The Eternal Prophecy

Myriad-Era Prophecy

Shock, bewilderment, grief, emptiness—

All manner of emotions swept across the entire Pool Kingdom in an instant.

The pride of a civilization that had endured for countless ages was smashed to pieces in this moment.

The queen stood upon Zhang Sanxian's fingertip, her tiny body trembling faintly.

Looking at the familiar yet alien world beneath her feet, boundless sorrow filled her voice. "We—we are actually so insignificant. The long history of my Pool Kingdom, its glorious legacy... before the true heaven and earth, are they—are they truly so utterly meaningless?"

Zhang Sanxian withdrew the shared vision and looked at the queen on his fingertip, who had fallen into self-doubt. His voice was calm. "Meaning?"

He gently shook his head. There was no pity in his tone, only a detached serenity. "What is small? What is vast? The distinction of size depends on where one stands.

"A grain of dust may contain a great thousand worlds; a universe, perhaps, is merely a speck of dust in another's palm."

Zhang Sanxian's gaze swept over the billions of tiny people below who were looking up at him. He said evenly, "For hundreds of billions of years, you have known peace, with no calamities or tribulations, your existence unbroken, all living and working in peace and contentment.

"Such harmony has already far surpassed the outer universe, where beacon fires stretch across the heavens and worlds are destroyed at the slightest turn.

"In this turbulent world, you have guarded a pure land and continued your civilization to this day.

"That in itself is the greatest meaning. It is the supreme blessing your ancestors won for you.

"Do not learn how vast this world is, only to deny the weight of your own civilization."

Zhang Sanxian's words were like great bells and solemn chimes,