The Limits of What One Could Bear

The moment Primordial Fear retreated, the entire Void Domain began to collapse.

It was not destruction, but transformation.

That darkness which had never been illuminated, under the combined force of 370 million gazes and 37 billion voices saying thank you, showed light for the first time.

It was not light shining in from elsewhere. It had begun to glow on its own.

Primordial Source stared blankly at the scene and murmured, "That's impossible... How could Primordial Fear's domain light up by itself..."

Lin Ye said softly, "Because it was seen."

He pointed at the collapsing darkness.

"It believed itself to be 'nothing,' so it could devour all that was 'something.' But the moment it was seen by 'something,' it was no longer pure 'nothing.' It bore the mark of existence."

Primordial Source remained silent for a long time.

Then he smiled.

There was a sense of release in that smile, one he had never known through endless epochs.

"So that's how it is," he said softly. "I always thought that opposing Primordial Fear required greater power, more civilizations, more perfect burden-bearing. But I was wrong. All it needed was... to be seen."

He looked at Lin Ye.

"You taught me something."

"What?"

"Existence was never a solitary thing."

Lin Ye did not answer.

He simply watched the 37 billion waves awakening, watched them fly from Primordial Source one after another and slowly take shape within that newborn radiance.

Every process of taking shape was a rebirth.

Every reborn light illuminated another wave still asleep.

All 37 billion were illuminating one another.

The process lasted seven days and seven nights.

On the morning of the seventh day, when the final wave finally took shape, points of light appeared on Primordial Source's cloak for the first time.

Not one, nor a hundred,