The mage who appeared by slicing through space looked at Taesan. Then he let out a dry laugh.
“I can’t read it. Not at all.”
He couldn’t grasp Taesan. That had been true even before. Taesan was a figure that transcendent beings couldn’t observe properly.
But now, the feeling was different from before. It wasn’t just distorted or unreadable—he had truly reached a level far beyond, a realm so lofty that it was impossible to comprehend. Arillan also smiled softly.
“He’s definitely stronger than me. Among the beings of the universe, no one can stand against him alone.”
Arillan had handed over much of her concept of circulation to Taesan. She had weakened compared to before. Yet despite that, she was a deity who governed the concept of circulation.
Most transcendents couldn’t reach her. Even the highest tier transcendents like Rakiratas couldn’t. And yet, even she couldn’t defeat Taesan—there was no doubt about it.
“How does that feel?”
“I don’t really know myself,” Taesan answered calmly.
The mage bowed his body slowly.
“For now… should I congratulate you? Or perhaps thank you?”
He was very polite, treating Taesan like they were meeting a hero.
“Thanks to you, the universe was saved from destruction. Truly, I am grateful.”