The two Wadons' hearts trembled, as they exchanged a glance.

"It's really about to begin. Is our current Martial Arts World real or not? Is it also the historical stage of the Apocalypse World, and what mysteries does Earth hold?"

"This journey of Heavenly Slaughter, we must find the truth! We'll carve out a future with our fists!"

"However, complete True Gods are still rare. It seems that some authority over the Celestial Dao has been secretly seized and talents cultivated, but there are only seven or eight True Gods after all."

"Quality over quantity. This one True God of the Sixty Rings is enough to sweep away many remnants of the old days."

Unlike the person next door.

These two Wadons truly feel like they've met each other too late in life.

Discussing their life experiences, battling their way through the business world in the United States.

From renting out bicycles in school to earn their first small fortune, to exploiting various illegal immigrants as cheap labor, amassing a wave of capital to change their fate, to the complete explosion of success that year, orchestrating with a group of elites on Wall Street to fleece the market!

Rising and falling in the business sea.

One Wadon from a modest family fought his way to become one of the world's top elites, and there was surprisingly little difference between the two of them.

The only difference was Professor Wales.

In reality, Earth didn't experience this Apocalypse Earth genius who changed the era, no nuclear fusion technology, no Subspace technology, resulting in a significant lag in certain technologies.

Thus, there was no outbreak of a biochemical crisis.

The actual Earth is already quite peaceful, and on this, the two Wadons have had many discussions, exploring various potential conspiracies and backgrounds!

The parallel world theory of Earth?

Does Earth now harbor something terrifying?

Did Dream Garment, when young, visit this version of Earth in reality?

The two Wadons continuously discussed, also feeling a chill in their hearts.

Even the Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy in reality was affected on various levels, with some students beginning to study these topics.

At this moment, watching Ning Guochang soar into the Divine Realm, their two camera crews paired perfectly, taking seamless footage, arriving in the Divine Realm together.

Two selves, double the joy.

Earth's Wadon gazed into the distance, sighing:

"Looking back at the various events of the Apocalypse World, it's impossible to discern what is true and what is false anymore, entirely baffling."

Apocalypse Wadon said: "Indeed, the words of the Fist in those days might no longer be reliable! The ancient god of Dream Garment may not have died at all! The shattered stage of the Three Fists Apocalypse was a drama by Dream Garment and that figure, a drama by those two ancient presences resurrected from ancient times."

Indeed.

Sylvie could very well be the real deal, not merely a similar flower, possibly an ancient friend from a different Nokron revived in the past days.

Wadon's fists clenched, overwhelmed with emotion, "First, Dream Garment regained her civilization's history, so she pretended to retreat, was defeated, then let that person create a Martial History Stage! Pushing forward similar flowers, recreating her own history and past friends."

In this way, both individuals achieved their goals.

Reconstructing some similar flowers, searching for substitutes as some comfort, is not out of the realm of possibility.

Even deities are merely powerful people.

Humans can express their grief in the wake of the death of a friend, lover, or even a pet dog.

Some even look for women resembling deceased wives as replacements, buy similar dogs as pets; the possibility is vast.

To existences of this caliber, they are not unlike dogs or ant nests on the roadside, recreating historical scenes without regard for the joys and sorrows of their times?

And the speculations of the two Wadons are the shared speculation of everyone in recent years.

At that moment.

Great True Gods invaded the Divine Realm, tearing the void apart.

"To think there are actually ten True God Celestial Emperors, such hidden depths of the Celestial Dao are terrifying," a True God stepped into the void.

"But that doesn't matter, we have already dispersed our forces, letting those three True God Wizards forcibly hold them back."

Another True God spoke, "Wizard True Gods, inherently more than twenty rings stronger than the Black Magic True Gods, powerful in strength, combined with their focused attack and strong defense, are capable of delaying those ten iron heads by force."

Those ten guys indeed have hard heads!

They're truly a family of defense, unkillable, but there's no need to engage with them tirelessly, just contain them in the Lower Realm.

One after another, rainbows and divine radiance blossomed.

One powerful existence after another descended fully upon the Divine Realm, each with great vigor and majesty, the glow of rainbow and divine light soaring to the skies, illuminating all directions.

This group is the most powerful existences in ten thousand years, ascending to deities, each renowned and reigning over a realm.

As they reached their destination.

They saw a peerless beauty quietly standing in the tea pavilion, dressed in white, her dainty and flawless egg-shaped face exuding a cold aura.

"Miss, have you seen any terrifying or strange powerful individuals?" a True God courteously stepped forward and asked.

Sylvie turned her head and quietly looked at them.

"Aren't they right in front of you?"

As these words fell, everyone was shocked and retreated repeatedly.

At this moment, the True Gods finally discovered the true form of the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao, with peerless beauty, skin like creamy jade, and a curvaceous figure, turned out to be a stunning beauty.

The mastermind behind the scenes appeared before them so simply?

"Is this the Heavenly Dao?"

"How can the heavens in the void be a woman??"

Several newborn True Gods felt uncomfortable and found it hard to believe.

Sylvie stood in the vast and luxurious Divine Country, her gaze sweeping over the visitors from the Lower Realm. She lightly raised a white jade-like hand, "You True Gods from the Lower Realm, blocking the governance of the Ten Suns Celestial Emperor of this era, what are you intending to do?"

"To overthrow the Heavenly Dao! To control our own destiny!"

A True God immediately spoke, "I must confess, how could I, Gu Changqing, a street beggar, have such luck? My journey was filled with constant adventures, various secret realms, secret treasures, mighty elders helping me, and sometimes the enemy's intelligence inexplicably dropped, giving me an opportunity. It turns out the heavens were controlling everything from behind!"

This main character style of rise usually only appears in stories.

With astonishing talent, a series of encounters, admiration from beauties, pretentious arrogance, face-slapping opponents, and even having powerful enemies forcibly affected by a Dumbing Aura at critical times.

In reality, where is so much beauty?

This is the effect of luck.

Favored by the Heavenly Dao, blessed with the halo of a protagonist, providing assistance to a certain extent.

Sylvie, seeing this, merely shook her head silently:

"I bestowed grace upon you, with a purple luck aura supporting you, making you the prodigy of the era three thousand years ago, dominating the Southern Domain. It's the fate in the void; even if it ruins your opportunity, never mind, but as a favored child of the Heavenly Dao, you repay kindness with enmity?"

These people have truly been swayed by Minis and others!

She targeted Minis and others.

But to these folks, she was benevolent.

Otherwise, how could those ten Celestial Emperors and even beings from other races possibly submit to the Heavenly Dao?

Her guidance of their races was earnest, treating them like her own children.

"It's sad, pitiful for the people."

"All beings serve humans, yet people resent the heavens for lacking compassion."

The icy woman's expression was indifferent, carrying an aura beyond the ordinary world. Over the years, she had matured considerably, no longer wasting her days.

The other True Gods all showed slight changes in expression.

It is undeniable that everything they have today was given by the Heavenly Dao.

Without help, they might have perished before rising.

In the Martial Arts World, strength determines all. A lower-class civilian's child seeking to join a Sect needs more than talent; without bribery, offerings, and navigating various social complexities, they might not even meet anyone.

Yet, average children cannot afford bribery?

Even noble families of a city have to bleed heavily to send a child into a Sect.

In the era of the Heavenly Dao Will, the distribution of resources through big data rationally assigned resources to the prodigies, unleashing the era's potential.

Then, seeing heroes around begin to waver, Wadon immediately stood out, stirring excitement:

"The Heavenly Dao is merely playing chess. On this chessboard, everyone is a pawn controlled by the Heavenly Dao, chosen or not, with good destinies or bad, all are manipulated destinies."

"Why should a good pawn played into a bright future not be a manipulated life, not a puppet of amusement?"

"Played through life, yet still must worship?"

Wadon's face was resolute, like a hero with a proud backbone, scolding: "This is born of servility! As strong men, we should stand tall and free, who listens to the sophistry of such beings? The appearance of the Heavenly Dao in this world, from head to toe, every pore drips with blood and filth."

Sylvie's face instantly turned icy, showing some mockery, as she looked at these clowns attempting to rebel from a moral high ground, "Skilled in empty rhetoric indeed, all you wish for is to overthrow the Heavenly Dao, divide and devour it, grasping parts of the Heavenly Dao's authority... regardless if this heaven is good or bad."

"They might be like this!"

Ning Guochang then stood out, speaking coldly:

"But we are different, we are here seeking an outcome."

"Sylvie, I once thought you were a victim too. Now I see, it was all an act. You appear delicate but are truly the mastermind behind it all, the real Dream Garment! You've deceived us wretchedly!"

With a roar of anger, Ning Guochang seemed to vent all his resentment:

"When the apocalypse stage collapsed, and we gained freedom, it was you and that one who secretly plotted, building an even greater historical stage play for us?"

Ning Guochang gritted his teeth, cursing: "From beginning to end, we are mere puppets, choreographed by the two of you!"

Filled with rage, Ning Guochang seemed to pour out all his fury, even striking fiercely with his fist.

"Heavenly Dao, die!"

In the next moment, Ning Guochang's body swelled with the wind.

His long hair wildly danced, large eyes popped like fireworks exploding, roaring loudly and ferociously, directly hitting the Heavenly Dao Sylvie in front.

"Better this way, why bother saying more?" A thick smoke streaked by, yet Sylvie's figure remained unharmed, coldly observing them, saying: "Why bother explaining, eloquence belongs to the weak, endless speech is the realm of scholars."

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