'I am running out of time,' Arthur thought to himself as he sat cross-legged, his expression calm, yet his mind in turmoil.
The awakening of his complete memories had brought clarity, but with it came unsettling realizations.
'The Grand Dao rewrote reality.'
He had sensed the shift almost immediately. Small discrepancies, subtle changes—things that only someone like him, who had once stood at the peak of the universe, could perceive. The flow of fate had been altered, the very foundation of existence rewritten. Those with lesser cultivation would never notice, their minds unable to comprehend such grand changes, but Arthur was different. He knew.
He could feel the divergence in reality, but he himself had remained untouched. The gems had shielded him from whatever force had enacted this rewrite, allowing him to retain his original memories. If not for that, the consequences would have been unpredictable.
