Atabia’s expression grew increasingly calm.

Previously, Elis had suffered under the hands of the Holy Master of that era’s protagonist.

Now, is it his turn to suffer a setback?

Must he rely on others for help?

Doesn’t this mean that he is on the same level as that crazy woman Elis?

Speaking on a higher note.

The protagonists of successive eras have repeatedly undone the Saints, setting them up in linked schemes, doesn’t this prove that their rule is not as absolute?

The young protagonists and heroes, each extraordinarily talented and brilliant, are they so easy to overthrow them? They are Saints! Celestial Venerables! Yet they are provoked successively by mortals with only a fraction of their strength...

"But it must be said, they indeed reached the limits of their framework."

"If it were me in their adverse environments, with so few resources, I wouldn’t have done better."

From this perspective, Atabia had a slight admiration for these young individuals.

At this time.

Herodotus’s long-awaited battle was underway, continuously furrowing his brows, "Time is not good at breaking this tortoise shell formation; the opponent has created countless folds using space dimensions, maze-like, linked together, making it hard to break."

"If one masters space techniques, it would be easier to counter them."

"I can only use the timeline to slow down, observing the opponent’s formation structure frame by frame for ordinary flaws." Time passed slowly, a large amount of information flowing, and his eyes felt strained.

Undoubtedly, the opponent set a trap specifically for the Time Ancient God, deadly against the Time God.

Did they not anticipate you would use the power of time to break the formation?

It must be targeted!

Herodotus felt a sense of repression and unease in battle.

He, who loves to fight, couldn’t feel the pleasure and exuberance of warfare.

This is the current era, the higher the realm, the more restricted these combat-type powerhouses are.

Even Elis has started to adapt and transform!

A combat-type crazy woman has begun to engage in strategic intelligence.

Looking at Herodotus below, puzzled, Atabia said to Minis beside him: "Herodotus is a pinnacle figure in combat, already the genius limit of the time combat type, but even he can’t break it, which means the opponent is very targeted."

"What do you think?" Atabia’s gaze fell on Minis, full of interest.

"I don’t know." Minis was slightly unconfident, "But I can try, Time Authority, in a situation where brute force won’t work, I can use life and space to break the formation."

"Okay." Atabia nodded with a smile, "Let Herodotus remove his matter and you step in, plus you in this era, with your four me overlay, should no longer be considered low talent."

With a swish.

Herodotus dispersed with the wind, returning to the Long River of Time like a Heroic Spirit.

This perhaps is also the norm for the future Time God!

In the Long River of Time, storing heroic spirits of historical heroes, to fight for him in other eras.

Minis quickly condensed again, standing in this era.

Whoosh!

He took a deep breath.

The outline of that time-line-painted Minis had come down from the Celestial Realm and slowly merged with him.

"The fourth me." With a boom, Minis’s figure flickered, as if some mosaics were flashing, creating a sense of incongruity within the cosmos.

In an instant, everyone looking at him felt they saw something incomprehensible, their minds in turmoil.

A strong sense of contradiction and incongruity was wildly breeding on him.

"What is this?"

"Another minion?"

"Why is his realm so low? Just a Third Layer Ancient God?"

Everyone looked on.

Volga glanced at the opponent, his voice deep, "Not good, this is a Third Layer Ancient God simultaneously practicing time, life, and space... But how is this possible?!"

One must know, only upon fully cultivating one blueprint can they cultivate the next layer of the Ancient God Realm.

But this man before them hasn’t even completed the first blueprint, being a fragmented First Layer Ancient God, yet he has cultivated the Second Layer?

The Second Layer also fragmented, proceeded to cultivate the Third Layer?

This defies the universe’s common principles of cultivation!

Three fragmented systems advance simultaneously.

The existence of this creature was filled with an inexplicable sense of incongruity, like a collection of bugs and paradoxes.

What kind of monster is this man?

Or perhaps, is it that the four Saints in the void were creating some extraordinary creature, an ultimate life form within the timelines of the multi-dimensional universe?

Various thoughts flashed by.

Volga’s heart pounded crazily, "These Saints of the universe, residing in the Celestial Realm, were secretly creating a man-made ultimate existence, to break through to the next realm! The origin of that universe, the ultimate omnipotence!"

With a crack.

He had yet to react.

"I can break this formation." Minis seemed to have found their flaw, repeatedly leaping and attacking.

Their battle array was vast and bloated, where every Ancient God’s Authority was composed of the Three Thousand Great Path, space, and life formations.

Those who don’t understand these laws are completely at a loss, but this man seemed to have dabbled in all, beginning to decipher their formation diagram.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One node after another was attacked.

The entire powerful Ancient God team didn’t attack at all, staying within their defensive turtle shell.

A large amount of detection data and information continuously emerged in their internal information transmission network.

"The seventh node is damaged."

"This guy has a problem."

"The ultimate weapon created by the Saint?"

"So, as long as we kill him, we might be able to severely damage their future."

Amidst the astonishment of countless people, their formation diagram was repeatedly damaged.

They had been continuously explored and researched. At this rate, they would eventually have their formation and this life-linked defensive turtle shell broken.

"Your Majesty, if this continues, we will lose!"

"You should go to the future, the space channel is still open!"

"Abandon us, we will send you to the future!"

"Yes, our sacrifice has been worthwhile! The war of this era is a war of intelligence. Civilization’s victory is not achieved overnight. We will send the information we’ve obtained to the present, hand it over to them..."

"Indeed! The intelligence we gained at the cost of our lives is enough, the Time Immortality Technique, that henchman, and the secrets of the artificial genius!"

"They will do better in the future."

Voices kept coming through.

"No."

Volga gazed at the Time Supreme God in the sky and smiled, "I will lead you all, become your king. Life is about never abandoning brothers."

"That manufactured monster, though omnipotent, isn’t outstanding. We have a chance."

His gaze gradually deepened.

Humans have never been lonely.

Their current legion, united by various ideas, gathered unprecedented strength. Being able to reach this limit was enough.

As for rationality?

What is that?

The rise of human civilization was almost always led by the irrational.

In history, those who pioneered for the masses were burned by the ignorant, scientists who declared the earth round were despised, and how could the steeped-in-fire martyrs speak of rationality?

If their legion were rational, they wouldn’t choose to risk their lives in battle.

Now, they wanted him to be rational instead?

Abandon them and run away?

"You really have double standards," he silently recited, "How can I be rational? From the beginning, it was just a desperate fight, merely victory or death."

Boom!

The entire military formation erupted completely.

"Someone has to do it. Why not you and me? Someone has to die. Why not you and me?" The Emperor of the Northern Country, who ruled the era, strode out from the crowd, personally leading the 800,000-strong army, standing tall, mobilizing various hubs, rearranging and lighting up star-like nodes.

Boom!

The towering light surrounded him, forming a gigantic military formation giant spanning the cosmos, as if showing people the magnificent body of that ancient mythological giant tree connecting heaven and earth.

"Kill kill kill! If someone must die, I’ll be the first among my brothers to fall!!"

Volga laughed maniacally, "He is a useless entity. It looks like he can break the formation, but it’s slow. I’ll switch to attacking and kill him directly!"

With a crack.

A lightning bolt flashed.

The King of the Era from 9 billion years later suddenly mobilized cosmic power, stabbing fiercely towards Minis.

With a crack.

Minis, after all, was mediocrity itself, unable to react in time, even forgetting to comprehend the Time Immortality Technique, and was instantly blasted to pieces.

"I am the victor!"

"I am the victor!"

Volga laughed loudly, the roar seemingly shouting out all his will.

He held up Minis’s disappeared head, pointed at the sky’s indifferent deities, and roared:

"Saint! You are a saint, tell me! Tell me!"

"When the 9 billion years of time is a deception, how do we live in the void, how do we experience joy and sorrow!!"

"We just want to live... just want a future..."

Atabia made no response, gaze indifferent, suspended high like the clear blue sky, watching as Minis, who appeared formidable yet was ambushed and trapped, was defeated, "You’re quite weak..."

The next second, an invisible majesty descended from the depths of the cosmos.

A shadowy figure of a white-robed scholar gathered Minis’s just-disappeared matter, reformed, and reached out, collapsing space like a crumpled piece of paper, gracefully transforming it into a colorful, beautiful Dimensional Flower.

The flower gently fell.

The entire enormous war formation seemed to have its node struck, layer by layer shattered, and dissipated into smoke.

"The Saint acted, one hit.... the Northern Country’s King still lost."

Across the cosmos, countless strong beings observing the battle in their small worlds silently closed their eyes.

All Heavens and Myriads of Realms were depicted as sketch lines, countless black and white sketches of living beings, some gazing upwards, some crouched on the ground, watching that vividly colored war zone where all perished, unable to speak through tears.

In their grief, the living sang ballads.

"Distant past~~ endless future.... another us traversing space-time shall eventually rise.... as a new hero reincarnates from the cradle in the Long River of Time, we still cherish the pursuit of truth... revisiting the forbidden Supreme Deities...."

The entire cosmos mourned, the living fell into endless darkness, Atabia nodded silently at the Emperor of this timeline, wrapped his matter, reached out again to tear through the space-time, and turned away.