"In the mythology of cosmic tides, Dream Garnt is undoubtedly a person that history cannot forget," the Emperor said with a touch of emotion. Such a brilliant and courageous life was sothing he yearned for.
The cosmos always has heroes writing epics.
They stared at each other for a while before exchanging a glance.
"By the way, we also encountered Elis..." Herodotus suddenly looked at Sylph.
During the era of the old Abyss World, Abyssal Naga Sylph and Abyssal Fairy Empress Elis were indeed very good friends.
As for Aurora...
Is it really going to be Elis's mother again soon?
"Are you sure it's Elis?" Sylph was a bit surprised, as that was during the era of her young birth.
"It should be her. Although the battle was intense back then and she didn't have the chance to say much, she clearly recognized ,"
Herodotus nodded, sighing, "It's as if she traveled back to prehistory, ultimately becoming one of the three Innate Divine Kings, participating in the fight against Nokron...
Speaking of which, this fate is really quite the coincidence. Nokron was a prehistoric Abyss Emperor, and Elis was also an empress of the Abyss. It was that woman who, under the hint of the Thunderbolt Ancient God, orchestrated the revival of Nokron."
Their expressions flickered several tis.
Thinking about it now, this was a blatant conspiracy!
Elis was sent back to prehistory by Dream Garnt, was a fan of Dream Garnt, naturally helped Dream Garnt besiege Nokron, and then in the future, she orchestrated Nokron's revival!
It's truly like destiny. That crazy woman Elis was also a major figure in prehistory!
And she might not even be dead.
She probably hid in the hearts of people again, and might be seen in the future.
"Is my crazy sister the protagonist of traveling through prehistory?" Thinking of this, Sylph's expression changed, feeling as if she could hold onto a big thigh, although she was already holding onto Nokron's leg, but who would mind having more?
"This doesn't seem to be a re coincidence either."
Atabia said blandly, "If I guess correctly, Dream Garnt was very likely a mber of our team on the original tiline and was familiar with senior Nokron, thereby repeatedly changing our destiny trajectory."
Everyone accepted this view, except Dream Garnt had disappeared and wasn't part of their protagonist group in this tiline.
They indeed bore the mandate of heaven!
Atabia was soone who traversed space-ti, from the prehistoric Sicily dynasty to the current Atabia Dynasty, plus Dream Garnt's further travel, resulting in their life growth trajectory being filled with legends of traveling through ti.
"This is too coincidental, I find it suspicious."
Fat Dragon muttered to himself, "Both of them can ti travel, how can the Ti Authority be so easily comprehended? There aren't many in history, it's too coincidental! Perhaps in history, Dream Garnt... might have been Atabia in another space-ti in won's clothing, thus understanding ti. In the future, if I write history, I'll definitely highlight so wild tales of Nokron and Atabia's love and hate relationship."
Fat Dragon shook his belly, quietly jotting down so inspiration in a notebook, "Dream Garnt's true identity is actually Atabia, who traveled through space-ti once more, changing the gender at birth, just for the one in their heart, and then to save..."
And Nokron, who was not involved in the topic from afar, silently glanced at the Fat Dragon who was genuinely writing, lost in thought.
This Fat Dragon is unbelievably idle yet reached the peak.
Over the years, Sylph and Sylvie weakened with the tis and started slacking, but this Fat Dragon slacked from the start until now.
He also mingled with Wadon, a filmmaker, and began to love writing books, recording the deeds of those around him daily, claiming they would be rembered in history.
"We should almost be leaving." Atabia steadied themselves, saying calmly.
"I wonder how long it's been since that battle outside now?" Herodotus asked.
"Are you leaving?"
Birona in the Trade Ancient City looked at them.
Initially, she thought they might be enemies, but she belonged to the Dream Garnt faction and now controlled Earth; in a sense, she was already one of them.
"We do indeed need to leave, to go outside All Heavens and Myriads of Realms! To see the true face of the Thunderbolt Ancient God and the Light Ancient God in this era." Atabia revealed a slight smile, looking up with a longing expression, having just witnessed the magnificent epic of prehistory, how could they not be moved?
Prehistory was the era of the elders, paving the way for them.
And now, it belonged to the young people.
"Anyone want to go?" The Emperor showed a slight smile, "But the first batch ascending, the number can't be too many. Later, when we have a foothold, we'll bring you up."
It had always been this way before.
In the Small Thousand World, Middle Thousand World, Great Thousand World, and now the Origin Continent of ascension, generally, a few fighters were sent ahead.
"I want to go." Black Star appeared calm. He may not be strong enough, but he had enough style.
Soon, they discussed the number, gathered together, and quickly broke through to the outside Chaos Corridor.
They left the city area of Trade Ancient City, looking at the beautiful world outside, what they used to consider a vast Heavens now seed trivial.
They journeyed together, walking along, with worlds on either side.
On the journey, they encountered various Low Level Ancient Gods traveling through the corridor's thick mist, various faction distributions, and saw various diverse racial landscapes.
The current cosmos is extraordinarily vast, no longer an open planetary continent that one can traverse at will. It is now like a maze of expansive regions, winding and twisting, severely affecting their speed of progress.
They journeyed upward.
On the way, they ca across the Divine Country of genuine war, encountered bandits robbing and plundering, t hospitable Ancient Gods travelers, and t daughter god countries wanting to take them back as consorts.
It was like enduring eighty-one tribulations.
After overcoming countless difficulties, they slowly climbed to the surface.
Looking at the vast and boundless gigantic and magnificent Crystal Wall Origin Ancient Tree, with its transparent crystalline branches swaying, everyone was dumbfounded, stunned by this spectacular view.
"What year is it now?" Black Star asked in a city on this continent, inquiring with a passerby.
"It is exactly eight hundred years of the Ancient Tree Era." The passerby glanced at them, very accustod to it, since almost every day countless people ascended to the Upper Realm, because even if the ratio of strong people appearing is low, the number of All Heavens and Myriads of Realms is too overwhelmingly vast.
On this vast land where the diater of the spherical cosmos equals the land's diater, almost everyone ascending from various heaven races are super-genius, sage civilizations.
Although the few people of Atabia looked strong, they were not surprised.
"Eight hundred years? Based on what calculation?" The Emperor frowned.
The passerby looked toward the celestial vault, murmuring, "Calculated from the day the Ancient Tree completely ford."
Hearing this, everyone was startled.
They had traveled through such distant history before, yet it turned out to be only eight hundred years before the cosmic catastrophe?
They soon realized and responded, Atabia said, "Upper Realm eight hundred years, lower realm countless billions of years have passed already, ti scales match up. The Upper Realm seems to have a very terrifying structure, everyone needs to be cautious."
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