"Are you seeking death?" Elis frowned, feeling sowhat puzzled, "What is this for?"
In Elis's eyes, this person was captured too easily, as if it was intentional.
In the early stages, he perford all sorts of divine operations, remarkable moves, but later suddenly seed under a Dumbing Aura, as if soone else took his place.
"Because you all are too powerful."
Eliminate Traces suddenly cald down, "I once thought I was the protagonist of the era, possessing talents surpassing yours, destined to overthrow everything. I calculated against the Saint of Ti, and returning here is the proof."
"But after a few calculations, I quickly realized you are too colossal, rooted in the cosmos, a massive entity that I can't rally future geniuses against. A few sches, forbidden texts, have blocked entirely; it's impossible for to win."
He was like a novice university student, naively thinking he was the protagonist, only to have his sharpness dulled by society and realize he couldn't alter such a daunting fate.
His little talent was utterly worthless.
A single forbidden text blocked the doors to cultivation for all of them!
How desperate.
How helpless.
If no one cultivates the Ti Basic Technique in the future, gradually losing the ability of the Past, wouldn't it beco harder to restrain the Ti God's travels?
Moreover, if there were no practitioners of the other three Dharma thods within the Divine Forbidden Area, how could resistance be possible?
He pondered in ditation for three whole years, finding no way to win.
The enemy was too terrifying, and his youthful vigor turned into the exhaustion of middle age.
It wasn't sothing that wisdom could win; his chance of defeating those four cosmic monsters was 0%.
"Then, I discovered sothing." Eliminate Traces suddenly said.
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Elis gazed at him.
"What did you discover?" Elis inexplicably felt tense because this man was too calm.
Logically speaking.
A person who had lost a battle and been beaten into losing all will wouldn't display such peace, such an enlightened deanor.
"I realized I am not the protagonist."
He revealed a bitter smile unique to middle-aged individuals, his back hunching over:
"The initiation of a civilization isn't achieved overnight. I can't see the future because I was too arrogant, thinking I could walk all paths alone."
"Yet a true era is often forged through successive sacrifices, built upon heaps of bones, and I'm rely a stepping stone for later heroes, paving the way for them."
"I once naively thought, possessing three major talents, that I was the destined protagonist, but in reality, fate endowed with these talents only as a precursor, a martyr for those to co."
"Fate gave you this talent, ti, space, life, for paving the way, for martyrdom?" Elis frowned, utterly unable to comprehend.
"In history, there are no coincidences; everything in the world has its destined number, and my fate is among them," Eliminate Traces said softly:
"Human energy is finite. Having learned the three introductory thods, perhaps my limited energy never qualified for reaching the peak. This power wasn't ant to surpass you but to help the world pass down these three thods."
"I'm rely a pathfinder."
The man's face showed a martyr-like pure smile, "From that mont on, I completely understood. The destiny of my life is to leave three major elentary manuscripts across the cosmos, planting seeds to open the forbidden domain for those who co after."
"Allowing knowledge not to be shunned by saints, letting everyone in the world have access to learning, granting endless possibilities to the world's mortals once more."
Eliminate Traces looked up at the constantly burning sun, "Ah, in this history, I am rely a gardener, responsible for planting hope for the mortals of the future."
Elis finally understood what he had realized.
There are no coincidences in history.
He understood that an era isn't a stage for one person, and he himself isn't the protagonist. The era is changed by one protagonist after another, not a journey one person can complete alone.
"You knew you couldn't defeat us; there's no need to send yourself to death, to write those manuscripts," Elis suddenly remarked.
Eliminate Traces looked curiously at Elis, "Would you hide?"
Elis parted her lips, then fell silent.
Indeed.
She wouldn't hide either. She would choose to laugh boldly and fight, biting off a piece of the enemy's flesh.
This person before her had a familiar scent, just like her, a madman intent on martyrdom, willing to be a moth drawn to the fla for his ideals.
He was able to plan, to ti travel, proving he was a madman.
He had reached the limit of his realm, could no longer cultivate or break through, and had co to the end of his life.
He was like Minis, Atabia, and others of the past, all longing for the next realm, yearning for greater possibilities, more splendid vistas.
Thus, everyone was competing for the High-tier Dao, and they were destined to be enemies.
He could hide, not spread the manuscripts, lead a life of depression which, to him, was no different than death.
Better to plant hope and let the successors compete for it.
"Since this is the fate I anticipate, why should I go against it?" Eliminate Traces suddenly laughed, quoting soone's words.
Elis suddenly fell silent.
"Those afraid of dying can never beco pioneers; it's not just wishing to break through realms; others in this era also wish to do so, while you desire to monopolize the realms, to prevent us."
"But can you truly hold back the masses?"
"In this world, there is no war without blood. I pass down the three Dharma thods, breaking the saint's taboos, igniting the first torch in the darkness, those manuscripts as the initial beam of light."
His expression gradually turned peaceful, as he stood before a section of the world, looking through a glass window at students engaged in enthusiastic learning inside the classroom.
"Those children, brimming with vitality."
Elis remained silent, following his gaze.
The man smiled, "Do you know what I was doing that day? I was teaching. The mont those books turned into forbidden texts, the mont those children held them with a look of loss, I understood the aning of my existence in this era."
With gentle eyes, he looked at the children reciting the texts.
"I said farewell to the children, left the other teachers, and went alone to write, recite knowledge silently, leaving behind manuscripts for reading, every one that counted."
"Knowledge has no boundaries; everyone is entitled to learn."
His gaze turned icy cold as he suddenly looked towards the Life Goddess Elis with apparent anger burning, "Saints burned books and annihilated Tao, burned poetry and books, buried cultivators, destroyed all schools of thought, to deceive the masses... so now, I open that Forbidden Gate for the people, passing down manuscripts across the lands, leaving them for those destined. "
"Only then does the future have a future."
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