Some things truly could not be changed—for instance, time that never turned back, or the love of one's life that had already been utterly erased.
Or the outcome of this battle.
But some things were not necessarily so.
For example, the fate of this One Truth Sect Chief, who seemed almost invincible, after this battle!
If one were to say that the One Truth Sect Chief could survive this calamity with his majesty undimmed, even continuing onward toward Transcendence and eternity—
Ye Lingxiao did not believe it. He would not accept it!
"Is that so?"
The One Truth Sect Chief said cruelly, "I don't believe it."
Black and white light roamed freely through the Celestial Vault, at times leaping into Dragon-Tigers. Spirit-light evolved on its own, and morality was born of itself.
This was primordial power. The "Daoist Sect" was the source of all cultivation; the "Dao" was the earliest summary of cultivation!
With a press of his palm, he nearly grasped the cycle of a real world. Whether it was the force of a collapsing cave-heaven or the surging struggles of Ye Lingxiao, all lay beneath his palm, like caged beasts trapped in a cage.
The edge of his palm was the end of all things—the utmost limit of heaven, the boundary of earth. His palm encompassed all matters; space stood still, and time ceased to flow!
"You say you don't believe it, yet you're staring right here without daring to let even a wisp slip through!"
Ye Lingxiao hovered steadily in place. Though every means at his disposal had been suppressed—even the detonation of the Hidden Sundial had been snuffed out within that single palm—he bared his teeth in a flamboyant grin, as though he were the one holding the upper hand. "Because you know that if I