Ultimate.

The strongest.

Supreme.

Unsurpassed.

Life always imagines and anticipates these things.

Before civilization flourished, people witnessed the power of nature. They struggled to understand the storms, thunder, volcanic eruptions, and earth-shaking forces. They summarized these phenomena, transforming them into gods to be revered. Only such ignorance allowed them to comprehend the world.

That was an age of ignorance.

Divinity originated from imagination, reverence from the unknown. When people began to use their wisdom to deconstruct their imaginations, transforming them into real-world phenomena, the original gods were severed. All that remained was a fear of natural disasters.

When a sapient race uses its wisdom to eliminate all natural and man-made disasters in the world, so that famine, war, conflict, lifespan, and everything else in the world cannot harm them, such a civilization can be called 'mature.'

This is the purpose of wisdom.

But whether it is ignorance or wisdom, it is merely a means, a process, a necessary path, a thing that will eventually be surpassed.

Their ultimate destination... is called eternity.

A civilization that cannot collectively achieve immortality, resolve conflicts, or eliminate the influence of all natural phenomena on the civilization itself cannot be considered mature.

Before that, all civilizations are just children.

No matter how powerful, they are just giant infants.

Only an eternal civilization can be considered a mature civilization.

The distinction of race and bloodline.

The foundation of text and culture.

The classification of mathematics and logic.

The definition of geometry and space.

All the things immature civilizations use to distinguish themselves are unimportant trifles to an eternal civilization. Those things, whether attacking methods, cultivation techniques, or the logic of games, are all the same.

All are things that will eventually decay.

To put it another way, it's actually very simple.

For an incredibly powerful civilization that has reached eternity, race and bloodline are meaningless. They are nothing more than forms of material flesh. Those things are neither sacred nor worth clinging to. A powerful civilization can arbitrarily tamper with, replicate, annihilate, and modify them.

What is truly important is the thought derived from these bodies and bloodlines, the long road that the civilization has walked.

Similarly, those words, literature, paintings, music, all the arts, are essentially meaningless. A powerful civilization can easily replicate, reproduce, eliminate, and summarize them one hundred percent.

Only the spirit behind those arts, the desire to create, the yearning heart, the dream of pursuing perfection, are the truly precious things.

Mathematics, geometry, logic, space-time, whether as a tool for civilization to perceive the universe, or as a vessel for mutual communication, are essentially just a method. What is most worthy of attention is the heart of all living beings seeking truth and stepping towards the distance behind these methods and tools.

Ultimately, whether it is a pseudo-social civilization or a true social civilization; whether it is individual will or collective will; whether it is a beast or a human, a dragon, a bird, an iron ball, wood, all life and matter that can nurture intelligence under the influence of spiritual energy, the difference between them, in the eyes of the eternal, is actually about the same as the difference between two twins.

That is a negligible difference, a difference that can be equated to nothing on an infinite scale.

But.

Precisely because it is an infinite existence, it will tolerate all non-infinite existences, and can tolerate the differences between all these non-infinite existences.

And all finite existences, regardless of race or culture, regardless of form or logic, will expect the same thing.

That thing is called eternity.

In the multiverse, all minds will imagine, imagine that ultimate, strongest, supreme, unsurpassed form of existence, imagine what such an individual, such a civilization, would look like.

That is the infinite and unique standard, the common goal of infinite minds!

And now.

Right now.

In the multiverse, the first cry of the Seed of Infinity has been heard.

Buzz... buzz—

Even infinitely distant world clusters can sense this vibration that almost comes from the other end of the multiverse, and in the world clusters, whether it is an infinite universe, or simply a single small plane, or even a weed in this plane, all can sense this slight vibration.

And if they are followers of the Path of Innovation, or the Zhuzhou clan, their feelings will be even deeper, and even their body surfaces will emit a crystal-clear brilliance, although only for a moment, but many people have observed this phenomenon.

If this vibration is in a relatively close area, it is enough to roll up infinite world clusters and drive them to operate, acting like a torrent. Even at the other end of the infinitely distant multiverse, it has affected many time and space dimensions, and even in all special universes, even time has been penetrated.

The heavens vibrate, and the worlds flow with light.

Because of this, countless ancient, powerful existences that are praised, revered, worshipped, and loved, those powerful enough to be called the top of the multiverse, all awakened from their slumber, looking in that direction with surprise and uncertainty.

[Is it a Sage?]

[Is it the Supreme?]

[Is it the Unsurpassed Lord?]

[This vibration... is it a Transcendental?]

They were astonished, surprised, and felt incredible. At the same time, they could also sense a hint of 'joy.'

Because, if the Transcendental truly exists, if those imaginations about the ultimate, supreme, unsurpassed, and infinite are true, then it proves that they can also achieve it!

It's just a slight difference in thinking!

But, in the end, they all denied it.

[No.]

[This is not the vibration of a Transcendental.]

[Although it is very similar, it is not. But it is almost already there. The torrent... just wait, and then this prototype of the Transcendental, this seed of infinity, will eventually bloom, transform into a towering tree, transform into infinite brilliance, illuminating this multiverse.]

But even so, most existences remained silent.

The Realm of Torrent is not non-existent in this multiverse. Although the newly promoted powerhouse is strong, he is by no means 'the first.'

However, this is the closest Torrent they can come into contact with, and it is also the most friendly Torrent, born of love and belief.

Other Torrents are either because of obsession, or because of dreams, or because of opening and ending... Those powerful existences may indeed have good intentions, but which one can be more friendly than love and belief?

Moreover, many powerhouses in the multiverse, every race, every individual, all feel that they may be the next one, that one in trillions of chances, to become a Torrent... They all firmly believe in their own path, and have never thought that someone could be one step ahead of them.

[A troubled world, a great era, is it coming?]

[First, the multiverse rift closed, then the void ice melted, the myriad realms shifted, and finally a brand new Torrent was born...]

[These many major events may be the prelude to the arrival of the great era, the prelude to the birth of the Transcendent... that supreme throne, the eternal, infinite, and absolute crown!]

They guessed right, but it was meaningless.

Moreover, just when the supreme powerhouses in many worlds of the multiverse awakened due to the birth of a new Torrent and began to prepare for action.

The Realm of Hundun welcomed a rather violent upheaval.

Because, just before, the Realm of Hundun, which was originally chaotic and impossible for anyone to locate, was actually opened with a directly connected portal by an existence!

And... according to the earth-shattering waves that shook the entire Realm of Hundun, causing its river of time to tremble and shake...

The one who opened that gate was the newly promoted Torrent named 'Primordial Zhuzhou'!