As he listened to Taichu's words.
Si Chen lowered his eyes and sank into a long silence.
So long as he lived, even if the world was riddled with wounds.
This was probably the most humble concession this Creator could offer.
He looked at his palm.
From the moment he took back the sun origin source, he had known how it would end.
A black hole and a star, life and destruction-the two could never coexist at their peaks within the same space and time.
The black hole's instincts were endlessly rejecting the sun.
He was now no more than an afterimage of his former self. His time was running out.
Si Chen sighed softly.
"Taichu."
He raised his head and met those eyes identical to his own, his voice carrying a trace of apology:
"I'm sorry."
Taichu frowned.
But by then, Si Chen had already raised his right hand, his fingers spread loosely.
Boom!!!
A golden branch reached out from the depths of nothingness.
Then the phantom of an immense tree, so vast its edges were beyond sight, rose from the ground in dazzling divine radiance.
The Fusang Divine Tree!
When Si Chen's physical body perished, the avatar that had guarded the depths of the divine tree in his stead had long since silently dispersed.
Fortunately, time had already been frozen. Otherwise, without Si Chen's power sustaining the Fusang Divine Tree, those lower worlds would have collapsed long ago.
Taichu's expression changed as he looked at the tree.
He sensed Si Chen's presence growing ever weaker.
"What are you going to do!?"
Si Chen smiled.
He grasped at the empty space before him with his left hand, and a thin sheet of paper appeared.
It was the River Chart New World, which had merged with the Netherworld and Luo