The Plan

Within the beastworld. Ninedust was seated in the lotus position within the altar, staring at the giant claw-hand hanging in the heavens that surpassed and transcended everything else that was here.

"Whew." Ninedust let out a long breath, then closed his eyes and revealed a smile. "Success. Finally, I see a glimmer of hope for myself regarding the Daomerge."

When Ninedust had used up the Voidsea Jadeseal, he had been able to simulate a Daomerge. Although the simulation was partial and incomplete, he had still benefited from it enormously… but alas, he still didn't feel good about his chances at the Daomerge. Now, however, he felt as though he had a shot.

"Autarchs… they truly are incredible." Ninedust couldn't help but let out a sigh of praise as he rose to his feet.

"Eh? You've memorized everything already? It's only been five hundred million years. Not bad at all." The black-robed figure materialized right next to him.