What they were doing was merely deceiving themselves.
Among the living beings, watching one Golden Immortal after another commit suicide, the remaining Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals wore despairing expressions as well, and one by one began to pass away where they sat.
There was no hope left anyway. They could no longer go on living.
Rather than wait desperately for death, they would take one step ahead of it themselves—refusing to yield, refusing to admit defeat.
Such despair was contagious.
The Golden Immortals' suicides led to the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals' suicides, followed by the True Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, and Earth Immortals.
Some powerful cultivators also broke down and began slaughtering indiscriminately, yet no other powerful cultivator bothered to stop them.
Kill, then. Everyone would die in the end anyway; it did not matter how many were killed.
Ye Lin simply watched in silence, watching these despairing people.
If he had not stepped into the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, then perhaps when the Star River Cosmos was destroyed in the future, he too would have been one of them.
Though he was a Daluo Golden Immortal, what did that amount to in the entire Boundary Sea?
The Dao had no end. At this moment, Ye Lin gained a deeper understanding of those four words.
If, one day in the future, the Boundary Sea were to be destroyed like this as well, what role would he play within it?
Was so-called Transcendence merely leaping from a small pond into a larger one?
Ye Lin opened his palm and stared at it blankly.
The next moment, Ye Lin abruptly clenched his fist.
"No, my destiny will never be like this."
"The Dao has no end, then I will keep walking, keep charging forward, until I reach its end."
"Disaster will always be