Li Qing raised his head and saw an ancient civilization, beginning to emerge.

He discovered that the single cells he had integrated were all burning with soul fire, like matchsticks wrapped in flames.

"Ah! Who am I~" "Who who~" "Waaah!" The peculiar single cells wandered in the nutrient solution, sparking curiosity.

The ratio of time flow here was inconsistent, some extremely fast.

Li Qing watched intently, feeling something within his heart:

"The future era will surely usher in the gold rush of subspace."

"And the apocalypse world, the first civilization to step into this dimension, may get caught up due to striving for quick gains, failing to be true to oneself, not overcoming the heart demon, and thus has the possibility of being overtaken."

In the apocalypse world, the Giant race, everyone needs subspace to build transformation devices, otherwise, they can't quickly carry their giants.

In some sense, this is the "Ultraman" race.

"But more likely, these small planes, with their swiftly passing time, will develop for decades in a blink of an eye, then turn to invade places like the Wizard World and Apocalypse World."

"Retake my three-room apartment!"

Li Qing stirred up the waves of war once more in this era of peace.

This is the next epoch he planned, belonging to the mandate of heaven.

The era shouldn't have been like this.

Building a space ring is as simple as finding a piece of space fragment, but he increased the difficulty by setting up guards on the fragment.

The small planes, with their depleted resources, must attack reality.

And the outer world wants to create storage equipment, subspace rings, storage pouches, requiring them to plunder the fragments of these planes, attacking these "secret dungeons."

Li Qing's eyes turned silver-white, under the enhancement of the Sylph Brain, calculating everything mechanically and coldly.

"This is also the intersection of three worlds, as they enter the small planes, they will naturally see the presence of other worlds, with various grabs."

The Demigod is only the beginning; this path is very long.

What he has to do is set the stage for the trendsetters of this era to shine brightly.

Although it's no longer about directly instilling memories with such extremism, after all, there's no such memory to enlighten oneself.

But this stage setup will also thoroughly transform this unchanging world, turning into waves constantly impacting a higher realm.

...

Time passed.

Another year went by.

The Wizard World remained stuck at that bottleneck.

Now forty years had passed, still difficult to break the Demigod level and ignite the true divine fire.

All wizards knew that the golden era had passed as well, with legendary wizards scattered and inefficient as sands.

The golden era was missed by countless people, with several heroes from back then spoken of in legends.

It's what has been lost that one cherishes.

Figures of the past era were exaggerated into legends, with various grand tales added to them.

"The Emperor of the Dead Wadon? Why does that sound familiar?"

Sylvie murmured to herself.

She also knew that the realm was difficult to reach, and no matter how strong the aptitude, it could hardly match this era.

In fact, in a way, the apocalypse world that obtained the "virus potion" cheat had indeed taken a shortcut, though a conventional breakthrough would take at least a few centuries of civilization's accumulation.

However, people gradually discovered a wandering minstrel named Sylvie, walking the earth, spreading legends in taverns, holding opinions and insights that enlightened the minds of many.

Thus the era gradually changed, with many following Sylvie, traveling to whichever tavern she visited to tell stories.

Someone even attempted to capture Sylvie.

A black giant dragon descended from the sky, and an arrogant Legendary Elf Wizard said, "I need a maid, come with me."

"You dare make me a maid?" Sylvie said discontentedly, removing her mask, causing the other to directly distort into a bionic being with just one glance.

"It is a Demigod!"

"She is of that level from stories in our world, probably having traveled here from other worlds."

Many legendary wizards directly knelt and bowed.

Beneath the Demigod, all are ants.

A legendary powerhouse and an ordinary person are much the same.

No one stopped her, as the Demigod could release bacteria and microorganisms from within, becoming the "Black Light Virus" spreading continuously, distorting a world into her domain.

Such means are simply a dimensional strike!

This is an eternal entity capable of transcending worlds.

Civilization could vanish at any moment, with the bionic race destined to replace this new world.

"Hmph."

Sylvie snorted and carried on telling stories, unconcerned with being exposed.

No need to be servile, why should the strong?

She always believed in His Majesty's insect theory, unafraid, unperturbed.

Pretending to be weak to con the strong was merely a joke to her.

At the same time, though lively, she was meticulous within, knowing His Majesty had returned, seeing new civilization born in her homeland, likely intending to pass down methods on this land, she felt comfortable speaking stories here.

Moreover, she sensed a storm brewing.

His Majesty dispatched her, staying busy daily, followed by the arrival of an ancient god, with life growing on subspace fragments, various clues indicating this world might be in danger.

She even reasonably speculated in her heart:

"His Majesty must have a premonition, not only seeking a place to recuperate to peak, but knowing a great calamity, purposefully came to the Wizard World, can't completely let go!"

"As her maid, sent down the mountain, surely hinting at me to pass something to the era, to help them face potential disaster."

She knew this was a seemingly cold but warm-hearted elder, who said they wanted to annihilate apocalypse world, but ultimately didn't? It was just a warning.

And what she did wasn't hidden from His Majesty, who allowed it, confirming it.

"You're really too annoying." Sylvie looked at the growing crowd, snorted, "Maid."

"Yes."

Aurora rolled her eyes beside her, still standing out to echo.

"I will announce to the world, to speak of the Demigod path for all, and publicly, let my maid breakthrough to a Demigod." Sylvie patted Aurora's shoulder.

Aurora rolled her eyes even more.

Clearly, I used the method you provided to study and reform into the Wizard Demigod method, how did it all land on you?

But Aurora, being socially anxious, actually felt it was fine; fame was too bothersome for her.

Besides, she did, indeed, need to breakthrough.

"Provide us with the Demigod method?"

"Impossible, senior, you wander to our world, why do we deserve this..."

These legendary wizards, though excited, knew there was no free lunch.

"Because I am someone's maid."

Sylvie said straightforwardly: "Returning with him to his homeland, I came down the mountain to lend this era a helping hand, in case in the distant future, you face immense crisis."

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