Time seemed to have stopped flowing but he felt like he had lived forever.
The corrosion of time wore his spirits and he just wanted to stop thinking.
Null was the beginning of everything and the end of everything.
He had witnessed the birth and death of countless creations. The creation and destruction of all things.
Time wears down all beings and those that thought themselves immortal died mortal deaths.
Some lost their minds in the Dao, being assimulated and devoured by the heavens.
Some just lost the will to live and dissipated.
The more they grew, the longer they lived, and the more miserable they became.
They saw chaos beasts feasting on worlds, and universes of different sizes collapsed.
He saw the age of chaos and the era of boundless domains, where cultivators could roam the void and create their own worlds.
Some created whole universes and made themselves kings over territories.