"The times have changed..."
Qin Tailai's soul form manifested. He had seen grand spectacles before, but even for him, this was the first time witnessing a scene like this.
As for Zhao Cheng's battle to attain the Dao, though he had been there, he had been killed too quickly. And at the time, he had only been a half-Sovereign, unable to see any of the crucial parts before being reduced entirely to ash.
At this moment, let alone Xi Yuan, that young man—even Qin Tailai himself was deeply experiencing for the first time what "ruthlessness" truly meant.
This great battle had lasted only a few short seconds from beginning to now?!
Yet in that fleeting span, the once-prosperous multiverse had become ruins. Countless starfields, countless universes, countless dimensions, countless spacetime continuums, countless living beings—all had been ground into powder.
Whether one was the lowliest ant, an immortal who had attained longevity and roamed free and unrestrained, or a creator who had illuminated their other selves and explored the multiverse, there was no difference whatsoever amid such a storm of destruction.
And what had wrought all this was not even the deliberate assault of the mighty, but merely the aftershocks of colliding divine abilities.
Yet to the mighty, to the dimensions themselves, this terrifying sight of the heavens' destruction amounted to nothing.
How much had been emptied into nothingness?!
Yet it was no more than an instant in an era.
Once the battle ceased, the multiverse would evolve anew. Time and history would continue, new life would always be born, and with a little more passage of years, there would once again be a flourishing scene brimming with vitality.
Indeed, whatever they wanted the worlds to be, the worlds could become. They could shape them wholly as they pleased.
To create