Even though he traverses ti, he is still entangled in the fate of causation, always leading the Million Gods Dynasty, building giants, and challenging the Ancient Gods.
And the battle in the Crystal Wall room between the Atabia Dynasty and the giant Li Qing looked like an ant and a mortal pecking at each other across a room, with alcohol and ultraviolet rays...but in reality, it was the closest the entire dynasty ca to victory against the giants.
His inevitable law indeed allowed him to travel to the ti node with the highest chance of victory to defeat that unseen enemy.
Unfortunately, he still failed at that ti.
Li Qing shook his head, rode the ti machine of his host, returned to the present world, and re-entered the Crystal Wall Ancient City.
"The aftermath of that map has been dealt with."
He walked down the street, feeling slightly weary, traversing this Multi-Dinsional World street, grabbing a drink on the side, and sitting down at a theater.
...
On the other side.
In the dimness, amidst the boundless void.
A vast region of Crystal Wall is navigating.
Sylvie is still familiarizing herself with the branch laws of the Ti series handed over by Emperor Nokron, preparing to beco a legitimate heir of ti and teach those knockoffs from the Dark Matter Cosmic a lesson.
"I have almost succeeded." Sylvie felt a bit smug, but soon her face turned full of gloom, "But, can I really control this Ti Divine Series to strike those Dark Matter Cosmic knockoffs? They have as many as a million."
To be honest, this ascension of the Dark Matter Cosmic.
The first batch was sent over by Professor Wales.
Black Star and the Emperor were the second batch sent over.
Minis and the Holy Dragon were the third batch sent over.
Now it was finally Emperor Nokron’s turn, bringing Sylvie and Sylph as the fourth batch.
Of course, there was also the newly healed Atabia, carrying the long-unawakened corpse of Herodotus, in search of the possibility of resurrecting him.
"It always feels like so opportunity is needed..." Atabia looked at Herodotus’ body, still frowning, feeling sowhat incomprehensible.
Soon a vast country appeared before their eyes, Despair Ancient City.
The magnificent vast Multi-Dinsional World ancient city of the entire Crystal Wall spans several light years, with its aura trembling, one by one, Crystal Walls as nodes, distorting various cosmic rules to beco Tao Field and Divine Country.
Suddenly.
Atabia, who was still studying, discovered that Herodotus’ corpse was inexplicably resonating with this Dark Matter Cosmic.
Strands of fragnted soul aura were rging into Herodotus’ shattered remains, completing his soul.
"How is it possible?" Atabia, who was researching, only felt a chill down his spine, "How could there be another Herodotus dead here, and he died not long ago...the remnants of his soul are completing Herodotus."
Rustle.
Herodotus’ corpse seed to be rging with sothing, suddenly opened its eyes, and from the confused eyes, a voice ca out: "Sicily..."
Boom!
This na triggered so kind of anchor point, Atabia’s head suddenly ached, the soul, telekinesis, consciousness, suddenly shook.
With the sounds of screams and wailing.
In an instant, the world turned upside down, a majestic aura of obliterating everything rushed in, the void suddenly twisted, with a crackling sound, ti began to collapse.
It seed as if with the call of his divine na, so ultimate existence officially awakened on the tiline.
"What is happening to ???" Sylvie suddenly felt her Ti Crystal Wall Divine Domain out of control, as if being forcefully plundered by a stronger ti force, turning into the opponent’s Ti Divine Domain.
And the source of this power was a tall, black-haired man, Atabia.
"How is this possible?? What happened? The ti divine domain you painstakingly built, beca a wedding dress for him?" Sylph also rushed over, with an expression of disbelief, completely unable to understand the current situation of Atabia.
At this mont, a golden figure erged from behind Atabia, as if sothing truly terrifying had awakened.
He opened his eyes.
What a pair of cold eyes they were.
As if an ultimate form of grotesque creature, carrying a purely non-human strength, just looking at it, made ti around oneself feel static, the surroundings plunged into a quagmire,
He controlled the Crystal Wall to warp into the Ti Divine Domain, with the Authority empowered, wherever his gaze fell, there were dozens of massive collapses in ti, sheets of ti twisted like spaghetti into vortices.
As if everything turned into nothingness.
"The mory of my previous life awakens, I have finally escaped to reality." Atabia glanced at his Imperial General Herodotus, finally revealing a trace of a smile: "I am Sicily...no, I am the reincarnated Atabia in the present world, I am now a truly living person."
He gazed far towards Despair Ancient City.
Gazed far towards his future self, this Dark Matter Cosmic in the present world, the Million Gods.
His gaze fell upon a plain and unremarkable void, fully aware that there hid another Dark Matter Cosmic Emperor, sharing his own arrogant character.
Why did he know?
Because that was another version of himself.
He naturally knew where his true self was hiding.
"Is this place still peaceful, with the Elf Ancient God disguising himself within? With a facade of a peaceful friend, yet secretly ddling with our Ti Machine, leaving them completely unaware."
The eyes of this Cosmic Emperor flashed with a trace of cold severity:
"And I have finally escaped from the ’past’; now, it’s ti to reveal the true truth to them and guard against so petty villain."
He reached out with his hand and grasped.
Within the entire cetery of the Atabians, amidst countless entangled chaotic thoughts and souls, ti suddenly reversed, separating these chaotic tangled threads anew, and two bodies were effortlessly brought forth.
Minis, Holy Dragon.
Sylvie beside him looked dumbfounded: "Minis, Holy Dragon, how did you co here? This is not scientific."
"What science is there?" The Holy Dragon shook its big butt, "We traveled here through the Ti Machine and ten millennia have passed. The boss simply drew us out from the chaos of ti on this land; it’s quite normal, isn’t it?"
"Stop arguing." Minis gazed at Atabia in front of him, as well as Herodotus, who was still bewildered, his brain’s mory quickly rebooting.
Minis felt incredibly complex and joyful inside, finally after countless ages of endeavor and his constant secret planning, the Atabia Dynasty had fully revived, erging from diocrity, and the flowers blood completely.
Herodotus also suddenly opened his eyes, showing a hint of clarity: "Atabia?? No, my past life was... Gal."
"My Imperial General, the war is not yet over." Atabia revealed a hint of cold murderous intent, looking towards the Despair Ancient City.
"When I awaken again, it’s ti to rebuild the Tower of Babel."
"I cannot evade, I shall slaughter all of you in the Light Pantheon."
He gently closed his eyes.
He is the God of Necessity, the Cosmic First Fruit; all his prophecies have already been fulfilled.
His last awakening was after defeating the Elf Ancient God, equivalent to traveling to the Atabia Dynasty the next second, to imdiately challenge the Light Ancient God.
And now, his complete awakening this ti is also the next second for the Elf Ancient God; he had just returned to the present world and imdiately re-challenged the Elf Ancient God.
"My Million Gods and Crystal Wall Giants..." he reached out and grasped, "In this battle, I’ve co to reality, no longer constrained by that cage, having beco truly alive; I will not lose."
Crack.
The entire vast Despair Ancient City, the crystal wall was in violent motion, restructuring, displacing, as if all laws had been instantly seized.
This place was decoded instantly because Atabia was also their emperor; he represents the past of all wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, their designs are what he researched and passed down, and these several-million systems of the Crystal Wall World, created by him, are completely unguarded.
"What happened??" On the streets, in the dinsional gaps, within chaos, the Million Gods all erged, stayed stunned, witnessing the drastic shaking changes of earth and heaven, with incredulous expressions.
In the next mont, as they were dumbfounded, they saw their entire crystal wall turning into cells, forming a giant.
The man’s figure and breath, who controlled the entire Despair Ancient City’s crystal wall, were also exposed to the Million Gods, making them roar intensely within their hearts:
"How is it possible? His breath..."
"There cannot be a second Dark Matter Cosmic Emperor!"
"How could there be another Emperor of Sicily?"
"Wait, and next to him, the General, that breath belongs to Gal, isn’t he dead?"
The sudden turn of events made them feel their worldview had been entirely overturned.
But quickly, they generated an unbelievable thought: the past, this was the Emperor of Sicily and Gal from ten thousand years ago in the Dark Matter Cosmic, crossing over to now!
Tap, tap, tap.
The entire void seed like midday, countless crystal walls moving, with thunder and lightning flashing.
"Giant, rise." An identical past Crystal Wall Giant was being rebuilt, Atabia gradually stepped onto the throne of neurons on the giant’s head, looking at the bewildered and questioning Million Gods beside him.
"You all have been deceived, if I hadn’t thought of a way to cross over to reality, to inform everything, under the secret manipulations of that fellow, we would surely face annihilation."
Atabia raised his head, gazing towards the main universe wormhole high above, into the endless crystal wall world inside it.
This mont, like a replay of history.
"Begin trying to mobilize the textures." Atabia’s giant body trembled slightly, slowly raising its head, the giant skeleton had not yet grown flesh, but already swayed as it stood up.
"The third rebuilding of the Tower of Babel, the war has begun again."
In this mont, a great Dark Matter Empire Emperor rebuilt the Tower of Babel once more, continuing the God Slaying War anew.
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