time Stream without paying a price.

But I could not turn myself into a Fifth Dimensional Being.

Part of the reason was that the Fifth Dimensional Beings had already completely occupied every ecological niche, but the greater reason was...

I did not want to.

I had not lost yet, and I had no retreat. Even if a way out appeared before me, I would never take a single step toward it.

If I wanted to, I could have stopped long ago, but I would not.

That was how I had fought all the way to this day.

I traversed the Over-Time Stream once again.

My previous attempt had failed again.

I knew that every time I returned, I was consuming my own time and lifespan.

I was as busy and fruitless as a bee, yet in the end I had accomplished nothing. I had come back too many times. Sooner or later, I would completely consume my lifespan.

But I had not done so yet.

For now.

It had all been worth it.

This time, I had come closer to success than ever before.

I had always been making one mistake. I was always trying to snatch the Crisis Energy and the refined universes after the Multiversal Convergence event, profiting from the chaos after the event.

I had always intended to become the ultimate victor of the Multiversal Convergence, then reshape the entire universe according to my will