This is akin to an individual hero level within an extraordinary species.

Unique and unmatched.

One can only rely on personal effort; others cannot easily replicate it. Each person, based on their own foundation and ultimate technique, develops a unique heroic life that differs from others.

At this moment, it's not just Elf Divine King Minis who is pondering, but also Tukashi and Sylph are contemplating this point.

"No matter how strong he is, it's only because he became a special individual that he can harbor countless martial arts that ordinary martial artists can't withstand. That's why we are powerless against him."

Sylph also covered her mouth to chuckle, suddenly feeling that she had seen through some of the other's exaggerations and found a direction.

Although the opponent is strong enough, that's also due to the enormous fundamental racial difference!

She is also one of the Creator Gods, and like Minis, it's not impossible to improve herself.

Of course, she must survive the next offensive; otherwise, everything is just wishful thinking if the wizard world can't successfully resist the opponent again...

As for Tukashi, he felt rather troubled.

Does he have to stop at this due to a lack of research talent?

In fact, he had already thought of a way.

In the heavens and earth, there are regulations hidden in the depths that will not sever the path of the strong.

For those like him without creative talent, clearly, they can only follow the Emperor's path, using primitive means.

While others have brains for active evolution, he focuses on passive evolution with a lack of intellect.

Following the most primitive path of nature, survival of the fittest.

"Sigh, I may not be able to survive."

Tukashi hesitated a bit.

He even started to consider whether to undertake a challenge of death or simply accept the fate of becoming an ordinary demigod of his own kind.

After all, that's not something ordinary people can achieve.

Meanwhile, Minis has already started to take action, "I need to visit the Little World Secret Realm, make the most of the time."

"I'm a Renaissance Man, taking both paths together, tormenting myself while researching simultaneously. It might be quicker to find the wizard's upper-rank special species and break my limits for a chance at reviving."

At the same time, the entire wizard world didn't intend to repair the ruins of the cities; instead, they began migrating the entire population to various small secret realm worlds that were previously gathered.

The world has already entered a war mode.

The entire wizard land has become a frontline outpost.

In Li Qing's eyes, Room One was surprisingly empty.

The warring sides had both retreated to the subspace, after all, this transit station would still need destruction once the war breaks out.

Originally, a day in the small world lasted a hundred years, and they, like the exalted Celestial Court, watched over the ages of the world and frantically absorbed the other side's results.

But now, at the moment of life and death, they can only bring the entire race into such a high-speed space-time, rapidly iterating civilization development.

This is a battle of comparisons to see who can outdo the other.

In a frenzy of overtime work, one day forced into a hundred years, even if they were to die from accelerated aging, it was better than being slain by others.

...

Martial Arts World.

Here, they were already much larger than the wizard world's territory.

The Emperor had been battling outside for five days, and within the world, five hundred years had already passed.

Truly as myth recorded, a day in heaven is a hundred years on earth.

And on this particular day.

Boom!

A blood-covered, gore-stained corpse abruptly fell into the void, transforming into a bloody firework.

The eight martial demigods arrived, their hearts filled with inexplicable dread.

"Again?"

"With this amount of blood, it must be his. How did another corpse fall?"

In their hearts, they felt an inexplicable fear.

The Emperor, seemingly terminal and thought to be dead, now cracks and drops a corpse every few hundred years.

This resembles a time loop, making one feel inexplicably eerie.

Has he truly died or not?

In his confrontation with the ancient taboo in the void, with a high-dimensional civilization overseeing their martial arts world, what was the outcome?

If he won, are we free?

If he lost, would that terrifying high-dimensional civilization from outer heaven descend, venting their anger on us, destroying this Eight Desolate Continent?

This has become a terrifying question lingering in their minds, unable to eat or sleep peacefully.

A sense of powerlessness deeply lingered in their hearts.

They even dared not venture out to explore, lacking courage and filled with cowardice.

Although each of them had consumed over ten demigods and were close to Second Ring demigods,

they still felt that the Emperor of those days was unfathomable.

It's essential to understand that the Emperor of yesteryear never exerted heart power to perfect the Life Map, enhance his realm, or bother to kill them, but spent his life dabbling in an assortment of bizarre martial arts.

This was very much in his style, focusing on skills but not on power.

Enhancing the realm?

Only if it's absolutely necessary.

"Even now, we aren't his equal, yet he is dead. How can we..."

They sighed with bitter smiles.

"Currently, it's an era of emperors contending, recognized by the world as a time likely filled with young demigods shattering the void, far surpassing our peak times."

"We have to admit, this prosperous era is becoming increasingly brilliant; our ideas are outdated and numb. If we were to compete on equal ground, we would not be their match."

"Unfortunately, they were born in the wrong era, doomed to become our nourishment."

They whispered, sighing with emotion.

They all knew in their hearts.

They themselves were not the cream of the crop, merely born in a good era.

Now, as true demigod prodigies emerge, if they are allowed to grow, martial arts civilization will thrive.

By that time, those prodigies will overturn the monopoly era of the eight of them, and after further development, they might possess the power to resist the high-dimensional civilization that oversees them from outer heaven.

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