Watching the descending aura, Sylph imdiately dispatched people to capture it.
This thief clearly had ill intentions, and when he had stolen enough, the Saint from the opposite side would respond, open a ti tunnel, and you might not even catch him.
This has already started a cosmic war!
Prodigies and strong individuals from all major systems are descending upon one another; this is the Outer Domain cosmic battlefield.
At this mont, Atabia finally stood up and said:
"Everyone, the stowaway has co over; the other side will inevitably bring a mission, send a ssage and have the 'self' of this era act as an inside agent."
These words brought everyone back to the topic they were previously reluctant to discuss.
The fact is indeed like this.
Anyone with a brain would try to find a way to join forces with themselves.
After all, this is not just another self's avatar; essentially, they are the sa person, just one is the current self, and the other is the self from five thousand years later.
It's like receiving a letter from yourself five thousand years into the future!
Therefore, there is no possibility of oneself betraying oneself because it's all oneself.
And how to join forces?
This is simpler than ever.
Secretly say sothing only you know, use thods only your authority can employ, and match the information with yourself; this is not difficult.
"In other words, soone here is about to 'awaken' and betray our friendship."
Atabia's expression was exceedingly calm, with no sorrow or joy visible. He said softly:
"However, I still hope that you do not join forces with your future self; that tiline's future you is a corrupted you... Are you sure you want to collapse that future tiline into reality? Is that the kind of person you want to beco in five thousand years?"
"I do not know how much pain, despair, and what events they have endured in the future over ninety billion years to do such things."
He paused, looked at everyone, and softly said, "Do you know why I keep risking ti travel? Even knowing there will be danger, death, and accidents."
"Because I know that in the destined future, Saints will decay over ti, creating estrangent and mutual slaughter."
"A billion years is too long; I strive for the mornings and evenings when we are still young and laughing together."
"I want to, while everyone is still young and passionate, use ti travel to shorten ti, not let the present us grow old, keep our youth and passion, and face the coming era together."
"Rather than slowly corrupting, suspecting, and guarding each other over countless billions of years..."
"Now we are at our pri, with the youngest and bloodthirsty hearts. We are still steadfast partners, together transforming and creating a perfect future of co-advancent."
Our future...
Where to go...
Everyone chewed on these words softly, their hearts faintly trembling.
Atabia has always been a reliable man who speaks little, hides everything in his heart, and never disappoints.
Although he doesn't talk much, ti after ti, he has rescued this group of protagonists, quietly welcoming their future, now also holding an umbrella for them, preemptively shielding them from wind and rain in the future, planning the way ahead...
"Even if that future has only 0.1% probability, I will spare no cost, jump through countless tilines, and still reach a perfect worldline where we move forward, hand in hand, with no one sacrificing."
"So please, do not trust the you in the future who harms friends, leaving destined regrets in despair."
"In the Elf World, Abyss World, Martial Arts World... Why do we, once walking hand in hand to the top, gradually beco strangers as ti passes?"
Atabia smiled kindly, "Please give a chance, thank you."
He turned and strode away.
He loved to challenge those so-called fates and grand trends, always emanating from unknown heights, seeking and exploring his truth, just as he once led an entire dynasty to resist the great flood.
Everyone remained silent, standing for a long ti without words.
—The Iron Prophet has concluded his speech.
...
"Stop, check!"
"Don't go!"
The search for the descending Outer Domain Celestial Demon by the major armies has begun.
In the countless cities, streets, and Great Sects of the Celestial Realm, everywhere is being searched, the Eye of Truth is seeking Ancient Gods of different era body structures.
Unfortunately...
They simply can't find them.
Because the developnt of the technology to capture transmigrators was also involved by Saints.
The other side was one of the designers, naturally prepared to restrain and disguise, so all the carefully prepared defenses fell like paper.
The other side has already hidden; no one can catch them.
After all, the betrayal within one's high ranks does enormous damage to them, with various technologies and trump cards leaked over half.
This is also the reason Atabia worries the most.
If future Saints corrupt and decay, the technology they grasp is extrely advanced, already too outdated for the prehistoric them from five thousand years ago.
It's simply a fatal blow.
At the start, they are destined to fall into disadvantage.
And to resolve this disadvantage, Atabia can only continue to ti travel, search for another future with different advanced technology, update to different era versions to resist.
But ti travelling again...
How can he ensure that the other future will not witness the second sneak attack of Saint corruption?
Once a precedent is set, everyone is now anxious and fearful; even those who initially did not want to harm him might turn to drastic asures for self-protection, attempting to establish their rule in a certain tiline.
"This is the beginning of collapse."
Atabia no longer ti-traveled, instead quietly poured the wine in the cup onto the ground, his gaze on the bustling cities of the Celestial Realm, watching the patrolling armies charge back and forth, reprimanding the passing Deities...
...
...
"Who is it?"
The Emperor sat cross-legged, quietly atop a colorful dinsional lotus.
"Elis has the lowest possibility. She may be the easiest to corrupt due to her extre and pathological nature, but she doesn't have the intellect to this extent; this woman just has a sheer recklessness not afraid of death."
"Then next is between and Nokron, having the highest probability."
"Of course, there is a possibility, though extrely small, that in the future tiline is very special, where the Light Ancient God freed itself from shackles, becoming the greatest villain in this universe's history, retaliating against us, conducting a psychological assault on us."
His expression remained extraordinarily calm, distinct from everyone else; he has always disregarded worldly affairs, even now... his Martial Arts Heart remained peaceful, devoid of any ripples.
...
"Who…" Elis murmured, suddenly receiving a life ssage known only to herself.
Only a complete life authority can leave a special life imprint.
"How is that possible!"
She suddenly stood up, her face full of disbelief and uneasy confusion.
"That terrifying mastermind, who joined with future Volga and the sealed Light Ancient God, framing Nokron..."
"It's actually !"
Her entire being suddenly weakened, her gaze vacant, full of bewildernt, "My future self ssaged , telling to collaborate inside and out, reaching a future where only she wins."
...
...
In the Celestial Treasure Hall.
Ruling and managing the cosmos, Nokron sat on the throne, his expression suddenly becoming strange, "Those transmigrators, Outer Domain Celestial Demon... have my life imprint, and they also left a ssage for ."
"It's actually ... causing frenzies in the era again, secretly plotting against Elis, spending over ten billion years, fabricating tragedy, hopeless events, even manipulating her dear daughter Aurora, forcing her into corruption, transforming her directly into a psychotic, enhanced tenfold by corruption, guiding her to deal with Atabia..."
Li Qing was left quietly stunned.
Constantly bullying Elis, is that good?
It's not good.
My future self, playing so extrely.
Yet, this series of matryoshka, trapping Elis, trapping the Light Ancient God, and in the end, reversing the fra against myself... I can only say it's typical of my style, the old hand is still skillful.
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