Chapter 1275: Vast Momentum, Unstoppable

"This person, why are they spacing out more and more?" Xu Zhi said, sipping tea in exasperation as he looked at Pheasant Ji beside him.

Pheasant Ji, however, was astonished to her core.

Even if they could live into the distant future, sailing on the great ship of longevity to the Age of Dharma Decline, they still faced an almost desperate and thorny problem:

The Twilight of the Saints!

Not only the Saints of the entire Nine Yuan Universe would face this twilight, but even these ancient beings would not be spared!

What is the Twilight of the Saints?

When the last incomplete rule of the universe is completely fulfilled, it means the universe becomes perfectly complete and flawless, no longer requiring Saints to mend the Dao rules. The door to Tenth-tier Saints... would completely close.

Tenth-tier Saints would also fall, as the order of the Grand Dao of Heaven and Earth becomes perfect, directly reducing them to Ninth-tier Dao Attainers.

At that time, the highest power in the universe would be Ninth-tier.

But Ninth-tier would only be the beginning!

Ninth-tier would quickly fall to Eighth-tier!

Because with the Grand Dao complete, a Ninth-tier Dao Attainer could no longer twist the rules of the universe. Only incompleteness, with loopholes, allowed for distortion.

This was a very simple principle.

"Only if this perfect vase has flaws or gaps can it distort the rules of the universe through those openings," Pheasant Ji murmured. "So, can we intentionally leave a final sliver of imperfection to prevent the last Saint from attaining Dao? That's impossible!"

Could you simply tell someone not to attain Dao, and they wouldn't?

Who would care about the deluge after them?

Becoming a Saint and living one's life as a Saint would be the best choice.

And their Longevity Dao Palace had no way to stop it.

Because monitoring the entire universe to prevent all Ninth-tier Dao Attainers from attaining Dao was unrealistic... such a level of surveillance was simply impossible!

The universe's eruption, growth, and the Age of Dharma Decline were almost inevitable processes of cosmic development, which no one could interfere with or alter.

In the sorrowful twilight era of the coming Dharma Decline, Eighth-tier Gods would already be the top powerhouses in the universe; they could only be the strongest beings on planets.

Even crossing the starry sky would be extremely difficult!

Even though the ancient beings of the Longevity Dao Palace had solved the initial problem of surreptitious passage, they still hadn't found any way to retain their power in the Age of Dharma Decline, during the Twilight of the Saints.

If they were no longer Tenth-tier Saints, completely falling in realm, how could they, relying solely on the pathetic power of Eighth-tier Gods, leap two realms consecutively and pry open the door to the Eleventh-tier?

Only the Tenth-tier could break through to the Eleventh-tier.

But the Tenth-tier... would inevitably cease to exist!

As Yi Mang had stated back then, the Eleventh-tier was inherently a non-existent and distant cosmic paradox!

Several impossible conventional assumptions had to be overcome to see the ultimate door.

"How could it come so quickly? The seats of the Grand Dao in the universe are only six layers complete; most of them are still empty... And if it truly comes that fast, and we haven't found a solution, we can only wait for death..." Pheasant Ji's skin prickled with goosebumps.

If the Age of Dharma Decline arrived, they would fall into godhood, and all their efforts would be for naught!

"What exactly did His Highness see?"

She could only continue reading the letter.

[Ten is the ultimate number, eleven is transcendence. Such ultimate chaotic beings are the true essence of the universe. By returning to the singularity according to the perfect Dao Chart and cultivating the source of the Grand Dao, one can transcend the destruction and birth of universes, live into the next cosmic epoch, their power undiminished, transforming into a true Saint, completely eternal and immortal... I brought you nine to longevity, and I promised each of you a seat.]

Pheasant Ji remained silent.

This was why they pledged their utmost loyalty.

The nine loyal followers were each promised an ultimate seat, corresponding to each universe.

The Tenth-tier merely cultivated a "false Dao" of the universe; outside the universe, they would be useless. Only the Eleventh-tier achieved transcendence, cultivating the universe's singularity, the Grand Dao singularity where all rules condensed—the sole origin of truth!

The endless rules of this universe, split from the Grand Dao singularity, were all "false"... applicable only within this universe.

The singularity at the source was the truth.

Regardless of whether the universe exploded or collapsed, their power would be "true," usable in any cosmic epoch.

[The Age of Dharma Decline, the Twilight of the Saints, is indeed approaching; this is the future! A flourishing era of Myriad Worlds, unprecedented in antiquity, where Saints move about, producing countless Tenth-tier offspring, and the seats in the Nine Yuan Universe will inevitably fill up rapidly.]

Seeing this, Pheasant Ji fully grasped the situation.

With mutual circulation, across the nine parallel universes, the number of Saints was far more than tens of millions?

After a period of gestation, with 129,600 universes, there might be millions of Saints, if not more!

This was the terrifying, vast universe, the boundless flourishing era of Myriad Worlds...

As the saying went: Prosperity is indeed the apocalypse.

The Era of Myriad Worlds was about igniting all the universe's foundations, blooming into the most brilliant flower of this age!

The Grand Dao was about to be completed.

[I once deduced that the opportunity for the next cosmic era lay in the Sea of Chaos. The rules of the Nine Yuan Universe are already complete; the future will involve the completion of the Sea of Chaos. Yet, I did not expect such a configuration, the Chaos Universe Rain, which is far beyond my expectation.]

[Unexpectedly, the next era, the Age of the Sea of Chaos, also marks the beginning of the ultimate Age of Dharma Decline; the two coincide. But upon closer reflection, it is also fate. When the great trend of the future, the pattern of the Age of Dharma Decline, began, and the era arrived, I suddenly saw clearly.]

The Myriad Worlds!

Pheasant Ji's mind reeled, as she vaguely grasped the implication.

In the future era, all nine great universes would fully mature and head towards the Twilight of Dharma Decline. Within these universes, only gods, endless ordinary civilizations, and mortals could exist.

While the nine great universes aged, the Myriad Worlds outside would still flourish.

They could leverage this situation, hiding within the Myriad Worlds beyond the nine cosmic continents. Then, they could find a way to return and once again attempt to surreptitiously pass through, to attain Dao in the ultimate stage of the great universe.

Pheasant Ji murmured, "After all, without truly sensing that Age of Dharma Decline universe, how could we conceive of a method to preserve Tenth-tier power within it? That was wishful thinking, which is why we never found a way... But now, we can research outside this universe and discover this possibility!"

However, Pheasant Ji also got goosebumps.

If this were true, not only she, but other Saints would also have a chance!

"Because this is an era none of us have seen—the Myriad Worlds—and other Saints have also survived... If they truly flee and hide, we won't be able to completely sweep them out or slaughter them all!"

At that time, Saints from the nine universes of Dharma Decline, and the 129,600 Myriad Worlds, would inevitably seek to research ways to return to the Dharma Decline universes and vie for that singular Chaotic God-position.

After all, a perfect Dao Chart in a parallel universe could only be attained by one!

Only the Eleventh-tier, cultivating the Grand Dao's chaotic singularity, could survive through cosmic epochs. Otherwise, one would forever be a "false Dao," becoming nothing once leaving the universe or when the universe was destroyed.

Besides His Highness, there were nine members of the Longevity Dao Palace, each corresponding to one of the nine parallel universes. These were their inherent seats, which now also faced being contested.

Those detestable contemporary Saints.

Moreover, this era was too terrifying; it condensed 40 future eras into this one day, with millions of Saints and Myriad Worlds, burning all of the universe's foundations. Any kind of monstrous talent could emerge, potentially even crushing her!

"No, no, they don't have the password to the Dao Chart. Even if they enter the Dharma Decline universe, see the perfect Dao Tree, and find a way to preserve the Tenth-tier realm... they won't know the sequence of the Dao Chart to reverse the flow of rules and return to the primordial," Pheasant Ji suddenly consoled herself.

However, she still felt a degree of fear.

Because she knew in her heart that the times were different now; an era of Myriad Worlds, unprecedented for them, had appeared.

They didn't know the chart because they hadn't lived from ancient times until now... but they might be able to search for remnants of civilization in the Sea of Chaos. Some ill-intentioned Saints might have recorded the Dao Chart of their era, the sequence of the Dao Attainment seats for each Saint.

If individual fragments could be pieced together, it might not be impossible...

Statistically, this probability was extremely low, but it wasn't zero!

The more she thought, the more nervous she became, and she couldn't help but continue reading.

[The universe, in the end, has its hidden destiny. No being can remain eternally supreme. Once, we who believed ourselves truly eternal and long-lived, indestructible and immortal, invincible throughout history, were also driven out by the era, destroyed by destiny, sent down to face tribulation.]

[None of you nine can escape. Go and defend the nine Chaotic God-positions that rightfully belong to you, and in this most terrifyingly prosperous and magnificent trend of all time, crush the endless invaders of the Age of Dharma Decline.]