An unknown place.
The power of origin swirled around them. The beginning and final destination of all universes were born here, and from here, they were utterly annihilated.
Nine phantom figures sat high above the void. Different powers of origin stirred ripples through time and space.
They seemed to belong to the present, yet also seemed to dwell in the past. One could even glimpse the future within them.
At this moment, all nine phantom figures opened their eyes at once, peering through endless time and space to see all karma and causality.
Someone had broken through to become a Lord of Origin?
One of the phantom figures wore a strange expression. As the one who had lived the longest among them, He had seen far too many astonishing Heaven's Chosen and far too many who had attempted to break through the shackles of the nine great origins.
Yet not a single one had ultimately broken through the origin.
Since ancient times, the nine great origins had remained constant.
So much so that He Himself had never believed anyone could break past the limit of their number.
"That one truly succeeded?"
A Lord of Origin brimming with the aura of life spoke, His voice ethereal as it echoed through this gathered place.
The others also seemed to think of something, their expressions turning strange.
"That one has always been trying to create a new origin existence, but..."
The Lord of Life and Death spoke, but after only half a sentence, the rest of His words fell silent.
They knew better than anyone how powerful that one was.
They also knew that one had His own purpose. Yet many things could not be spoken aloud. Once too much was involved, that one would become aware of it as well.
"The nine