To Wang Qi, The End Messenger and Yue Luo Liuli were the two retrograde Wang Qis he knew best. He stopped and said to them, "By the way... are we really going to chat here? What can't be discussed inside?"
Although Wang Qi had stopped, the black Beast Mechanism swarm continued howling outward. Like a superfluid, it flowed smoothly around the three of them.
It felt like speaking in the middle of a sandstorm.
"You chose to leave at this time, so we decided to finish everything we hadn't said before in one go," The End Messenger said. "Besides, we have a few gifts for you."
Wang Qi froze. "I've already reached the Limit of Dao Integration. Whether it's empowerment or mass, I can't take it out..."
"This is also the warning I wanted to give you," Yue Luo Liuli said. "The speed of light, the gravitational constant, the Chandrasekhar limit, the Bremermann limit—these values fluctuate subtly across different histories. Though the degree of fluctuation is negligible to mortals, for someone at the Limit of Dao Integration, even a variation of one hundred-millionth could push them over some threshold, causing their cultivation to spiral out of control and their intelligence to collapse."
The collapse of one's intelligence was perhaps the most common cause of death for foreknowers.
Yue Luo Liuli warned, "So no matter what, don't be stingy. The moment you sense signs of yourself becoming a black hole, swiftly evaporate some mass. If you feel your spiritual power showing the faintest signs of bolting like an unbridled horse, just fire it out. Once you have mastered the power of creation, all of it can be replenished slowly. Don't be stingy—or that Limit of Dao Integration from Later Chi's side will be your future."
Wang Qi nodded. "I understand."
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