To the Lord of Eternal Day and the Creation God, who had looked after whom over the past million years was indeed impossible to define with a simple "who owed whom."
They had walked side by side from weakness to the pinnacle of the dimensions. This was no longer one-sided support, but mutual lifting through countless brushes with life and death—the Lord of Eternal Day had shielded the Creation God's growth with his overwhelming combat power, while the Creation God had used precise planning to help the Lord of Eternal Day avert several catastrophic crises. Such a bond had long transcended that of ordinary superiors and subordinates or comrades-in-arms.
Even the almost obsessive desire the Lord of Eternal Day had previously shown to keep the Creation God now seemed, in retrospect, entirely born from reluctance deeply rooted in years, an outpouring of profound feeling from a friendship that had spanned a million years.
Yet when the Creation God truly left without hesitation, and never once asked to borrow the Dimension Supreme Treasure, the Sky Star Diamond, the Lord of Eternal Day's heart churned with indescribable self-reproach alongside the bitterness of parting.
Perhaps I should have taken the initiative and handed the Sky Star Diamond to him back then. He gazed at the halo flowing across the crystal of light in his palm, unable to stop the thought from Appearing in his mind. That would have raised his chances of breaking through the dimensional barrier by at least thirty percent. His journey would have been much safer too. He would not have had to enter an unknown and dangerous time-space alone as he does now.
This self-reproach was like countless fine needles, endlessly piercing his mind. Yet just as the emotion reached its peak, an unusual ripple suddenly entered his perception—it