"As for how to truly raise your limit casting to the 'Light (concept)' level, actually... even we don't know enough about its underlying logic."
"That already lies beyond the boundaries of the permissions we can access."
"On this path, you can only rely entirely on yourself to explore and break through!"
"But this mirrored Fated Black River is so vast. It has imprinted everything left behind by that glorious age."
"As long as you have enough time to explore and try, with your comprehension, you will surely find your own method of ultimate transformation on this ancient land!"
Sincere farewells rang out, each entrustment filled with hope.
One "Wenwan" after another held her own microscopic world high, voluntarily asking Zhou Heng to converge it without reservation.
For the Supreme Three Heroes, this had originally been a long, despairing task that would take a full century of painstaking searches for needles in a haystack.
Before Zhou Heng, who could split off 450,000 versions of himself every second, the entire situation advanced at an incredible pace.
Tens of millions, hundreds of millions of Zhou Hengs blanketed the entire Fated Black River.
With every breath, millions of microscopic worlds were precisely located.
With every snap of the fingers, thousands upon thousands of lingering images of girls who had endured cycles of suffering smiled as they turned into starlight in his palm, finding release as they dispersed.
Under this high-speed advance, which bordered on brute-force enumeration, Zhou Heng swiftly gathered the remaining 500 billion "Wenwan" microscopic worlds with unstoppable momentum.
At this point, it was only the tenth year of the century-long deadline previously mentioned by the "Fate Hint"!
Countless Zhou Hengs stood throughout the mirrored world of the "Fated Black River."
On the wasteland at the Black River's farthest edge, the last