Deng's voice suddenly turned somewhat cold, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of alienation.
"For an existence like yours, nothing is eternal, yet you will inevitably become a part of eternity, just like me."
She turned her head slowly, pointing at the servants standing quietly in the distance.
"Yun You, look at them."
"Take them for example. They might live for a long time, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even longer. But so what? Their existence, their joys and sorrows, their loyalty or attachment, are ultimately insignificant dust on the eternal time scale."
"Including this library itself, it has condensed my endless efforts, recording the mysteries of countless universes, but one day, when the river of time flows to its end, it might also collapse and turn into nothingness."
Her gaze swept over this sanctum of knowledge she had personally built, and she calmly said, "Therefore, I have never regarded anyone... or anything as an irreplaceable existence."
