“Perhaps true ascension is willingly falling into reincarnation, catching a fragment of eternity in every cycle of life and death.”
Lin Yi
When the last god roared and shattered before Lin Yi, dissolving into a sky full of fundamental particles, everyone finally understood:
The true “gods” had never existed. The enemy they fought was merely the shadow of their own fear, projected onto the canvas of the universe.
And Lin Yi, the godslayer, did two more things:
He forged the fragments of divinity into a sky full of stars.
But the price of slaying the gods was that, under the laws of the universe, he too would eventually fall asleep. Before parting, he cast one last glance at everyone who had entered his life. It was a final tenderness, offered after humanity’s liberation. His body became a stone monument, engraved with these words:
Here lies the greatest revolutionary the universe has ever known.
The ultimate legacy of this battle between cultivators and gods was not the birth of a new god, but the revelation that:
When ants learn to measure the curve of the sky with their backs, the whole divine palace becomes nothing more than the backdrop to their awakening.
Perhaps, millions of years from now, in a free cultivation world, a familiar figure will appear once again, measuring another story with his footsteps.
