The Absolute Entity vanished.
Not destroyed—but erased from possibility.
The universe trembled. All worlds, from the lowest to the highest, stabilized once more. The cosmic war ended. The heavens ceased their collapse.
Yet Xuán Líng felt something profoundly wrong.
Silence.
Not peace.
But stagnation.
Fate no longer evolved.
Possibility no longer branched.
"This world… has stopped moving."
Xuán Líng realized the bitter truth.
As long as he existed, there would be no evolution.
His existence was too perfect, too absolute.
He was not the protector of the world.
He was the seal upon its future.