A decade has swiftly passed.
Zhu Qi, imrsed in the relentless study of Black Magic every day.
What Li Qing provided was rely a prototype, demanding further personal exploration and developnt.
He discovered that this Black Magic was indeed a formidable martial art, focusing solely on the soul, leaving the body exceedingly frail but allowing the head to project from its original position.
Remote control of unmanned aerial vehicles significantly addressed the issue of a weak physical form.
The corresponding frailty of the body was compensated by an imnsely powerful Power of Slaughter.
High attack, low defense!
The head's surprise attack startled the target, shaking their spirit instantly, ensuring success—truly a perfect assassination technique.
When the head enveloped, it absorbed the opponent's soul and could refine its own Blood Drop skull!
Gradually, he felt his head could beco a legendary Treasure Artifact, perhaps comparable in the future to the mythical Ten Thousand Path Treasure Tower of a Martial Path Demigod from the Northern Domain.
A head that shakes mountains and rivers.
A head that encompasses the universe.
And amidst this era, turmoil began to rise.
A multitude of Demigods began to erge, competing for the next generation's sovereignty.
Among them were even Demigods of Five Rings, Six Rings, and perhaps the greatest Martial Path Demigod having achieved Ten Rings, though it's uncertain if that's true.
More troubling, recent tis have seen demons rampant.
Various demonic martial artists surprisingly ford nurous malevolent organizations, brutal in nature, even attacking cities to practice evil techniques, beginning to consu humans.
Yet in this chaotic world, he remained unafraid.
"With upheaval at hand and heroes dividing the territories, I may lack the grandeur and selflessness of Emperor Tiansheng, yet I harbor the ambition to conquer the world!"
"Though Emperor Tiansheng reigned supre, courageously fighting for the world's future, what use? His long life now but a fleeting mont."
"Had he not shattered the world's barrier of darkness, we wouldn't benefit from striving for dominance in this new great world."
"But what of the era after his passing?"
"Has anyone envisioned that future? Human greed! He quelled an age of darkness; will the next age be free of shadow?"
"Will the next new emperor also fear others' breakthrough, monopolizing Life Map fragnts, hoarding the world's resources?"
This is a stark reality.
This is the evolutionary pattern of civilization.
One race, one Demigod.
A race's Demigod will certainly hinder others' advancent, seizing their Life Maps for cultivation.
Who dares ensure the successor will remain just and open?
The darkness, greed, and ambition within every heart lie in every person.
History is a cycle that repeats.
An Evil Dragon arises, a hero overthrows, only for a new Evil Dragon to erge, awaiting a new hero...
The Realm elevates with each era, but history offers nothing new.
"Now that the sches of the various Martial Path Demigods are clear to all, every era must have its exclusive 'Emperor'; all others are re foils. I must rise in the Southern Barbarian Domain, sweep across the current era, and beco an Emperor of the Witch Race."
Zhu Qi today, vastly different from before, is no longer that performing child.
...
"He has indeed grown."
"His ambition is not small either." Li Qing chuckled, pleased, as ambition is necessary for change, otherwise, why choose him?
Yet this Black Magic was simply a trivial matter to Li Qing.
Scattering a seed, he had no concern whether it would blossom or bear fruit.
Perhaps it would wither.
But others may carry on the civilization's torch, developing through generations, eventually flowering and bearing fruit, naturally.
And Emperor Tiansheng was perhaps an anomaly.
Otherwise, by standard progression, perhaps the eight Demigods would have been the norm, conforming to the [Demigod Era]'s evolutionary pattern.
Unless transitioning to the True God Era.
But the Martial Path Race is a suprely potent and potential-rich ga-race, with a Life Map of over a hundred rings, requiring generations of foundational buildup. How could it happen swiftly?
For weaker, insignificant races, perhaps with just a few rings, they'd complete their Life Map and foundational life structure, finishing the Demigod path.
Yet it is not that the era has returned to previous degenerating routes.
Not entirely so.
What draws Li Qing's true attention is sothing else.
"This little fellow actually survived three thousand years and managed to attain the True God Realm?"
Li Qing showed a hint of curiosity, "Though it's the most insignificant, it has paved a new path and future realm possibility for ."
Indeed.
Soone has actually beco a True God.
...
In an extrely remote, exceedingly small secret realm.
Long ago, a younger Bitter Race mber nad Bitter Void.
Has been hidden here for the entire three thousand years, with a lifespan more ancient than when Emperor Tiansheng heralded the Martial Arts Era.
"I rember the first appearance of Emperor Tiansheng was in our Bitter Race, sweeping over our Bitter Race Demigods, but I was exceedingly shrewd, sensing the off trend and imdiately fled using a small space escape."
Such decisive action saved him from the mutation destiny that befell the entire race, leaving only himself.
However, afterwards, Emperor Tiansheng launched assaults everywhere.
He hid entirely, keeping a low profile, not revealing, quietly cultivating.
While all others underwent mutation, increasing potential, only he remained.
Thus, he was the only remnant of the ancient tis.
Now, he covertly developed his Bitter Race within the small secret realm, reaching the Four Rings—having absorbed forty fragnts of Demigod Fate Maps, becoming a True God.
Four Rings reached Perfection, stepping into True God, astoundingly weak and pitiful.
But in those tis, everything was simplified.
"Lying dormant for three thousand years, it is finally the ti for my Bitter Void to rise."
"The True God has erged, and the Four Domains will submit."
Bitter Void's body was frail, hair white as snow, an elderly figure.
Evidently, due to his race's weakness and low potential, nurous demonic missteps in breakthrough attempts prevented rejuvenation after achieving True God status.
His talents were indeed exceptional; it was only his physical being from a weak race, or else he wouldn't have reached this stage within rely three thousand years.
"Emperor Tiansheng, what a surpassing grandeur, oppressing a generation, but now decayed with age."
"Now, it's I who have slain him, wielding ti as my weapon, settling all contemporaneous geniuses."
His hair snow-white, face deeply wrinkled, hands skeletal, yet brimming with Divine Power,
"This then, is the power of a True God."
"Even if the Emperor were alive, I would certainly extend my hand to slay him, to avenge the genocide inflicted on my Bitter Race three thousand years ago!"
"Regrettable that he has already passed!"
He stepped forward, aura transford explosively.
All who looked up felt terror, sensing so dreadful presence descending.
They were the incomplete; he was complete.
"True God?"
"Impossible!"
"Surely not from the Martial Path Race! Our foundation is too weighty, the journey too long; such accumulation cannot occur overnight."
"A Foreign Race, perhaps from a world beyond ours?!"
The entirety of Martial Path Earth, along with sect leaders of various major sects, was engulfed in shock.
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