Chapter 1095: 归宿

In the dark and profound universe,

Shi Rendie gently rocked the baby carriage, his gaze fixed on the battlefield below. His face had long been devoid of any emotion, as if he had been waiting for this day for an eternity.

The three Yuanlan Celestials could not foresee such a future.

This was because Shi Rendie had used a higher-tier bloodline technique of their own race to block their perceptions.

The infant in the cradle looked towards the starry battlefield, its voice growing hoarser, deeper, and more resounding, "The three Celestials know nothing. They will accompany you to their deaths, consumed by hatred for you. They are the three children you valued most, yet you drag them along with you to ruin. You have completely changed."

For the first time, Shi Rendie fell silent.

He was not a good father. The domineering man, so overwhelmingly powerful in their eyes, had surprisingly succumbed to fate.

The infant said in a low voice, "They ultimately dared not imagine that you faked your death back then. With their intellect, how could they have suspected you might feign death to escape, then secretly seize their Dao seeds? But they never thought that way. In their youth, that heroic, tall man had always been rooted in their hearts."

"Nor did they know that you had been controlling the ancient Fallen civilization all along. From the start, you had a scheme, using other identities to bear and raise them, with ulterior motives. They never imagined you would engage in this impending final battle with them."

Sitting in the cradle, the infant revealed a faint smile, gazing across the distance at the command platform on the opposing battlefield.

"They thought you had changed. They believed their birth was a conspiracy from the beginning, designed to wait until they broke through to the Tenth Tier before you killed them. They believed they would ultimately be killed by you, consumed by resentment, following the conventional historical path, confronting the supreme existence, and paving the way for a breakthrough to the ultimate Tenth Tier—

—Yet they never realized you had never changed. You remained that absurd man, even willing to sacrifice your own children and bring about the downfall of the entire Yuanlan race to forge a new future for this land."

Even he had to marvel.

How laughable, lamentable, and tragic this was.

To die bearing the resentment and curses of his three children—yet despite everything, he found it difficult to feel any disgust towards Shi Rendie, a martyr who silently chose to accept his fate for the sake of an ideal.

This tall, handsome man possessed an unimaginable personal charisma, drawing others to instinctively follow him, like a focal point, as he journeyed towards a distant future.

But he was born at the wrong time. With his talent, if it weren't for the lateness of the hour, if he had lived in the same era as that supreme Tenth-Tier Ultimate being, he would have easily crushed them.

Just as he said, this was destiny, decreed in the shadows.

With their future path severed by that supreme existence, given no time, no chance, even the strongest successor was doomed to bitter regret.

This was the cruelty of the universe.

This was the ruthlessness of the Great Dao.

Eight-Tier Deities, Nine-Tier Dao Achievers, and those of the Tenth Tier—how many bloody corpses had fallen on each of these paths?

Now, their civilization was also doomed to fall, without question.

All efforts were to turn into insignificant, laughable dust. This was fate.

"The world is too vast and immense, and too cruel, leaving no room for mercy. Everything is predestined in the dark. No matter how hard you or I try, we cannot change it. You've seen the future, so why trouble yourself?"

Shi Rendie looked down at the battle below—the Witches' Night, and the various brutal struggles. "You should know that we cannot defeat such an existence. This is fate; we have already seen it."

"Seeing the future doesn't mean I can accept such a future." The voice from the cradle grew weaker, filled with unyielding defiance.

He also tried to struggle, but was utterly unable to break free from that fate.

When they observed this fate from the distant future and saw that hidden, supreme existence, that very existence also cast its gaze upon them, taking notice.

This completely signified the impossibility of resistance.

"You still don't understand me."

The tall, robust man revealed a gentle smile, looking down at the entire scene of carnage. "But the final moment has arrived, whether you can accept it or not, even though it inexplicably arrived over a hundred thousand years early."

A wail erupted!

The infant in his arms remained silent for a long time, then began to sob violently, crying uncontrollably, heartbroken, with tears streaming down its face.

"Hope?? There's no hope. There never was any hope from the beginning."

As always, Shi Rendie gently held the wailing infant in the baby carriage, rocking it continuously.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

This scene strongly resembled a benevolent father comforting the infant in his arms.

Countless people looked up at the sky.

Naysera and her team, as part of the logistics support, were carrying out their aid work everywhere, led by a powerful Inspector.

Naysera said, somewhat surprised, "Is that the ancient leader of the Fallen civilization? The supreme overlord of the galaxy who truly controls everything? That gesture is far too strange."

The tall, burly man, radiating a fierce aura with the imposing presence of a warlord, was holding and continuously rocking and comforting a baby, creating a strong sense of incongruity.

"Is that the leader's child? He seems like a very unique leader indeed," came the voice of a Dao Achiever from another team nearby.

"Work seriously, this is war! Otherwise, you might lose your lives!" an ancient Inspector nearby, leading them in battle, said with high morale, "This is the final battle for our civilization. If we win, we can all transcend and have a true future, paving the way to the Tenth Tier!"

Everyone's spirits immediately lifted.

"Even the defeated have hope—that's what our leader told us." The Inspector looked up at the sky, his face filled with reverence. "This is the final campaign. We must achieve victory, even if it costs us everything, even our lives! The man known as the King of Time will lead us to defeat the Yuanlan Divine Realm and achieve ultimate triumph!"

"Yes, the Yuanlan Divine Realm has also revealed its final trump card: a hundred weak Tenth-Tiers. That number is terrifyingly unimaginable. We must break through this predicament!"

They had no idea what was truly about to happen.

It was as if a dream had been woven for them, just as they had been told.

"That infant—" someone asked.

The Inspector smiled and said, "That's reportedly the King of Time's younger brother. He was trying to do something very evil, to thwart the King's plans, so the King of Time confined his time and sealed his power, turning him into an infant. It's said that he's even become childish. Many people have seen the infant cry frequently, and the King comforts him like a father."

Everyone looked up.

Holding and nurturing the infant, this scene was deeply strange, yet it conveyed an incredibly loving feeling.

"Continue the fight," the Inspector commanded, leading the group forward.

Among them, Reinmansga subtly raised his head, looking at the utterly mysterious man, feeling a sense of bewilderment.