An irredeemable world, and himself on the brink of death.
Shen Xuanwei knew what he was facing.
Yet his heart was still filled with unwillingness.
People were always greedy.
The Shen Xuanwei of old had been willing to brave every risk, even betray the Hidden Sects and wear away all his Dao Rhyme, just to glimpse the spectacle of the Time Turbulence once more.
Now, his dream had come true.
But Shen Xuanwei was no longer satisfied. He wanted to defy his own death.
Because it was not enough.
He still had not figured out what Heavenly Secrets truly were, nor how Karma could be so profound and mysterious.
Shen Xuanwei's heart was still full of questions.
He refused to accept it.
But he had not died.
Because where the Time Turbulence converged with countless interwoven, flickering threads of Karma, the concept of time did not exist.
The past, the present, and the future.
Shen Xuanwei could see the past and comprehend the present.
Only the future—he could see nothing of it.
The mysteries of the future were not something an Ascension Realm cultivator like Shen Xuanwei could comprehend.
Or rather, no immortal cultivator could truly see through the future.
They could only follow the faint traces of Karma leading toward the future, making guesses and deductions.
Without the concept of time.
In a sense, Shen Xuanwei could only persist forever within this near-eternal instant.
Perhaps, to most people, this would be a torture where one could neither live nor die.
But Shen Xuanwei was not one of most people.
He was the greatest genius in the history of Kunwu Continent's cultivation world.
And what had supported Shen Xuanwei in attaining such a position was his comprehension.
Whether it was any Cultivation Method, cultivation itself, or Heavenly Secrets.
Shen Xuanwei