In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy was no more than a fleeting, mottled stream of light. Looking up at the stars always brought a sorrowful sense that the ending had already been decided. Where would you and I be a thousand years from now? Nations, the flames of civilization, Earth—all were merely specks of dust in the deep void. A moment in the stars was a thousand years in the mortal world. An insect's lifetime was no more than an autumn; you and I were the same, struggling to cross the river. What lay at the end of deep space? In Li Hao's eyes, enemies competing for the Dao were simple: whoever lived or died was perfectly normal. There was no talk of grudges, only whose fist was bigger.
He turned to look at Chaos.
At this moment, Chaos had slain several Ninth Order clones and killed multiple Eighth Order powerhouses. The more he fought, the fiercer he became, and he actually held the upper hand. It showed just how formidable this Ninth Order true body was after descending, especially with the power of time.
Yet Li Hao sighed inwardly.
Time!
Time!
Sometimes, it truly harmed people too deeply.
It was like when he had first come into contact with time. That feeling was intoxicating and impossible to escape. Relying on time, he had defeated many enemies, but the price had been four cycles of Life-and-Death Reincarnation!
Without Life-and-Death Reincarnation, Li Hao would have died long ago.
He would have died within time itself.
Chaos, you were no longer young!
A million years ago, these people had already been Ninth Order.
How could they still be young?
Time was constantly being driven. It was invincible and incomparably powerful, slaughtering one Ninth Order clone after another.