But they also saw the inescapable fate.
The Outer Realm Demons, temporarily held beyond the world by the Heavenly Emperor, had returned.
This time, they were even more powerful than before.
Though the myriad races resisted with all their lives, they were ultimately unable to contend against those terrifying beings.
They saw the remnant soul left behind by the Heavenly Emperor awaken from its slumber.
With the last of his strength, he completely sealed this world on the brink of collapse.
He delayed the Outer Realm Demons' invasion and left behind one final spark for their newborn era.
They saw that the world they now inhabited was merely a sealed prison.
The demons had only been temporarily kept beyond the world.
They could return at any moment.
And erase their fragile world from the universe entirely.
They saw that desperate future, shrouded in darkness.
They saw how the homeland they had spent their lives protecting became ruins in that great calamity.
They saw how the loved ones and compatriots they had spent their lives protecting wailed and struggled amid that calamity, before finally vanishing into nothingness.
They saw how that woman in white, pure as snow, had willingly given up her life in that calamity to protect them, the last survivors.
They saw how that gentle and compassionate monk had willingly given up his life in that calamity to protect them, the last survivors.
They saw how that peerlessly beautiful demoness had willingly given up her life in that calamity to protect them, the last survivors.
They saw everything.
Their hearts had long since been drowned in boundless grief.
Their Dao hearts, too, teetered on the verge of collapse beneath those repeated shocks.
It was as though they had fallen into an endless cycle, able only to watch helplessly as