"Very well." Sicily’s eyes flashed with a trace of warmth, "So that’s how it is, truly incredible, an Incomprehensible Level... Ingenious ideas, a Saint who attains the Dao of the Cosmos, endless possibilities."
The gaze of this Cosmic Emperor gradually revealed a hint of determination as he looked at the Elf Ancient God before him.
"Then next, we must prepare to escape and fight to beco truly living beings in history."
"We are false now, and only by escaping can we truly grasp the laws of the Cosmos, truly becoming the God of the [Past] Ancient God, the God of Destiny Sicily. I am the Cosmic First Fruit, mastering the inevitability of all tilines; otherwise, in this cage, we are just pitiful insects."
"Million Gods within , did you hear?"
The Million Gods could not leave Gal’s body, being "digested" inside and about to perish.
According to Minis’s plan to escape, before these Million Gods were almost dissolved, if they transcended to other places, they might survive.
It should be that their aptitude will drop significantly.
But none of that matters now.
"Quantum, is it!!" Sicily’s brain spun wildly, and the Million Gods within Gal were also rapidly churning under the pressure of death.
Roar!
The tide of ti roared.
Sicily re-deduced this law of quantum. Not much is needed, just a thread is enough, just the quantum entanglent among them... He was establishing brand-new structural paraters, the frenzied past continuously rebooting, becoming countless past selves, forming new rule-based Quantum Gods.
This is the great power of ti. For truly powerful Ancient Gods of Ti, ti is nearly infinite. Although he has not yet achieved this, he can now barely gather the power of a Million Gods to deduce a thread of rules.
Boom!!
The Giant God stood in the void, with crystalline long hair flying like flas, each strand connected to countless shadowy pasts, and the man on the throne at the center of the head was the end of all pasts, the Cosmic First Fruit.
Splash!
The past was stacking.
Like lightning empowering itself.
The unparalleled divine powers of various divine authorities converged, formulating physical constants and celestial changes, resonating with new creations and matter.
This First Ancient Divine King, unprecedented with a 120 aptitude, had successfully constructed a similar quantum entanglent through the positive and negative motion of magnets, the vast power transforming into a brilliantly radiant sun, constantly exploding rays of light, turning him into a being of light.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The Elf Ancient God continued to attack relentlessly.
Boom!
The next mont, the giant of the Sicily Divine Series, on the brink of death, suddenly leaped, as if breaking through sothing, as if it were going to crack through and reach the reality beyond this mural.
"Success!"
This man, called the Dark Matter Emperor, suddenly jumped onto Earth, as the Ti God, he seemingly sensed a node of destiny, leaping onto a Zombie Lord in Phoenix City.
On the shattered desolate streets of Earth, countless Ning Guochang zombies with eyeballs were being besieged.
He seemingly caught a glimpse of the tiline. This guy was the node they infested, allowing them to have a truly perfect future, instead of a failed one.
"What happened, am I going to die? Am I also going in, traversing with you?" the Holy Dragon scread and shouted, "Use quantum entanglent, entangle to another parallel ti-space’s Ning Guochang, using him as a translation anchor point?"
Minis chuckled lightly, "All the Million Gods within are about to converge, pity they have almost been digested, and when they traverse the past, they will fall out, but they have been almost squandered, it’s finally ti for them to erge."
Gal laughed loudly, "Hahaha, that Elf Ancient God is without martial principles, is everything about to begin? I must truly fight them, they are annoying, traveling through ti to sneak attack the past, I must reach reality and obliterate the throne of the Light Pantheon!"
The Holy Dragon yelled, "By then, your intelligence will finally improve, rging with the Million Gods and then separating, your aptitude will be reconstructed, and you will beco a wise general!"
"Huh? Can I?" Gal laughed heartlessly.
Minis said, "Certainly not, becoming a general, though you will beco stable, prudent, and magnanimous, you will have established only a brute system of cultivation, leading the practice of all beings astray, and when His Majesty awakened, scolded, saying you only know muscle martial arts."
"Eh? Eh?" Gal was stunned.
....
In the vast void, it was dark.
"Since it’s so, everything as you wish, escape and beco a True Person."
Li Qing’s gaze quietly watched this Emperor and suddenly said:
"This land is false, but you are truly disturbing the tiline now, creating a paradox of ti having real aning, the Cosmos will automatically repair such a paradox, and it may produce a BUG, do you know what will be born?"
"[Ti] will produce [Life]."
"Your Ti Law will mutate into a life nad Ning Guochang, will give birth to special life authority, capable of creating the great power to compile and create life."
"You will create a nesis."
Li Qing murmured, his figure seemingly mastered all the laws of the world, countless silhouettes of Dao and principle, striding away and turning to leave, returning to the present world.
"I therefore rise, extraordinary principles will be nurtured, you and I will beco a closed loop, repairing the grandfather paradox on the tiline."
...
Golden brilliance enveloped everything.
The Gods here were turning into sand, and the Dark Matter Emperor Sicily revealed a faint smile, suddenly descending upon the continuously escaping and developing Professor Wales on the Cosmic Spaceship.
"Since I received your grace, I will also take you out of this falsehood."
Click.
The void was torn open.
Professor Wales and the Ning Guochang, whom their Million Gods Dynasty infested, both transcend to the real past.
One would travel alone in the void to establish a new civilization.
One would, because of becoming a Zombie Lord, pass early, and in a room, nurture the Atabia Dynasty that should have been expelled.
At this mont, the surroundings were constantly reversing, the ti journey had almost reached the terminal station.
The Dark Matter Emperor once again sat back on the golden throne,
"The will of all things, your and my fundantal entanglents, nothing will end, a new Cosmos is about to descend."
Sicily constantly thought back to the Elf Ancient God during the traversal: "I, Sicily, swear as the God of Destiny."
"With my authority, with my tiline."
"Entangle our causal ti."
"Our war will never cease in ti."
Countless ti bubbles mixed with quantum force churned, a laugh suddenly pierced through the Long River of Ti.
The Emperor spread his arms as if embracing the whole world, smiling, "This is not the end, the war of all and everything officially starts today."
"I will lock the inevitability in ti, I will lead the Million Gods to rebuild giants and challenge you!"
He smiled with deep aning, "When I awaken again, fate will link you and , and it’s ti for to rebuild the Tower of Babel again."
"You can’t escape, I will slaughter your Light Pantheon."
...
Destiny seemingly ford threads in the unseen, and the next second, they coincidentally intersected again, traversing the endless void.
The right ti.
The right coincidence.
At the mont of opening eyes, there will be a renewed battle with the nesis, this is the authority of the God of Necessity, your and my necessity is already a given.
The next second, on another Earth, a man clutching his head in intense pain rolled on the ground, a mysterious Crystal Stone gestating within his body.
"Ah!"
Watching a movie in the rental house, Ning Guochang’s eyes were pale, pupils turned ashen, and the whole world seed densely covered with microbes, gradually becoming clear.
"The in a parallel ti-space, is the Zombie Lord?" An overwhelming mory rushed into Ning Guochang’s brain.
Months later.
All fates will be returned to the proper temporal logic.
Ning Guochang died in autism, leaving in the room a new dynasty, a great ant Emperor nad Atabia reopened his eyes, he was completely transparent, with long chains of genes in his body emitting a faint silver glow.
"Let’s start trying to mobilize the texture."
Crack!
"You and I must definitely have a battle." The giant Atabia’s body shook a bit, slowly raising his head, as the huge skeleton had not yet grown flesh, he shakily stood up.
This mont was destined to be rembered throughout history.
As if the first apeman born in human history, standing on a boulder with a silent roar!
"The true enemy is you, Outer God."
In the primal ancient tis, a great Emperor of the Empire called upon people on the ground to build the Tower of Babel, the God-Slaying War of Atabia had already begun.
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