"Only two? Since Primordial Ones cannot interfere with each other's time and space, then how would two Primordials in one Great Universe coexist? Could they communicate with or interfere with each other?"
Lin Xin had struck at the crucial point.
"They cannot interfere with each other either. Because one's own history cannot be changed." The Storm Emperor smiled.
"Then what can Primordials control?"
Lin Xin frowned.
"They can control the time and space of all non-Primordial Ones," the Storm Emperor answered.
"What does that mean?"
"Don't you understand yet?" The Storm Emperor explained carefully.
"In one Great Universe, only two Primordial Ones exist. From the moment you become a Primordial, there are only two of you in this Great Universe—two Primordial Ones."
"Two of me?"
Lin Xin suddenly seemed to grasp something.
"What do you think happens after a soul dies? Do you know?" the Storm Emperor asked in return.
"I only know what happens after living beings die."
Lin Xin answered.
"That is precisely it."
Storm turned around and studied Lin Xin closely, a trace of envy flickering in his eyes.
"We are Primordial Ones. We live in the Broken Sea, and we are the greatest beings among all dimensions and all universes. Our existence spreads throughout countless worlds, countless universes. Everything we are permeates and runs through all known things."
He paused.
"I have drifted off topic. But you must understand that after a soul completely falls, it actually enters another world, another time and space.
"That is a universe entirely opposite to this one."
"You mean an antimatter universe?" Lin Xin began to understand.
"I prefer to call it a virtualized universe. Everything there moves from death and old age, continuously toward youth. Every phenomenon of time and space flows backward there."
The Storm Emperor explained.
"So