All seven were slain.
They had a glorious life, but without achieving ultimate eternity, their glory could only conclude, welcoming their own twilight, reaching their final end.
Chu Yuan was indifferent and calm, as if he had cleansed some decay.
He watched the seven slain, their life imprints deeply etched into the eternal rules, never dissipating, yet their own life no longer existed; it belonged to the eternal rules.
"Eternal level already counts as a kind of eternity, a life's eternity. The eternal rules prevent them from continuing eternally. This world is more complex than imagined."
Chu Yuan seemed to see them again within the eternal rules.
"As long as you are within this eternity, no matter how great your glory, everything belongs to the eternal rules. Even your cultivation is enhancing its strength. There is only one way: to break through."
After slaying the seven, Chu Yuan spoke a sentence and then took a step further away.
There was still someone left unscathed.
