In ages past, whenever a Grand Sovereign emerged, all directions would bow in worship, and all races would revere them together.
But now, the Ancient Cosmos was steeped in deathly silence. Though the surviving living beings were shaken to the core, what filled them even more was numbness.
Though the restart of the Ancient Cosmos had been halted, and the universe itself seemed to have suffered no further harm, to the lives within the Ancient Cosmos, it had been a world-ending catastrophe.
For dimensional worlds, let alone collapse, even a simple displacement could trigger violent chain reactions.
To onlookers, the lives lost in this disaster were merely numbers. Ten thousand and ten trillion did not seem so far apart. But to the survivors, those numbers contained their families, their closest friends, their partners, their children...
More importantly, they had all witnessed Gods and Devils emerge with audacious force, walking out from sealed forbidden zones. With every gesture, vast numbers of dimensional worlds perished. Even Grand Sovereigns were fragile before such beings.
Once they realized that the Ancient Cosmos hid beings like these, many people came to feel that it was a place where hope simply did not exist.
At that thought, many lives that had endured countless hardships could not help but weep bitterly.
Only a tiny few still had flames in their eyes that had never gone out. Despair could strike down many, but not everyone.
No matter the age, no matter the circumstances, there would always be those who fought their way upstream against the current...
At that moment, Zhao Cheng sensed the thoughts of countless beings. The Ancient Cosmos had not fallen completely silent. More than that, he knew that with a single thought, he could descend directly beside any life that had formed a thought connected