Those eyes were indifferent, the tone surprisingly flat.
Zhu Qi suddenly shivered slightly; he was thodical, listing various concrete evidence and data as if searching for an answer, but this was not a courtroom—why would anyone need to explain to you or confront you?
The emotions of ants, their joys and sorrows, their doubts—why should anyone deliberately cater to them??
Moreover, it is just as said.
Even if spoken, would he believe it?
The mont he ca here to ask, he already had the answer in his heart.
Like them, the prodigies of this era have a firm Tao Heart, believing only in the evidence they have researched themselves.
Only now did the Witch Emperor realize that this was an ancient existence who spoke with his fists, and back then was not bothered with your Apocalypse era's sches.
Without listening to either side's argunts, just three short punches shattered the entire stage.
This is a person who "doesn't follow the rules" and "breaks the fra," disdainful of giving explanations.
You want an explanation? You can find the answer with your fists yourself, why bother with rhetoric and debate like this.
The Witch Emperor's expression changed several tis before he finally sighed and said, "So what if it's true or false; essentially, it is through Martial power to subjugate others. Strength allows one to break all restraints and have freedom. I have learned!"
He bowed, turned around, and left with great strides from the tavern.
Li Qing glanced at him and just shook his head.
At this mont, Sylvie couldn't help but speak, "Your Majesty... Did you truly manipulate the history of the Martial Arts World, treating this place as the ancient historical stage of the Martial Path?"
Implanting mories, restarting reincarnation.
If it's true, then His Majesty has beco the person he hates the most; thinking of this, she suddenly doesn't know what to do.
"The history of this land of Martial Arts has never existed; every flower is fresh," Li Qing's voice was gentle.
Sylvie imdiately sighed in relief, "I told you, with His Majesty's straightforward character, how could he do such a chaotic thing? So why don't you explain it properly?"
"No need for explanation," the voice ca through.
Standing behind, Sylvie just silently watched His Majesty drinking and eating while also thinking.
Yes, why explain?
If explained, they wouldn't believe it either.
Unlike herself who has followed His Majesty for years, they don't know His Majesty's character; they simply feel it might be a disguise, a lie, believing only what they wish to believe.
Since they won't believe, why bother speaking in vain.
Moreover.
In His Majesty's eyes, whether they believe or not truly doesn't matter much.
Position, perspective, dinsion—they're different.
To make it an even more cruel analogy, would people care about the emotions of an ant nest?
Even if aiming for His Majesty as a target, as a behind-the-scenes manipulator wanting to overthrow this enemy, this situation could even motivate and propel the Martial Arts Civilization system of this era, making it even more brilliant!
Looking at the younger generation so diligent, His Majesty might even be sowhat pleased.
The more Sylvie thought about it, the more it made sense; detailing various evidence—what use is there? Regardless of true or false, martial power is key to controlling one's life.
"Each of us lives in a cage and wishes to escape our own cage."
Sylvie mumbled softly, her mood suddenly improved, full of joy, "Your Majesty, let pour you so wine!"
Li Qing suddenly spoke coldly without lifting his head, "As a guard, have you prepared? You'll face the roaring heroes of this era's entire court of deities, the Martial realm's roaring heroes?"
Aah, this?
Sylvie froze.
Indeed, if His Majesty doesn't explain and if they truly believe His Majesty is the manipulator, wouldn't it be like the Apocalypse World, with the entire civilization wanting to overthrow the 'evil on,' the nightmare manipulator of reincarnation?
Wouldn't it be , the guard in front of the palace, taking the brunt?
Her complexion imdiately grew gloomy!
In this era, there are the Emperor, Minis, Witch Emperor, Holy Dragon... various great prodigies.
I alone, blocking the entire era—roaring, "Who dares stand tall" for His Majesty, the "behind-the-scenes manipulator," against the passionate masses of life?
Who could bear this!
Even risking estrangent with old friends, Aurora and others, facing off with blades.
Her face suddenly turned bitter.
Coming truly at the wrong ti, should have arrived behind the Witch Emperor, or wouldn't have beco His Majesty's guard first.
Nokron chuckled: "Now, I too have returned to this era to practice again; currently still a Demigod, belonging to the category of mortals, surrounded by countless True Gods from Heaven, must rely on the guards for Path Guardian."
This implied she would be the one to take a beating.
"Ugh! How about Your Majesty explain first?" Sylvie whispered.
"The path is yours to choose, destined to be more rugged; this is the first task, resisting the life's masses attacking from this civilization, invigorate yourself." Nokron stood up, elegantly wiped his lips with a napkin, "Settle the bill."
"Yes!"
Sylvie imdiately said loudly.
This marked the beginning of training akin to demonic practices, then she ran to settle the bill, following His Majesty out of the tavern.
Soon, Sylvie followed Li Qing, walking across the entire land for several days, observing the Spiritual Qi growing dense in the era of the Black Magic Masters, observing all the way.
During this period, His Majesty only said three words to her:
Watch carefully.
Clearly observing the life's masses system of this era, noting the cards of the Emperor, Minis, and others, knowing oneself and the enemy, could lead to victory every ti.
And it happened that he was once among them, adequately knowing the ins and outs of the various sides.
Sylvie followed His Majesty through city after city, touring and observing, before gradually leaving this land.
"Your Majesty, where are we going?" Sylvie asks.
"To the Divine Realm," Li Qing responded.
Soon, Sylvie followed His Majesty to the second Divine Realm, the Moon Realm.
This was the land of the Apocalypse Civilization, her original holand.
The ground was full of one srizing palace building after another. The skyscrapers of the past still stood, only replaced by new life, becoming the residences of True Gods.
"Then where are we going next?" Sylvie asks, but His Majesty didn't answer, just led her to a terrifying place.
Outside the Crystal Wall of the Apocalypse World.
It was only then that Sylvie understood they were heading to sothing dreadful.
Back then, the Half-Elf True God went beyond the Wall, slapped to death, the tragic scene still vivid; now no one dares to go out recklessly.
Yet His Majesty led her out, and she dared not ask, dared not speak.
Swish.
The Crystal Wall split open like a curtain of water, spreading apart on its own.
Li Qing led Sylvie across into the space beyond chaos.
And beyond this Apocalypse World's exterior, is a living room, opposite the glass is a potted Moon Tree.
In the Crystal Wall Chaos, fog is dense.
"Here is the Chaos Land outside the Crystal Wall, full of crises, could this possibly be the remnants of the Dream Garnt God relic of bygone tis?"
Sylvie looks up to see a massive Moon Tree towering beyond the Crystal Wall of the Apocalypse World.
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