As for the originally sixty years of time, which had been severed into three portions—the barriers between them had begun to vanish after a lifeform in a quasi-unique state was born, and would disappear completely in the next instant.
When that time came, these special sixty years would vanish along with them. The storms and waves of time would appear once more, and then no lifeform would be able to easily touch time again, much less alter it against the current.
Of course, so long as the lifeforms in the quasi-unique state born here were willing, the next instant need never arrive.
Or rather, I think, therefore the world is. As long as they refused to move forward, they could remain forever frozen here—but only they themselves would be frozen in this place.
Time would continue moving forward. They had merely become independent of it.
Yet such eternity was undoubtedly illusory. To seekers of the Dao, the moment they stopped moving forward, they were already dead. What remained eternal afterward was no more than an empty shell, utterly meaningless.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng savored the profound mysteries of this creation.
Had he only just come into contact with creation, such principles would undoubtedly have been beyond his comprehension. But things were different now. Through all manner of fortuitous encounters, along with the help of numerous transport team leaders, he had advanced an immense distance in this regard.
At this moment, the thread of profundity displayed by the Imperial Lord was lofty indeed, yet it had not gone beyond Zhao Cheng's understanding.
But that was only because he had opened many cheats—and opened them wide.
Had it been someone else, such as Wuluo, even if he too had entered a quasi-unique state at this moment, he would probably have dropped