The headquarters of the Stellaron Hunters' fleet...
"Pfft—!" A young man with closed eyes, surrounded by an inexplicable aura, suddenly trembled as if struck by a heavy blow. His face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his energy immediately becoming feeble.
"What's wrong, Elio?" Kafka, who had been leisurely trimming her nails by the window, was slightly startled by the sudden scene. Of course, she wasn't overly surprised, as Elio's foresight of the future often came with backlash. This wasn't the first or second time it had happened, though this time, it seemed a bit more severe...
"Cough... That was close..." Elio's pale face showed a hint of fear, and his eyes occasionally glanced out the window, as if wary of something.
"Oh? What did you see this time that you shouldn't have?" Kafka put away her nail clippers and looked at the 'Destiny's Slave' before her with interest.
"Sigh..." Elio let out a long breath and spoke in a heavy tone, "A new Aeon has been born."
"A new Aeon? What is the new Path?" Kafka frowned. It had only been a few thousand years since the last Aeon was born, and now a new one had emerged. This was quite unexpected...
"It's still unknown."
"Hmm, I see." As Kafka spoke, she picked up her coat from the sofa and walked towards the ship's hangar.
"Are you sure? Paying respects to an Aeon isn't a safe endeavor."
"No matter." Kafka stopped and turned, revealing a charming yet dangerous smile. "We Stellaron Hunters are... those who have forgotten death..."
Similar scenes were unfolding across the universe, and for a time, the cosmic situation became turbulent, with undercurrents swirling. Of course, this was only perceptible to those with the ability to observe. Lower civilizations, unable to even detect these changes, continued their lives as usual, carrying out their duties in an orderly manner.
When people know too much, they cannot remain untouched. Perhaps, sometimes, ignorance is a form of bliss.
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In the star domain where the Xianzhou Luofu resides...
'Buzz—'
A surge of imaginary energy continuously washed over Yun Fan's soul, gradually condensing into a new physical entity. The so-called soul division splits the soul into the Primordial Spirit, Yin Spirit, and Yang Spirit. However, since there is only one physical body to carry the soul, both the Yang Spirit and Yin Spirit exist in the form of souls.
Of course, Aeons do not necessarily need a physical form. They can also exist as rules or concepts. The desire for a physical form is merely Yun Fan's own choice.
'Buzz—'
The washing of imaginary energy continued. After an unknown period, Yun Fan, who was at the center of the imaginary energy, suddenly opened his eyes. He placed his hands in front of his chest and let out a soft shout.
"Ha—!"
With this shout, the imaginary energy surrounding him shattered and dispersed in all directions. In just a few breaths, it had swept through several nearby star systems.
"My name is Yun Fan!"
The young man's voice echoed across the universe. All Pathstriders and Aeon's Emissaries simultaneously looked up at the endless starry sky.
In their vision, dozens of star rivers representing different Paths ran parallel. Beyond them, a new star river rose, surging forward with unstoppable momentum, taking the lead among all Paths.
This scene shook countless Pathstriders.
The breadth of the new Path surpassed that of all existing Aeons. What kind of Path had this newly born Aeon created?!
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and amazement, the majestic voice that had echoed across the universe spoke again.
"I hereby establish the Path of Causality and ascend to the position of Aeon!"
As these words were spoken, the heavens and earth trembled.
"Causality?!" Upon hearing this declaration, the generals representing the Hunt immediately changed their expressions. This new Aeon's Path was far too broad, overlapping with almost every existing Aeon's Path.
Take the Path of the Hunt, which they follow. The Hunt represents vengeance, purification, and obsession—all of which are forms of causality.
A broad Path can subsume narrower ones. Though they were reluctant to admit it, in practical terms, the Path of the Hunt was relatively narrow.
If the Aeon of Causality were to target the Path of the Hunt, the status of the Xianzhou Alliance would undoubtedly be in jeopardy!
"Ah, troubled times indeed. What happens next will depend on Fu Xuan's situation."
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Meanwhile, in the universe, Yun Fan, who had just ascended to the position of Aeon, was eagerly testing his newly acquired authority over causality.
"So this is the power that comes with the authority of causality after ascending to Aeonhood? It's truly formidable."
Looking at the miniature planets continuously being destroyed and reborn in his hand, Yun Fan's face was filled with satisfaction. "Once I fully master this power, I should even be able to manipulate the causality of Aeons themselves, right?"
Yun Fan murmured to himself. It was said that the Aeon of Erudition, Nous, was born from Zandar's hands. Once his authority over causality reached a certain level, could he use the power of causality to erase Zandar's existence? If Zandar no longer existed, would the Aeon of Erudition, Nous, still be born?
"How fascinating... Hmm?"
Just as Yun Fan was deep in thought, a luminous arrow tore through the galaxy, crossing space and hurtling towards him.
Using the stars as a reference, the arrow and its tail were as long as nine stars aligned. Along its path, countless planets were shattered until it finally reached Yun Fan.
"So this is the so-called arrow of the Hunt Aeon, Lan, capable of crossing time and space? Though it's just a probing shot, its power is still impressive."
Yun Fan extended his right hand towards the arrow, his finger touching the arrowhead. In the next moment, the authority of causality activated, and the unstoppable arrow vanished into thin air, reappearing in Lan's hand.
Looking at the arrow that had suddenly returned to his hand, Lan fell into a brief silence.
"The Hunt Aeon—Lan, am I correct?"
Just as Lan was silent, a rift tore open in the space before him, and Yun Fan's figure slowly emerged, facing Lan from a distance.
Yun Fan smiled faintly, and a throne appeared behind him. He then leisurely sat down. "Perhaps we can have a talk."