"It is more terrifying than you imagine. Across the ages, countless stretches of spacetime have been destroyed by their Grand Sacrifices, and countless dead beings have been harvested as offerings. Even I once fell. It even involves the secret of transcendence, and I dare not lightly peer into its source."
Lin Yue spoke. The one buried on the Plateau had already transcended. He had not even died; he had merely sealed his own consciousness, plunging himself into a contradictory state of exile.
Of course, strictly speaking, the one on the Plateau could no longer be killed. Contrary to the Dao and beyond all concepts, he embodied transcendent authority. Past and present were indistinguishable, and the Myriad Heavens existed within a single thought. So long as that thought remained, all worlds were truly reflected into existence, disregarding the concepts of years and time. He had truly transcended into the nameless, beyond anything that could describe him. Fortunately, he bore no malice, or everything would have been futile.
It was as though his own will was defying the authority he controlled. In other words, when someone possessing that transcendent status wished to separate his will from his omnipotent authority, should the status itself obey that will?
If it obeyed, he would abandon his transcendent authority and become mortal, yet such transcendent authority could not be abandoned. If it disobeyed, his will could not be defied. To the Myriad Heavens and Realms, this was more like a catastrophe triggered by the exile of authority.
Yet they were the ones who suffered. Sometimes, Lin Yue truly wanted to seize him, land a few vicious punches, seal his status, and then toss him into a factory to work nine to nine, six days a week, for a few months.
*Don't you want to become mortal?