Zhao Xiaoxiang arrived at the Dao Field of the Sages. She first took the ritual vessels that Blood Saint and the others had forged at enormous cost and with great effort, then waited a while before taking the altar created by the Sages of the Primordial Lineage. She did not linger in the Dao Field of the Sages, instead hurrying down to the lower realm to make preparations.
For this grand sacrifice to succeed completely, the right time, the right place, and the right people were all indispensable.
People in particular. The arising, passing, and shifting of all those karmic ties were beyond even the Sages' ability to interfere with. Otherwise, Zhao Xiaoxiang would not have needed to come personally for the altar and ritual vessels.
With the Sages' divine abilities, they might appear weak when matters touched upon the transdimensional level, but beneath the dimensions, they had already reached the pinnacle.
Immortality, eternity, and Yuanshi—these three levels had no essential qualitative difference in the nature of life. Only their scale differed.
Yet to lives below Immortality, all of them possessed irresistible, overwhelming might.
It was like looking at humans from an ant's perspective. They were all mighty giants—how could an ant tell the difference between a couch potato and the world boxing champion?!
Zhao Xiaoxiang departed in haste, while Blood Saint remained standing dumbly in his own Dao Field. He stared blankly at the multiverse below—or rather, at one corner of dimensional spacetime—and at that stream of light cleaving through heaven and earth, saying nothing for a long while.
To lives below Immortality, the multiverse was already the broadest world they could behold. But upon reaching Immortality, one could already see portions of the dimensions.
Those below Immortality could likewise touch time, even travel through past and future, but