A battle between the strong lasts dozens of days, long?

Not long.

In the Lower Realm, various prodigies and heroes slaughter each other, chasing and fleeing across mountains and rivers, eating in the wind and sleeping in the dew, all within mere months, perhaps years.

Yet, just in these dozens of days in the Divine Realm, the Lower Realm has already entered a new era.

"Truly interesting, soon some flowers like you will roar and charge upwards."

Sylvie spoke indifferently:

"Since the dawn of time, the Dream Garment Race is not proficient in combat, but excels in assistance, yet I've dreamed through countless reincarnations, witnessing one puppet role after another on the stage, each mighty race, far surpassing me, but how many can kill me?"

Everyone below had dull expressions.

It is not bravery or might, but killing with the trend of the era, that embodies the Celestial Dao.

This move is too ruthless, one might say it not only kills but also crushes the spirit!

The Lower Realm has been re-seized by the Ten Directions Celestial Emperor, new opinions, new trends, all being reshaped, labeling these heroes who just ascended to the Divine Realm as decayed! As ancient evil of dark chaos!

Even younger heroes are coming to kill them!

On our side, we are like rootless water, while the other side comes endlessly, slaughtering the "Evil Dragon" and overthrowing decay.

In this light, no matter how strong you are, death is inevitable.

From a probabilistic perspective, as the future holds infinite possibilities, even if the likelihood of a genius appearing is one in a billion, with time it will inevitably become a hundred percent.

The strongest prodigies often appear in the next future.

I am destined to be killed by someone stronger.

And just as I charge up, I am overthrown by passionate heroes like myself, this is the most painful way to die, ironic yet despairing, akin to torture.

"Play chess long enough, and you understand the manipulation of great trends."

Sylvie was wholly unconcerned with the unsightly expressions of these young True Gods, she took out a Beast Fighting Chessboard, and played chess with herself.

This Beast Fighting Chess is a world of squares, seemingly containing the ultimate reason of the heavens and earth.

She gently placed a piece, murmuring softly: "Year after year the flowers are similar, yet people remain unchanged!"

Watching the figure on the Celestial Dao throne, the mastermind behind the scenes spoke eloquently, the atmosphere suddenly grew stifling.

Oppressive.

Incredibly oppressive.

The young True Gods felt a pressure condensed upon them.

At this point, no one dared speak loudly.

That cold, condescending gaze made all the proud heroes feel it was only natural.

The so-called Celestial Dao naturally manipulates the great trends of the heavens and earth, using people as chess pieces.

If Heaven truly fought with them, battling with fists, crossing swords, then perhaps that would be a joke.

That wouldn't be Heaven!

Within this invisible aura, not only the young True Gods, even Ning Guochang, Angelle, and Aurora felt the pressure, sensing unfamiliarity in Sylvie.

She vanished with Nokron for thousands of years, as if becoming a different person.

More mature, yet more unfamiliar.

Perhaps from the start, she was disguising herself, not a mere flower resembling others on the stage of apocalypse, but the true ancient mastermind!

An ancient Dream Garment!

"Senior!"

Ning Guochang looked at the Elf Divine King Minis beside him and immediately said: "The Celestial Dao holds the Divine Realm, killing us with the trend of the world, heroes of the Lower Realm will surely stack like tides, overthrow us, the dark and decayed, severing all injustice."

"Do whatever you intend."

Minis shook his head, ignoring him, his expression calm, "She arranges this trap, awaiting our ascent to be caught here, naturally she has absolute confidence in her defenses, I need to observe and study for a while."

Studying on-site for a targeted solution?

Ning Guochang hesitated for a moment.

Minis is not only a genius in martial arts, but his research talent defies the heavens, is he truly capable of finding out in time?

"I hope you don't die."

Minis's Witch Staff began transforming, morphing into a wizard's book, he began writing and drawing.

Looking at the figure of the ancient Elf Divine King, with that calm and eerie androgynous beauty, Ning Guochang's expression suddenly changed, as if realizing something.

Indeed.

What seems like a dire dead-end is actually only fatal for the likes of Ning Guochang's generation of geniuses.

What of the many geniuses of the Lower Realm era, coming one after another?

Even if Minis is persecuted as the mastermind by the passionate heroes, so what?

Minis does not fear!

Because he knows he is currently very strong, no matter how many heroes of the era emerge, his life is never in danger.

Moreover, he practices in the special Space System of wizardry, as long as he decides to leave, those era geniuses cannot hold him.

For him, it's merely a situation requiring a certain time to unravel, all he needs is patience to wait.

However, for those of us in the subsequent class, there's no avoidance of the Lower Realm heroes' onslaught!

Just dozens of days...

"Senior!" Ning Guochang showed a hint of struggle.

"It's no use."

"I'm not Herodotus, I am mediocre, this is already the limit of my capabilities."

Minis lowered his head, still calculating formulas in the book, seeking out the enemy's weaknesses, "Ever since I became king, truly lonely, friends and foes around me, dead or departed."

"In each era, familiar faces leave, grow old, die of sickness or in battle, are you destined to be one of history's waves?"

"My era is in the future, some ordinary needs time to bloom."

A sudden breeze blew by Minis, his Elf Robe rustling in the wind, "So, please, hold on until the future."

"Damn it." Ning Guochang's expression slightly changed as he looked at Minis, who was completely ignoring them.

Angelle immediately walked over and said, "Take action, we have very little time!"

"He's holding back his trump card." Ning Guochang smiled bitterly,

"He knows, how can it be easy to kill the heavens? If he exhausts his trump card now, he'll still lose in the future. The more trump cards he exposes, the more dangerous it is. Now he wants our Martial Path Race to make a move, so he can reap the benefits and take the opportunity to deduce the flaws in the Celestial Dao Body! After all, all the gods of his Wizard Lineage are restraining the ten Celestial Emperors of the Sun in the Lower Realm."

His people are not here.

He's treating our Martial Path Race as cannon fodder, a Suicide Squad, to launch the charge and strike the opponent's Nine Revolutions Profound Skill, to gather information on the enemy's cultivation technique, while he deduces the flaws from the shadows.

Does some mediocrity need time to bloom into a flower?

This is to make them endure this "mediocrity" time so that he can rise!

If you can't endure it, you'll die directly!

But undeniably, from his perspective, it's the most reasonable approach.

Slaughtering Heaven has always been a near-death endeavor!

He is merely choosing the best route to preserve himself and achieve victory.

Secluded and safe.

"Damn it, but we can't afford not to go." Ning Guochang glanced at the Elf Divine King, "Otherwise, in over ten days, when the heroes charge into the Divine Realm, we'll be the first to die."

He and Angelle were already true fully-fledged Martial Arts True Gods, the only two Martial Arts True Gods present because the path was too long, and very few of the younger generation had broken through.

There were a total of one hundred and ten rings, and although not as exaggerated as the Emperor, they were just ordinary Martial Arts True Gods, who had cultivated four to five kinds of Martial Arts Secret Manual ultimate techniques.

"Rain-Breaking Finger."

Ning Guochang, now practicing the Martial Path Lineage, slowly placed his fist in front of him.

Rumble!

In an instant, he disappeared from where he stood.

The wild wind and rain seemed to gather on his fist, and wave upon wave of attacks converged on the shadow sitting on the Celestial Dao Throne, dense as a rain curtain, drilling through stone and water alike.

This was a technique specifically designed to break defenses, attacking a single point.

In an instant, a hole appeared on Sylvie's neck, with residual shadows densely packed, as if countless sharp blades rained down on her, with a frequency of tens of thousands of times per second.

Bang, bang!

His finger seemed like a high-powered drill, piercing through the sky!

This was a special martial technique formed by high-speed frequency and soul aura resonance, already a Martial Secret Technique worthy of being called divine, but it could barely breach the third layer.

"Martial arts... finally looking decent..." Sylvie, elegantly unconcerned as if the other did not exist, picked up a glass of red tea and began sipping slowly in her seat, allowing the opponent to attack, unmoved like Mount Tai.

Spurt!

The next moment, the red tea in Sylvie's hand was knocked flying.

"Don't replenish energy! Restore stamina!" At this, the other Angelle also started to take action, transforming into a giant Furious Vajra, his whole body bronze-colored.

However, it seemed his martial arts weren't inclined towards slaughter, being a Martial Artist True God specializing in defense and body refinement, a cumbersome giant with just enough attack power to break the first layer of true god defense, unable to penetrate the second layer.

"This is too much!!"

Looking at the toppled teacup, Sylvie's black hair suddenly flew and danced, her face as white as jade, showing a hint of anger amidst composure.

Boom!!

Sylvie raised a hand, and amidst the dull rumbling, the air seemed to form a series of intense vibrating ripples.

Two people flew backward, Ning Guochang, inexperienced in defense, spat out a mouthful of blood violently, while Angelle, a defensive warrior, merely turned pale.

"This is absurd."

Minis furrowed his brows.

It was clearly evident that this Celestial Dao's defense was not only amazing but in strength, it was even more terrifying because their body layers nested together.

Combining the power of the Black Magic Master lineage, deemed a weak point, to reinforce each other, even the weakest strength has turned into ninefold force, reaching a very terrifying level.

Minis was slightly surprised, "This is a bit troubling."

Strictly speaking.

This Frankenstein, even though she wasn't holding back at the moment and truly just had nine layers of true god, she was still a super monster with nine hundred rings!

Although patched up and not unified, it has reached an extreme level of monstrosity!

No matter how strong his strength was, the opponent's sheer power was more than ten times his own. This number of rings is a monster, yet she doesn't even engage in combat and is a defense-specialized iron box. How can one break through such a defense?

At the root, they lack foundation, having just broken through and coming up.

Minis watched them, shaking his head as he continued writing, mocking himself, "If Herodotus were here, they might not die."

Often he wondered, if he had been stronger back then, would the Age of the Elf Gods have been destroyed?

Would the Atabians not have lost their country?

Yet he could only watch, could only compromise, choosing self-preservation.

Like the present, he could only ensure his own safety, watching them struggle and shed blood in the era, then living alone into the next epoch, unable to do anything.

"You are really powerless."

At this moment, a hidden figure suddenly stepped out in the Divine Realm.

The man strode out boldly, tall and mighty, muscular yet not like a rough giant, conveying a wild beauty.

It was unexpectedly the Witch Emperor, who evidently had entered the Divine Realm in the shadows, attempting to reap gains unnoticed, but unexpectedly also found himself trapped here.

Everyone turned to look.

Wasn't the Witch Emperor dead?

How is he standing alive right before our eyes?

Minis remained calm inside, knowing well that many others were lurking in the dark, and some were finally being drawn out.

"I have to act myself." The Witch Emperor snorted coldly, "Celestial Dao, you are but a maid, having left then returned, using my lineage as defense; if others can't break you, can I not break you?"

Sylvie turned her head, a faint show of emotion crossing her face.

"Weren't you already dead, deceiving the Celestial Dao? No, you didn't deceive it, you should indeed be dead. Who are you?"

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