The Emperor was forcibly thrown into this subspace secret realm by Li Qing, and soon saw a small figure, the size of an ant, yet unexpectedly strong, with high combat power, and began to attack him.

This native emitted a consciousness wave, laughing loudly: "Humph, where did this giant come from, so thin and weak, wearing a big outfit, only at the Fifth Senses realm, how did you come here? Quickly kneel down before me."

The Emperor looked at this little ant somewhat bewilderedly.

"Seeking death!"

This ape-like creature, draped in animal skins, shouted and began to assault, quickly leaping up to strike the Emperor's knee.

"You seem to have a high realm, but you only go straight forward."

The Emperor pointed a finger, and the opponent was knocked to the ground, turning into a pulp of flesh, astonished, "In our world, even a five-year-old child's fist techniques are more formidable than yours."

The Emperor thought he had killed the opponent, but was utterly surprised when the opponent transformed into a strand of intent.

Possession rebirth.

Entered the body of another ant ape.

"You can't kill me, unless Legend can never see the soul, I keep possessing and rebirthing," the opponent sneered, "Low-level life cannot see the higher life's world... although I don't know why a mere Fifth Senses can overstep to kill me."

The Emperor thought the opponent's mind was somewhat defective, quickly crushed him again, then looked at the other ant apes, "Legend? Tell me how to cultivate."

Under intimidation and temptation, the other apes quickly and respectfully brought out the secret manuals found in the ruins.

"So, that's how it is."

He read voraciously, cultivating for a while, and instantly had a breakthrough in aura.

"Now, I am a Legend."

The legendary powerhouse of the ant apes: "..."

The time flow in this subspace fragment was very fast, one day being like three or four years.

But the place was small, the Emperor soon started feeling bored.

"Now, I want you to study a martial arts secret manual, Space Shift!"

The Emperor coughed as he spoke:

"Able to drive the fragments beneath our feet to use as a ship, quickly reaching that large fragment in the distance."

He pointed to a piece of space far away,

"That large fragment must have masters, continuously absorbing surrounding fragments, constructing a big world."

The entire tribe was instantly stunned.

"How can you say such things, is it possible to achieve such martial arts?"

"Hm? Can't you do it?"

"No, we can do it!" This sickly man gave an odd feeling of fear, like a weak sickly tiger, still possessing residual might.

The small secret realm passed like this for ten years.

Under crazy pressure from the Emperor, these natives finally managed to refine the initial martial arts, though it was simple, they used this small secret realm to row towards that big fragment world.

Upon landing in that world, he discovered that the land here was vast and the time flow was extremely quick.

The time lapse in this small world was vastly different from outside, where a day outside, thirty years would pass here!!

"This is visibly a larger subspace world, truly a Small Thousand World, floating everywhere..."

Upon setting foot on land, he immediately found there was only one race here, looking bizarre, tall and thin like bamboo poles, named Bitter Race, ruled by a Demigod.

This Bitter Race enjoyed self-abuse, tempering themselves daily, cultivating their physique.

"Isn't this just a Golden Body Divine Skill?" The Emperor was surprised, this race was clearly not strong in potential, but their improvement was quite rapid.

Using realm to oppress.

No matter how strong you are, my cultivation speed is fast, my realm is higher than yours, I'll defeat you.

Bullying the small with the big is also a way forward.

"I must hide, Hundred Transformations Technique! Bone Shrinking Skill!"

He turned his form, becoming a Bitter Race and entered the tribe, then reached out and absorbed towards a Bitter Race.

"Celestial Heart Technique!"

Crunch.

The opponent cried out miserably, their flesh constantly concentrated and refined, transformed into two martial arts secret manuals, falling to the ground.

Labels read "Bitter Race Iron Body Technique," and "Memory Books."

"Humph, extracting their bloodline and condensing martial arts, is indeed feasible." He lightly slapped and instantly grasped the artistic conception of this martial art, simulating a portion of the racial talent.

Then sitting on a chair, flipping through the memory books.

Like a diary, the person's name, experiences, personality... all within sight.

After reading, he transformed into this person's identity and appeared before the elders of the tribe.

"A genius, how can our Bitter Race have such a genius?"

"Incredible!"

An entire tribe of the Bitter Race was directly surprised.

The Demigod of their race ordered them to seek out and cultivate geniuses to enter the Divine Hall for guidance, and this genius before them was the target they've been searching for.

Thus they offered various conditions and resources, whatever was desired was supplied.

A hundred years passed.

The Emperor's aptitude was extremely high, but the cultivation speed was very slow, the techniques were assorted, only then finally advancing from Legend to Demigod realm.

"More than a hundred years, finally stepping into that Demigod realm, but I also look like I'm about to fail."

He coughed twice, black blood gushing out, "Ultimately, it was because I cultivated too much mixed martial arts."

Pfft!

Blood spurted.

His skin showed various cracks.

According to reason, breaking through should increase one's lifespan, but he instead looked even more gaunt, like a candle flickering in the wind.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized a hundred years had passed, and this land was rapidly expanding.

Absorbing surrounding small fragments, it had become a Great Secret Realm.

This belonged to a chaotic era.

Countless large and small secret realms were expanding outward, annexing the territories of other secret realms. During this century, many powerhouses were born, writing numerous epic tales.

Among them, there existed mutant beings among races, whom people respectfully called: Demigods.

The title "God" was almost synonymous with invincibility in everyone's eyes; any race without such an existence to suppress it would be swiftly claimed as territory.

In this era, there were openly eight demigods, dominating an era, living for at least several thousand years, and invincible in the world.

The faraway territorial secret realms were only heard of, no one had ever ventured there in person.

Yet, the Wizard World and the Apocalypse World secretly made contact with this land, hiding themselves well, making it impossible for these indigenous people to locate their existence.

Nowadays, some demigods had found a small world in the secret realm where a day counts as a hundred years, established a Divine Country, cultivated demigods, and then absorbed them.

It is said that some demigods were about to enter the First Ring realm.

The First Ring meant absorbing ten demigod fragments, requiring the hunt of nine demigods.

And so quickly, because that race was very special!

The whole race shared one consciousness, and that demigod could control other avatars for cultivation...

It was a reconstruction.

In the fast-paced secret realm, they reconstructed seven or eight demigod avatars, and then annexed the past.

Powerhouses were using all kinds of divine techniques to accelerate the refinement of fragments of the Life Map.

There were also races with the talent for split personalities, one body with eight heads, cultivating together.

Establishing a Divine Country and seeking talents for cultivating demigods was indeed the biggest route, but it wasn't necessary to go that way, after all, talents are hard to find and restless; who would simply feed you a pig? Everyone knows, when you are fattened up, it's to be slaughtered and eaten.

Ultimately, as long as there were fragments of the Demigod Fate Map, more demigod fragments could be produced.

The route of the Fat Dragon was also one of them.

Nowadays, everyone is trying to frantically climb to the top.

The world believes that the realm above demigods is the True God!

People speculate that this realm could step into eternity, overlooking the entire Era Era, a truly ultimately perfect life form.

This is also the eternal goal that countless demigods strive for.

"Times are truly exploding with legends everywhere, and there are even eight demigods now..."

The Emperor eagerly said, "It's a pity that I, as a demigod, have taken time to reach a breakthrough after a hundred years, it's time to venture out into the world."

He pointed to the land beneath his feet, "These races are too hasty, too fast, engaging in malicious competition, mere realms, and only realms."

After all, his words were indeed true.

Today's era appeared prosperous, but it was actually chaotic, with inferior currency driving out good currency.

Everyone was competing for realms, who had enough time and foundation to evolve into a strong race?

By the time you evolve, you've already been beaten to death!

To survive, potential had long been abandoned, everyone casually developed their racial foundations, then started climbing realms, crazily cultivating.

Even the poorest of races quickly cultivated and broke through to demigod just to start!

Survival was a necessary trend.

"Chaotic, barbaric, primitive, laughable natives."

He took a step forward, immediately stirring up storms, "I can understand, but cannot accept, that mysterious figure sent me here... I now understand why, I have come to change this land of yours."

"Who dares be presumptuous here?" The Bitter Race demigod walked out from this land.

The Emperor stretched out his hand and instantly caught the other by the neck, "A realm without power, trash! Poor potential, no prospects! Combat power, laughable."

The demigod was stunned by the words.

On this day, a Martial Path Emperor was born, holding a demigod as he wandered, sighing softly to the beings of this land:

"In this world, people cultivate strength without skill, lacking one of the two, they could join my Martial Path Race. With a Martial Sacred Body, shape-shifting endlessly, this is a side of the High-tier Dao."

The voice echoed across the land, resounding in all the cities of the Bitter Race, reverberating in the void, shaking relentlessly.

"Do you want to die, or live?" The Emperor coughed blood, asking.

"I want to live!" The other immediately answered, no one wanted to die.

"Very well, open your mind." The Emperor said.

The other opened his mind, not daring to resist.

Seeing all of his foundations and Life Map, they were stripped away, falling from the Demigod Realm back to the Legendary Peak.

At the same time, a martial arts secret manual unexpectedly emerged from the other's hand:

"Bitter Race Demi-God Atlas."

"You! You! How is it possible??" The Bitter Race demigod was extremely horrified, "My foundation, all turned into a martial arts secret manual?"

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