“An exchange?”
Dyon couldn’t help but be a bit confused. What could a World Tree that ruled a Realm on the sa level as the Mortal and Immortal Plane possibly need?
“The details of this is sothing even we do not know. But…” The elder hesitated. “… Worlds do not have an infinite lifespan…”
The elder didn’t need to say more for Dyon to understand the heavy aura he was exuding.
Their Mortal Plane was quickly speeding toward its death. In fact, if things continued as they had on the previous tiline, it wouldn’t even be much more than a few million more years until everything collapsed. This may seem like a long ti, but this was the lifespan of a world they were talking about. Trillions of years to it should have been equivalent to seconds to a mortal. Yet, it actually had such a short ti left.
Of course, this was sped along by The Entity, but was it really its fault? Or was it just speeding along the inevitable?
Heat Death was a novel concept to the martial world, but to Dyon’s people, it was an irreversible calamity they had known about long ago. The addition of qi to the theory didn’t make things any better, it was just yet another form of energy that would eventually beco completely useless. Why else would universes slowly decline in qi density? Everything would eventually co to an end.
Maybe it was this very inevitability that caused the rift between The Entity and its senior brother.
The forr felt there was simply no point. To it, the life of its senior brother was worth far more than the lives of everyone on the mortal plane combined. There was nothing its senior brother could say to convince it that the sacrifice was worthwhile.
As for the latter, he was enraged by sothing completely different. He was so powerful, yet he could only watch as everything he loved ca to an inevitable end.
His parents ca first, then his first wife… The second.. And eventually the ninth…
How infuriating such a feeling was. To hold all the power in the world at the palm of your hands, to be able to make sea, land and land, skies on a whim, yet to be completely unable to save what you wanted to the most.
There was definitely a secret here, though. What kind of price did the elves and dwarves need to pay in order to keep the World Tree happy? Why was it that the World Tree had never brought up this ‘paynt’ after reconnecting with an Elvin Queen after so long? And was the World Tree really the only world like this to connect to their mortal and immortal planes?
‘If there really were once near infinite universes, who’s to say that there weren’t also near infinite worlds? Is it really possible that in all these worlds across all of these walks of life, there was only one treasure like the Jafari Clan treasure?
‘Is it really possible for a single race of Dark Phoenixes to cut the number of universes from countless trillions, to the barely 100 000 that existed today? What could a dying world need to sustain itself if not a living world full of vitality?’
The more Dyon thought, the more serious his expression beca.
The mysterious beginning of all things? The root of all life? He wasn’t qualified to ponder upon it. To the current him, it was an impossible question to answer. He couldn’t comprehend how life began without anything sparking it, and if there was sothing that sparked it, what sparked this spark?
It was an endless cycle without an answer, the kind of mystery that could shatter one’s dao heart if they pondered upon it for too long.
But, what Dyon was qualified to reflect upon were enemies that placed his family in danger.
He had yet to give Madeleine a child. His daughter had yet to find a man she could trust her life with. He had yet to resurrect his parents, for them to see the kind of man he had beco.
After speaking with The Entity all those years ago, Dyon had given up on ever seeing his parents again. It was maybe that very point that began turning him from the Dyon he wanted to be, to whatever cowardly dreg he had beco just a few decades ago.
But the current him wouldn’t allow anything to block his path.
He and his wife were deed too talented to birth a child by the Heavens? So what? His parents’ souls were extinguished from existence? So what? Worlds outside his own seed to think they were ripe for the picking? So what?
Dyon didn’t even notice, but his aura had flared. In his rage, Calen uncontrollably fell to his knee as a cold sweat matted the backs of several elders.
In just the few monts, it felt as though a deity had descended upon the plains of this ancient prison.
The elders hardly understood what had set Dyon off. It was only the green haired elder who looked toward Dyon with a fierce glint in his eye. There were nurous complex emotions within… excitent, curiosity, and oddly… greed.
It wasn’t a malevolent greed, but rather an odd greed that seed more like appreciation.
This secret Dyon had co to understand was one only the Titans, Angels, Dwarves and Elves had had the right to comprehend in the past.
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