"Erase all the heavens?"
Black-Robed Si Chen repeated his other self's words, then suddenly gave a soft laugh.
"That would indeed settle everything once and for all."
"Five billion years, or ten billion-for us, it would indeed be no more than one great dream."
"But without those people who drink tea beneath the trees, without those living beings who squabble over a few spirit stones, without that donkey who fights for favor over a cushion..."
The smile slowly faded from his lips. "Wouldn't those endless years be far too dull?"
The disappointment on White-Robed Si Chen's face deepened. "Dullness is no flaw in the Great Dao. The collapse of order is the sickness of heaven and earth. Your concerns are meaningless."
"You don't get to decide whether they have meaning." Black-Robed Si Chen slowly took a few steps forward.
"Since I've walked through this mortal world, made a few good friends, and drunk a few good cups of tea... I won't let you erase it all."
"You're beyond reason!"
The instant White-Robed Si Chen finished speaking, he struck.
BOOM!!!
Two supreme powers, born of the same source yet utterly opposed, collided in the desolate Starfield!
The moment they clashed, the very concepts of "space" and "time" in this Starfield were crushed to pieces!
Protected within the Solar Corona Halo, Ancestor Si Ming and the others watched the world outside in utter horror.
All they could see were two afterimages, one black and one white, constantly crossing in nothingness, while the stars around them were annihilated and reassembled.
They shaped laws at will, then casually crushed them.
Yet this clash at the pinnacle, worthy of a place in the annals of all the heavens, did not last long.
Thump.
Their palms lightly met in the void, then they each drew back,