"You really are crazy."
Merlin said coldly. He did not believe that Mata and the others could succeed. If the Void Realm could be controlled so easily, then over the immensely long time since its birth, who knew how many people would already have controlled it?
"How would we know it cannot be done without trying? Besides, with the Remnant Clan destroyed, what meaning would there be even if we lived forever?"
There was a trace of determination in Mata's voice. They were the last three members of the Remnant Clan. Every day, they lived amid self-reproach and memories. Such days stretched on without end, and at this moment, endless life was instead a torment with no end in sight.
After a long silence, Merlin raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "What are you planning to do?"
"Do you see those threads of Rule Power? At the end of those threads must lie the true core within the Rule Origin. If we want to control the Rule Origin, we only need to find that place."
Mata spoke in a low voice. It seemed they had prepared for this long ago.
"I'll go with you!"
Though he felt it was almost impossible for them to succeed, how could Merlin bear to miss such an opportunity? Naturally, he had to go and see for himself.
"Good. Then let's keep searching."
Mata and the others had released all their energy. At once, a vast vacuum appeared around them, preventing the erosion of Rule Power. Of course, with Rule Power everywhere around them, their pace became unimaginably slow.
Day after day, year after year. Perhaps Mata and the others did not care about time at all. But Merlin was very sensitive to it. From the time he had arrived in this