"Build the Ark, let us sleep, escape the Five Decays of Celestial Beings, and smuggle into a distant future?"
The beings fell into contemplation. They were now without the rules of time, and relying solely on the rules of those temporal main branches, building an ark to smuggle them forward was extremely difficult!
Nearly impossible,
but to survive, they must turn the impossible into possible,
everyone knows there's only one seat for the Eighth Order in the future,
but now, they must work together to have a chance of surviving to the future. Then, they would talk about how to compete for that sole spot.
At the very least, for this moment, they all wanted to cooperate to survive.
"This universe, terrifying as it is."
"We prehistoric beings must strive with difficulty to survive."
"Jiaxia, Bailong."
