Author: Three Hundred Jin's SmileLast Updated: 2020-08-13Chapter Word Count: 5344 words
Meng Mei was still praying. Holding the statue of the Creator God, acknowledging the universe's ultimate and magnificent existence, she sought to make Him collapse from an uncertain, entangled state into concrete reality.
"After all, this shouldn't affect the universe's history! I never intended to influence this era, to become powerful, or to interfere with the grand scheme of the Saints. I merely wish to study other things." She whispered to herself, asserting that her sole purpose was to research the Creator God and the entire universe. She saw herself as the most devout seeker of truth.
A good while passed.
Above the desolate planet of dirt and rock, the sky suddenly trembled slightly. An ancient, ethereal figure gradually coalesced. He seemed to emerge from the deepest reaches of the cosmos, bringing forth unimaginable visions of the Great Dao with each step.
Meng Mei's eyes lit up completely. "It worked!"
Xu Zhi walked step by step. After all, he was destined to appear, embodying the rules. Previously, the concept of the Creator God only manifested within the Zerg. But now, as the true Creator God, he naturally had to fulfill his duties, holding implicit authority over the entire cosmos. As a fundamental concept within the universe, anyone who grasped the idea of the Creator God had the potential to bring Him into concrete reality. Moreover, he had largely concluded his various tasks and could afford some leisure time, which made it a perfect opportunity to meet Meng Mei.
"It's you," the God of Destruction said calmly.
Meng Mei instantly became excited, exclaiming, "Venerable Being of the Great Dao, you actually recognize me?" She immediately realized that this universe's God of Destruction possessed an extra layer of sentience, a truly human-like self-awareness. Evidently, He was strategizing, orchestrating something. After all, if He were truly a Creator God devoid of self-awareness, He would certainly not have created this miniature universe to destroy the outer cosmos and defeat its Creator God. The God of Destruction had indeed gained self-awareness, a very mysterious development.
"You've seen me?" Meng Mei couldn't help but ask again.
"Tens of billions of years ago, I naturally encountered you. You, too, saw me several times, and we even had a few brief conversations. In the Dimensional Courtyard, you were once the 'Escaped One,' a being that introduced variables."
The God of Destruction, hands clasped behind His back, calmly stated, "I have forgotten none of the universe's history or its records. You belong to an era over ten billion years ago, having once been a Dao-enlightened Saint who achieved remarkable feats in a multiverse, your renown echoing throughout that cosmos. Yet, all of that is in the future. To Me, however, your future remains tens of billions of years in the past; even a Saint's lifespan of tens of millions of years is but a fleeting ripple."
This revelation was overwhelming!
"Met tens of billions of years ago? We've only just met; how could it have been tens of billions of years? The current universe itself is only a little over fourteen billion years old."
"Wait a minute!" Meng Mei took a deep breath, her mind racing.
"This God of Destruction isn't the Creator God of the current timeline; He comes from the future, tens of billions of years from now. He belongs to a universe in its declining age, an ancient, decaying Creator God. To Him, arriving from the distant future, I am indeed an ephemeral existence from tens of billions of years ago, incredibly distant. I am merely a transient traveler in an immense span of time, subject to birth, old age, sickness, and death—utterly ordinary!"
"So, in the future, I will have already become a Dao-enlightened Saint of the Great Dao before I die? My future accomplishments won't be insignificant? That's incredible!" Her face lit up with excitement, an uncontainable joy surging through her, utterly exhilarating.
"Indeed! The future me, alongside Qiu Mingshan Che Su and others, will collaborate to perfect the Cloud Star Dao Fruit. We will also develop a new type of mutated composite bloodline, successfully using the Cloud Star Dao Fruit to unlock dormant bloodlines, thereby re-completing the Dao foundation, achieving perfect Ninth-Tier, and then breaking through to become a Tenth-Tier ultimate Saint, attaining the Dao of the universe!"
But the very next second, she seemed to recall something else, her expression falling, her heart trembling.
"However, I died! I died tens of billions of years ago. Although I appeared to be a significant wave in an era, achieving extraordinary feats, in reality, I was utterly unremarkable in the vast historical expanse of the great universe! Merely one among countless Saints of that era, quite insignificant."
Anyone who learned of their own predetermined death would feel such a complex mix of emotions. Even Meng Mei, despite knowing her immense accomplishments and successful breakthrough to Tenth-Tier Dao attainment, felt a sense of unresigned bitterness.
"I did not achieve my ultimate goal! I didn't even fulfill my dream of approaching the Creator God! Moreover, throughout my entire life, I never even reached the level of a Multidimensional Saint, never traversed the Chaos Sea. I was merely an ordinary Saint, then I aged and perished!"
Meng Mei was profoundly shaken; her own future had unexpectedly been laid bare before her.
"It seems that in the future era, the achievements of Qiu Mingshan Che Su, the Alchemist Emperor, and others won't surpass mine. They'll likely be similar, reaching only the level of ordinary Saints and perishing without ever attaining multidimensional enlightenment!"
"Our generation of players, with our revived Earth civilization—the 'Little TV' Earth civilization we brought forth—failed to achieve true power! It appears our efforts to influence that man, Zhang Youling, perhaps only managed to awaken a small territory, never reaching true glory, or we were ultimately defeated by a Multidimensional Saint."
"I just don't know if, after our demise, Emperor Qi, Caroline, and others embarked on the path of Multidimensional Saints? Did they become immensely powerful?"
"I don't know if, after our demise, who triumphed in the war between those three great beings: Reinmansiga, the Primordial God, and Lunar Goddess Ji?"
She contemplated the many events destined to unfold in the future, her heart overflowing with complex emotions. The players' accomplishments were seemingly destined to fall short of reaching the ultimate multidimensional civilization, yet they deeply hoped to witness whether the Primordial God's final battle would indeed defeat Lunar Goddess Ji.
She desperately wanted to know the ultimate fate after her own demise—the Buddhist-Daoist war within Chinese civilization—but she suddenly fell silent, uttering bitterly, "Regardless of the final outcome—whether glorious brilliance or a fleeting demise—it will all be dust in history. Tens of billions of years from now, it will amount to no more than a ripple slightly larger than my own, utterly unremarkable."
In that moment, she felt nothing but profound shock, as if submerged by the deep sea, accompanied by a profound sense of powerlessness and dread. Time is the greatest power. All their bonds and grievances will be buried by the future. Perhaps their ruins will be unearthed by civilizations of distant ages, or their gravestones, like stars, will be eternally etched into the cosmic Great Dao atlas, becoming one of the brighter constellations. Tens of billions of years hence, Saints of future eras might, in their leisure, reflect upon the legacies etched upon the tombs of Qiu Mingshan Che Su, Meng Mei, and the Alchemist Emperor, pondering who they were and what roles they played in the torrent of history.
"What will become of our civilization's future?" Meng Mei, having pondered too much, finally couldn't help but ask, "Our impending war—"
"Does that matter?" The God of Destruction's expression remained unchanged. He simply said, "All futures have already changed. Just as I spoke of your future attainment of Sainthood, that future is no longer the same. Destiny itself was altered the moment I descended into this spacetime. Perhaps your accomplishments will now be greater, or perhaps this time, you will perish without ever attaining Sainthood."
At that moment, Meng Mei's mind jolted, her thoughts thundering. Yes, everything had changed. The descent of the God of Destruction—this ancient, distant Creator God from future spacetime—into this cosmic timeline signified that all beings in the universe faced a boundless calamity of heaven and earth. The universe was on the brink of destruction, a catastrophe from which no one could escape, and no one could avoid. Destiny was no longer the same.
Meng Mei seemed to experience a sudden enlightenment, abruptly realizing that this was a pivotal variable, and indeed her greatest opportunity: the chance to alter her own future and achieve transcendence. She instantly became excited, quietly drawing closer. She couldn't help but look at the God of Destruction and declared, "You are charting the course for the entire grand universe, recreating heaven and earth, re-establishing fundamental laws and the very elements of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. I am willing to serve you, to be at your side at any time."
Xu Zhi cast a sidelong glance at Meng Mei, not having expected her to be so brazen, so persistently shameless.
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