"But what Burner said did make sense."
Zen continued.
"Directly altering the past, present, and future of the Real Universe would indeed bring terrifying consequences, but they are not impossible to avoid."
"The final step of the Great Plan is sacrifice. My race will firmly anchor the Real Universe's existing timeline at the conceptual level, and anchor everyone's fate as well. Everything will remain as it was, except the gods' corruption will no longer exist in the future beyond the future."
After listening to Zen, Qin Mo suddenly became extremely curious about this race. "You seem capable of seeing the future—an incredibly distant future—yet you cannot see your own race's fate. Otherwise, why did you not change the Old Ones' fate of extinction?"
"Is there any reason the Old Ones cannot go extinct? Any reason we must exist?" Zen asked in return.
The Emperor looked at Qin Mo.
Even someone as eloquent as Qin Mo was rendered speechless by Zen's offhanded question.
"Even from a selfish perspective, we truly had no way to change our race's fate of extinction."
"That is the sorrow of prophecy."
"You know what will happen, yet no matter what you do, it is difficult to change it. Of course, in minor matters, you need only pay attention to certain things to alter your own future. But in a matter as great as a race's survival or extinction, no amount of effort is anything but futile."
The fate of the Old Ones' extinction was described in Zen's casual, understated words.
Zen looked at Qin Mo.
"To use the words of your culture, you who are an anomaly—"
"Everything is fate; not even half a point is left to man."
Qin Mo remained silent, but many questions filled his mind for the Old One before him.
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