Infinite versions of himself had made countless choices, but was everything before him truly what he wanted? Luo Qi released all the civilizations within his body into the universe.
After doing that small thing, he brushed the front of his clothes and stepped across the universe, seemingly passing from its starlight into endless night in an instant.
The void-at this moment, it was no longer empty nothingness. In Luo Qi's eyes, it was a dark gray mist, a limiter restraining the "forces" within universes, like something that kept water and mercury from mingling.
The cluster of universes spread out like countless scattered grains of sand, yet in a sense, they also existed within other universes. Luo Qi seemed to have become one of its administrators: a thought from him, and the universes moved.
The largest universe at the center was presumably the entity overseeing countless individual universes, an existence akin to a mother.
Would the universe ultimately be destroyed? Did universes progress from order to disorder? Regional Administrators? Order Breakers? Invaders of universes?
They were merely a few grains of sand among infinite universes, their accidental collisions creating insignificant ripples.
These were reflections and conclusions drawn by living beings from what they encountered at different stages of time, along different paths. Looking back later, they might even laugh at themselves.
Luo Qi gazed toward the center of the endless universes. There must have been beings on his level there, but at this moment, he had no desire to go there. He turned toward the endless mist.
Was this entire world a real illusion, or an illusory reality? Luo Qi had never felt so conflicted. To him now, the universe was nothing more than a trick.
He did not need to go to the center to receive cheers, nor did he