The Heavenly Dao Is About to Perish

Beneath the void, inside a thatched hut.

Ning Ye sat across from Starwatcher.

After a long conversation with Starwatcher, Ning Ye had come to understand.

Starwatcher ought to be one of the oldest surviving Sovereigns in this star realm.

This man was versed in the Heavenly Derivation Dao. He could deduce the past and calculate the future; thus, the breadth of his knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Only someone like him could lay out a game across the myriad realms of Xingluo, placing countless pieces upon the board.

He did not seek success from every piece. He only sought one person who met his standards, someone who could ultimately make it to his side.

And now, that person was Ning Ye.

At this moment, Starwatcher said, "I know what you wish to ask—why I did all this."

"Wasn't it because you couldn't do it yourself, so you placed your hopes on those who came after?" Ning Ye asked with a smile.

Even before his patriarch and fellow Daoist, Ning Ye rarely indulged in a joke.

Yet Starwatcher was quite serious. Shaking his head, he said, "No. It is because the Heavenly Dao has little time left."

"What did you say?" Ning Ye froze.

Starwatcher said, "Originally, you should have realized this through your own comprehension of the Dao. But the Heavenly Dao likely cannot wait that long. I fear we can only force a seedling to grow by tugging at it. I shall bear the price."

As he spoke, Starwatcher coughed several times, and in an instant, his face seemed to age by several years.

Smiling, he said, "Over these years, as you cultivated, have you not always found one thing strange? Your cultivation progressed far faster than that of most cultivators. In a mere three thousand years,