The Sun Saint did not even need to think to reach the relevant conclusion.
He would die before Naimus did.
And Naimus would seize the achievement of Historical Rank, then use it as a link to establish a connection with the world's possibilities and escape alive.
At this moment, the end had already converged. Everything would return to mud.
As long as thought vanished, and the initial driving force from zero to one—the power of primordial fate—ceased to exist, everything would return to the original mud.
As for what true mud was actually like, perhaps aside from fate itself, no one's description was accurate.
Amid such a terrifying disaster, the Sun Saint discovered that he had no particularly good way to deal with the present crisis.
His power was constantly dissolving, and the only thing sustaining him was thought.
Using thought to break through the unknown, then differentiate that unknown and give rise to differing properties.
Then, based on those various properties, he could perceive them and assign them concepts.
And use causality to connect those concepts.
Causal phenomena intertwined, arising and perishing unpredictably, evolving into an ending.
Only then could life come into being.
Only by completing this entire sequence could one survive in the current state.
Even a god would find it difficult to accomplish this under such circumstances.
In other words, if he wanted to live, he could only flee.
So...
Should I run? The thought arose in the Sun Saint's mind.
His connection to the Sun God still remained. As long as he used that connection, he could rely on the Sun God's mighty power to summon his soul back.
As for his body, it was merely energy and matter. Given his status, he could freely acquire all kinds of high-energy materials. He could be reborn