"Is this what the truly Incomprehensible Level is?"
In that mont, when Atabia ascended to His own stature, He felt Himself enter an intangible resonance, a state of selflessness and formlessness.
He seed to beco a part of this cosmos, rging His own small existence with the great cosmos, transforming into the rule itself, neither living nor dead, encompassing heaven and earth, a conceptual god transcending a segnt of the tiline.
This authority was the power governing the past and present, an emanation from the roots of the cosmos, the most supre and potent Divine Power, specifically dominating the power of a particular cosmos.
In this instant, Atabia understood.
His Dark Matter Civilization had truly ascended dinsions, thoroughly entering a Rule Level Civilization.
The two points of [Past] and [Future] had been completely refined into a straight line; his combat power had far surpassed that of any solitary point.
The map of [Past] had been completely opened by him!
"It’s over."
Atabia’s gaze fell upon the Elf Ancient God before Him, "First, I’ll slay you, then I’ll slay the lofty Light Ancient God."
The next second, the face of the Elf Ancient God changed dramatically.
This power, against the current arsenal of the Elf Ancient God, was impossible to resist; it was absolute, overwhelming power—a dual, complete branch of ti in hand; to win, He would have to expose His true identity.
In the next mont, the Elf Ancient God used the power of the past to leap through the tiline and escape, slicing out four past avatars in one breath, transforming into four shadow gods along the life-death tiline, dividing into four light clusters to flee outward.
"rely stolen past authority, the thief rat, and yet using my power so wantonly." Atabia sat upon the throne in High Heaven, wearing the Crown of Ti and Reason, from within Him a mighty authority seeped out, directly activating the past, spanning the Long River of Ti over the land.
Upon the broad back of this Giant was written the inevitable Chronicles of Ti, He wrote: "I am the God of Necessity, Sicily, I will necessarily pursue you."
At the mont the Divine Text was drawn, a certain place within the Long River of Ti seed to be mysteriously locked.
This was the opponent’s authority, the past was inevitable, unavoidable, locking the causal relationships between both parties, inevitably drawn by unseen forces to converge.
In the next mont, it suddenly appeared that a certain escaping organism within the Long River of Ti was completely smashed, every node along the tiline was in turmoil, the pursuit killed swiftly, and soon everything was over, as if the creature nad "Elf Ancient God" had never appeared.
A certain minor character also finally completed his mission, ending his life.
And seeing this victory devoid of any residual conflict, everyone felt a deeper terror.
"Dead? That conniving, stealth-learning despicable character, that Elf Ancient God prison warden, really dead?"
"How can it be so exaggerated?"
"How could such a combat power transcend so much?"
Professor Wales couldn’t help but say, "Modifying the underlying paraters of the cosmos, becoming the rule itself, simply doing as one pleases!"
Holy Dragon was dumbstruck: "Isn’t this cheating! The inevitable lock head cheat!"
As everyone marveled at this battle, Atabia’s face grew more serene, looking at the wormhole within the crystal wall of the Main Universe afar, "Just a lackey helping with tasks, only knowing theft and plagiarism."
His cold deanor spread outward, recording in a voice akin to chanting poetry a new inevitable epic:
"Next is you, Light Ancient God."
Silently!
As if in response to the invocation of the divine na, or perhaps the downfall of the Elf Ancient God, a mysterious resonance seed to occur.
Inside the wormhole in the sky-high Upper City District of the crystal wall, a phantom nad Light suddenly bowed His head.
"Atabia? You killed him?"
A tall, majestic phantom gazed down from the mouth of the Main Universe, His entire being emanating a faint white light shadow, each mont emitting streams of light.
More strikingly visible were the faint nine-layer halo hanging behind his head.
Light Ancient God said indifferently: "Killed a scheming, idle descendant cultivated only for intrigue, how dare he challenge , the past and present are but the smallest parts, even if you establish your Divine Series, beco the new Divine King of this land, you cannot threaten my rule."
With that, the figure of the Light Ancient God suddenly vanished.
The whole land returned once again to its previous state, in the ruins, as if nothing had happened.
At this mont, the countless crystal wall cells within the Giant’s body, the worlds of All Heavens, were already riddled with holes, all in ruins.
Countless survivors wailing in grief, the price of victory in this battle was too great, the civilization had experienced an utter collapse, 99% of the population dead.
"The war is over, we’ll rebuild our nation." Atabia and Sicily had already rged as one, past and future refined into a true form.
He suddenly sat cross-legged, like a towering crystal glazed deity in the void, countless worlds within Him reborn anew.
Because of the reopening of the Gate of Truth, the dead Imperial General Herodotus, as well as the newly obliterated populace and common people, were all reborn in the old days in the next second.
The reality of the recently destroyed beings was rewoven, altered, fragnted tilines forcibly reorganized, a rather perfect ending consequently produced.
"Is it all over now?" Sylvie asked as she looked at the new humanoid Despair Ancient City before her.
"Amazing! All resurrected..."
This Incomprehensible Level power just watching it left people dumbfounded, monts ago it was indeed a wasteland, countless lives lost, the earth opened by the Gate of Truth, now it had recovered anew.
The deceased reborn, reclaid from the tiline.
Black Star couldn’t help but say, "If I guess correctly, the Gate of Truth will beco a frequently used ans in this civilization in the future without side effects."
"Indeed..." The Emperor nodded: "The great force of ti is awe-inspiring."
Professor Wales said: "These fellows, they’re like players in a ga, as long as there’s enough energy, they can continuously resurrect; although it seems previously the Undying Level was similar, able to resurrect repeatedly, not much difference."
"There is a big difference." Sylph looked to the distant grand Divine Country, "Undying Level requires cultivation; how many are there? Whereas the characteristic of this Divine Domain is equivalent to turning everyone into Undying Level."
Though speaking thus, it is not that exaggerated.
Because matter is finite, the life this civilization can accommodate is also limited.
Infinite resurrection ans none of the population would die, long-term it would eventually be overburdened, so in future this civilization will certainly still follow the normal cycle of birth, old age, sickness, and death.
Only among them so deceased young geniuses can be brought back to life.
Yet this is enough to defy the heavens, slowly accumulated, this civilization mastering the rules of ti will possess far more geniuses than other civilizations.
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