Chapter 880: Chapter 822: Myth of the Future, 81 Tribulations of 9x9

Atabia quickly returned to the future, five thousand years ahead.

A sound of rushing water.

3% of the matter materialized the surrounding scenery, and suddenly everything turned colorful.

The three of them, Atabia included, landed, and the worlds of All Heavens around them, viewed through glass windows, appeared full of vitality.

"We’ve arrived in the future."

"Let’s take a look at the universe under Nokron’s rule, ninety billion years later, and see what it looks like."

Solar Calendar year 25581.

At this time, the era of the Multi-Dimensional Universe had begun for exactly five thousand years.

Since Cosmos 01 was defeated back then, they ceded territory and paid reparations to Nokron, and that universe shut its doors, no longer dispatching its experts to plunder matter. Instead, it adopted a form of isolationism to prevent Outer Domain Celestial Demons from arriving.

And with time, that Cosmos 01 was deemed an End of the Dharma depleted matter universe, barren and backward, holding no interest. Any powerful possessor that descended upon this universe was easily discovered.

Thus, Outer Domain Celestial Demons from all over gradually viewed this initial Parallel Universe as a forbidden zone with exhausted resources.

The mastermind behind this universe remains unknown, but like the Light Ancient God sealed in the sun, it was also sealed.

All multidimensional universes keep watch and suppress it to prevent a resurgence.

That mastermind was, through constant discussion by future historians, considered the second mastermind in the universe, severely distorting the universe’s historical trajectory.

Therefore, to make it easier to monitor, this universe of the second mastermind was projected simultaneously into the skies of the other four parallel universes and inspected, known as: the New Moon.

Indeed...

This Cosmos 01 shines like the moon above all universes.

A roadside tea stall in the Chaos Corridor, opposite a glass window, reveals a beautiful azure deep sea world. Atabia paused.

"Tea, Enlightenment Tea."

"Freshly baked pastries."

"Dear guest, stop here. The world before you is the Mermaid World, a unique world among our ninety-seven Star Domains."

"While we drink tea, you can select what you’d like to eat through the Crystal Wall, freshly harvested, absolutely fresh."

Atabia found that five thousand, ten thousand years ago, All Heavens and Myriads of Realms seemed no different.

At least within the Cosmos, it remained so, always a Chaos Corridor, with worlds on either side, and through glass windows, brilliant landscapes and cultural sights.

"Sun and moon, each sealing the largest two demons in the Mythical Universe."

At the tea stall, Atabia started chatting with an old man.

The old man had also lived through the era of the Outer Domain Celestial Demon war, five thousand years ago, ninety billion years ago.

Yet now, many of his comrades had passed with time, attempting to fuse with themselves in another universe, crossing other universes again and again, falling into various dangers.

A great success built on countless bones.

The "Unity Realm" of the multi-dimensional universe is even more so.

"Unity Realm?"

Atabia murmured, "Beyond the Nine Layer Ancient God, the Tenth Layer Ancient God, initially grasping the Saint’s Authority, in this era has a new name, All Roads Lead to Rome? The self-unity of the multi-dimensional universe? This Tenth Layer Ancient God Realm was crude at first, but now it’s been refined, with a new name, signifying a new starting point."

The knowledgeable old man explained everything that had happened in this segment of history.

Indeed, in this era, it was a new term, and the name "Unity" was indeed derived from "All Roads Lead to Rome."

According to the Saints’ conjecture.

Only by fusing eighty-one "selves" across the multidimensional universes can one gradually break limits and reach the ultimate realm of 140 aptitude level.

But, traversing eighty-one universes, fusing eighty-one selves, how difficult this is!

Firstly, eighty-one universes are just a baseline, because the self you traverse into in this universe might already be dead, not having risen, so you might have to traverse 100, 150 multidimensional universes to gather eighty-one selves.

Secondly, now there are only five Parallel Universes, at most Five-Me Unity, the number of universes hasn’t expanded, eighty-one are just theoretical.

Thirdly, if you have risen in your own universe, it represents an uncommon talent, and you might also rise in other universes, and crossing into other dimensional universes might result in two strongest selves, mutually fighting, trying to devour each other!

This is a different kind of lethal competition.

This mythical realm is unprecedented, of extremely high significance, the "selves" of multiple universes battling each other.

"Unity, All Roads Lead to Rome, eighty-one tribulations, only then might one see the universe’s end and have a chance to compete for the 0-Level Supreme God."

Atabia shook his head, "It seems, in this five-thousand-year era, everyone has been fighting."

Indeed, this was the case.

In these five thousand years of cosmic history, the five parallel universes, the Outer Domain Celestial Demons, have been engaging each other, with multidimensional universe travelers experiencing brutal death tolls.

"Sigh."

The old man twisted his lips, holding a cup of tea with his left hand at the tea stall, while his right hand tapped the leg crossed over his knee, and sighed:

"Many of my friends, dead or injured, I fused with only two of me and then withdrew, realizing I wasn’t cut out for it, so I’m hiding here, living in seclusion."

"But I still fear, that in the other universes, is there another me? I’ve surrendered, but I don’t want to be found by another me from a parallel universe."

The old man’s eyes were clouded, slightly reflecting the light of the azure ocean world before him.

"The other me, did he not lose his ambitions like I did, now turned into a trembling old man, but still ambitious, walking a path similar to mine."

"Did he not get rejected from marriage at the age of thirty-seven, injuring his foundation and leaving a chronic ailment, but instead defeated the malicious woman who broke the engagement? Did another me in another space-time walk the path of invincibility sweeping across this domain of All Heavens?"

"I don’t know how I am in other parallel universes, perhaps as the Saints said, every second in the future will create branches, giving birth to new universes, there must be a me that reaches the peak."

"Because in every parallel universe, my fundamental aptitude is certainly adequate, I firmly believe this."

"But I am afraid, so very afraid."

He kicked his sandals back and forth, looking somewhat forlorn, "I can’t completely retire now, afraid that the other me will come for me. I’m not afraid of death. Perhaps becoming perfect me on his path to enlightenment and material is also a noble death, but I’m afraid he’ll look at me with disdain, as if viewing trash."

Atabia was listening all the while.

He wasn’t a talkative person to begin with, nor was he eloquent.

But he was always the best listener, hearing all sorts of information of this era, finding this cosmic era quite intriguing.