Infinite Space.
A grand competition began.
The Yellow Emperor's contestant was Zhang Shixiong, the True-Self Perfect One's contestant was Di Shikun, Zhang Sen's contestant was the Roaring Earth Hound, and Bai He's contestant was a man with a slightly chilly aura...
At that moment, Hawkins suddenly appeared, carrying someone in his hand.
"You finally came." Sa smiled at Hawkins.
Hawkins sighed. "My process of Transcendence wasn't passionate in the slightest. Why is someone still writing it?"
"Most Transcendent Ones' paths to Transcendence aren't passionate at all. Invincibility means every enemy is no more than an ant—how could that possibly get your blood boiling?" the Yellow Emperor said as he picked his nose.
If someone could still get worked up and shout at ants, that sort of person could never achieve Transcendence.
The True-Self Perfect One smiled. "Exactly. Even when I attained Perfection, it wasn't exciting. It felt rather ordinary."
"In essence, Hawkins is an existence that cannot die or be destroyed. When the balance of life and death is broken, it signifies the ultimate equilibrium of life and death. That kind of power already carries the flavor of Infinity. Hawkins attaining enlightenment from it was inevitable in itself. What's so passionate about that?" Zhang Sen drawled lazily, unable to resist mocking Hawkins.
Looking back from the future, it was actually crystal clear who could achieve Transcendence and who could not.
It was true that everyone could achieve Transcendence, but the time required was simply too long—so long that they would never have any intersection with one another, or even be bothered to have one.
It was like people living in two different spacetime dimensions at once. Neither side had any interest in the other.
"By the way, where's that good buddy of yours?" the True-Self Perfect One asked.
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