“You weren’t mistaken in your sense; the Black Disaster has indeed weakened a little,” Fubai affirmed. “The power of the Source Disaster is infinite. There’s no such thing as dispersing strength causing it to weaken. Its intensity remains eternally constant. For one entity, it’s the absolute peak; for a hundred million, the strength is still the same. And if the Source Disaster’s strength is to weaken, there’s only one possibility.”
“Something is helping resist the entire Source Disaster!” Feng Xuezi said with a heavy voice.
A golden aura lit up around the two, their backs revealing a revolving glow filled with countless floating planets.
This wasn’t just them drawing power from these worlds — it was also a subtle way of protecting those planets from being utterly destroyed by the Great Annihilation.
“You’ve thought of something?” Fubai’s heart stirred as he glanced back at his companion.
“Doesn’t the current situation feel exactly the same as when the Celestial Venerable first intervened to set the Seal?” Feng Xuezi asked gravely.
“But the Celestial Venerable has completely vanished, leaving no trace,” Fubai frowned.