Li Qing's consciousness was attached to Herodotus from beginning to end, imitating him.

However, even the wrong direction was copied, resulting in a broken Crystal Core and taking the same wrong path.

This made Li Qing sigh, civilization is ultimately not achieved overnight.

At this moment.

The man sitting on the imperial throne also had a broken ruby on his forehead and looked at him coldly, stating the truth calmly:

"Curious? I also tried to step into this Fifth Realm, and failed, I am about to leave this world, returning to silence."

Herodotus quickly recovered from his surprise.

The other party previously had a similar Six-pronged Thorn Crown.

Now entering this same realm, from beginning to end, the other party should have only been reviving the power.

This was an already existing path.

Not created by myself first, I was just chasing a series of civilization's monuments ahead, merely imitating him.

However, it seems the other party also failed.

The Crystal Core is broken, life is short.

He was merely a wisp of will that was temporarily revived; failure is normal.

It seems that breaking through this Fifth Realm is not so easy.

Suddenly, he felt that his failure was an acceptable thing, and his heart felt much comforted, becoming more at ease.

A deep voice resounded:

"Boy! You have come this far, even in our era, you are extraordinarily brilliant, at your age, I was far from reaching your level."

Seated, this Demon Monarch Emperor chuckled softly, showing a bit of nostalgia and melancholy.

"The first breath, the Third Realm, the Fourth Realm, even half of the Fifth Realm was broken through, if anyone in our time, some old folks would definitely fight over you to take you as a disciple."

His pair of reddish-brown eyes quietly told of the vicissitudes of life.

"Today's world, after all, has produced some remarkable figures."

"How many epochs have passed, how many civilizations have perished, from the disappearance of the Giant Divine King of the Enshi Giant Dynasty in the broken war, to the eternal slumber of the Black Mirror Queen in the Ashen King City of Black Soil, and the Half-True God Gel breaking through the Crystal Wall of the Sky Country, entering the vast Chaos, vanishing without a trace..."

Everyone was shocked, their bodies involuntarily shivering slightly.

"Each of them shone brightly, unfortunately..."

"Those splendid ones once had glory, yet all turned into waves in the epochs, vanishing, and the Ancient Gods beyond Chaos played civilization as chess pieces, making endless worlds wage war for them, even if the worlds turned barren, and the earth collapsed..."

"Many civilizations once stepped into the true Half-True God, entangled in thorns, but only a few broke fate and hid, like me, dying not dead, slumbering in the past."

"And you..."

The man suddenly smiled.

"No, it's you all."

He watched Herodotus ahead, and the innumerable Abyss Mages, with a bit of expectation in his eyes, said:

"Able to step into this realm, perhaps this epoch of civilization has the hope of climbing to the peak before us, even breaking into the paths we never successfully trod."

"This era of civilization might not be a fleeting wave; you already have the qualification to know my name."

"'Fist' Nokron."

The name is short, named after the simple fist, seemingly plain and ordinary.

In fact, given the title of "organ" in the history of biological evolution, it may contain profound meaning.

To walk the evolutionary path of endless life in the Domain of the Fist to its pinnacle, unrivaled, splitting heaven and earth with a single punch, perhaps only then is it worthy of the title "Fist."

And that terrifying punch that the world witnessed indeed reached an unbelievable realm.

"This era, might surpass us, perhaps."

The ancient Demon Monarch Nokron suddenly thought of something, looking at Talus who had suddenly climbed back.

He appeared very embarrassed.

If not for the Demon's Hand providing the regenerative ability of the Slime Monarch, he might have just died instantly.

The Demon Monarch Nokron frowned and said, "Talus, you are still weak, not yet surpassing him, this is my last gift."

He removed the broken ruby from his forehead and placed it in this man's hand.

Suddenly, the entire palace fell silent.

And Nokron, having lost his life core, gradually melted, turning into a frail old man,

"Interesting, this era presents some astonishing possibilities."

A distant voice echoed through the entire Abyssal Palace.

"Gods are long gone, the saints quietly departed, Gods never truly loved the world, just as the world never truly loved themselves, they only love the mysterious truth."

"Spending their blood, experiencing war, even if the world becomes barren, life perished, heroes of the era roar at the mountain peaks, yet they must pursue the boundless dreams of the celestial vault."

Crash.

A ripple of seawater spread, and three Abyss Dominators quickly subdivided on the ground.

This temporary descent, that ancient existence ultimately turned into history, returning to eternal silence.

....

At the same time.

Talus first set the ruby on his forehead, looking at the Elf King Herodotus who had little time left.

This man had less than sixty seconds of life left; in his final moment, he would surely want to level the entire upper echelons of the Abyss World.

"Then, go ahead, the second decisive battle, I will send you to death." Talus spoke; he was already the strongest in the Abyss World, bearing the survival of the entire race.

The decisive battle fully erupted.

Boom!!

Almost at the same time, their battle instantly erupted for the second time.

In the center of both their brows was a shattered dark red gem crystal core, stepping into that mysterious realm; this terrifying power erupted completely.

Bang bang bang!

After a few exchanges, they battled out of the undersea abyss and reached the sea surface.

Bang bang bang!

The crystal wall sky overhead shed a faint afterglow, and the setting sun witnessed these two mythical figures.

They fought all the way, constantly relocating their battlefield, reaching the world passage at the borderlands, reaching the Elf World, clashing continuously on the ground.

The entire world seemed to have become their battlefield.

Houses built of earth shattered.

Trees collapsed.

Ripples of energy swept across the land, countless dust flying.

Bang!

The next moment, their battle had already reached under the World Tree, continually climbing its massive trunk, leaping among the branches, relentlessly pursuing.

A battle lasting mere tens of seconds felt like several centuries passing.

Herodotus was glaring his last rays of sunset, composing his final frenzy.

...

On the other side.

Minis, with the gods who had fallen to mortals, watched the battle from afar.

It was an unbelievable domination of power.

Minis recalled the life of this man once lauded as an Imperial Hero, and in his heart, he suddenly felt an extremely complex impulse.

"I can do nothing." He suddenly couldn't help but fall to his knees, this man once chosen as the Pope, considered closest to the Divine King, wept like a cowardly child covering his face.

He was not crying for Herodotus but for the intense helplessness of being unable to decide his own fate.

...

...

All of a sudden.

Lightning flickered across the leaves, illuminating the whole world.

A voice suddenly burst into laughter, Herodotus finally let loose:

"Hahahaha! In the end, I have never stopped! I'll use this final battle to kill you and simulate a few more divine techniques, perfecting the Elf Law!"

The terrifying battle erupted in the tree, electric currents surging.

Suddenly.

The leaves of the World Tree were ignited, flames consuming everything, mist rising to the sky, the choking smell consuming, the fragile races on the ground dying.

"Run!" On the ground, human tribes and elf tribes ran, screamed, a chaotic scene like the apocalyptic carnage.

Under the leadership of the Grand Mage Anthony, the human race sought refuge, while the Elf Race's Natural Watcher, Sereden, led the elf peoples in a run.

In this moving caravan of refuge, Natural Watcher Sereden watched the scene on the sky-high World Tree,

"The gods are dead, the World Tree is burning, who will protect us in the future?"

The Grand Mage Anthony's expression gradually became resolute, "We will protect ourselves, our own race will produce our own god."

...

At the world's edge, in front of the tunnel, the Abyssal high officers watched distantly at the all-encompassing flames, with the entire World Tree burning.

Steam in the sky roiled wildly.

On the ground, flames roared into the sky.

The Burrow Lord Asron, with the Naga Witch Sylph, stood shoulder to shoulder watching the scene of devastation, a terrifying suppression weighing on their hearts.

The Burrow Lord Asron looked up, muttering to himself: "The Land of the Elf Gods, with each world's gift bestowed upon one person, the kings of both sides are having the final war."

The branches of the Divine Tree were ignited, burned with scars.

The flaming World Tree burst with another firelight.

Whooosh~~~

The kingdom on half the earth burned as if engulfed in flames, Mars bombarding the wide land, sweeping through like a prairie fire.

It seemed as if the entire Elf Realm was enshrouded in an era now unreachable, now a distant ideal.

Centuries later, those scorched stones and the gray crystalline wall saturated in smoke would foretold of the once inconceivable war of destruction the world had suffered.

And at that time, surely the people would pass down such a description orally:

"In ancient times, when the Human Race and Elves were first born, and the world rules were yet to differentiate, the era burned like flame transformations, the Divine King Herodotus used everything in ashes, forged into the Elf Law that inaugurated the era of divine techniques."

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