This Cosmos is so vast, destined to be unimaginably large.
Small, 100% matter, optimized with such high efficiency to create endless Parallel Universes, each containing countless struggles and adventures.
Later, during a conversation with an old man, I heard about other interesting things.
For instance, in this cosmic era, the sun and moon above us seal the greatest demons.
One is the moon sealed by ti.
The other is the sun sealed by space.
Incredibly ingenious.
The old man rambled on.
"Ever since the birth of the Multi-dinsional Universe, this world has been a great cosmic calamity. No one can escape the unseen causes and effects, because once we are born, the cause exists in the Multi-dinsional Universe, and what welcos us is perhaps a single, remaining effect of our several selves."
"This cosmos, witnessing the joys and sorrows of worldly affairs." He recited.
Atabia stood up, nodded, and placed the tea money on the table, "Truly a fascinating story."
"No." The old man suddenly beca solemn, slightly angry, "Although I’ve lost my spirit, I’m not so decadent as to be here like this. This ti, we pay for our own teas."
"Alright."
After bidding farewell to the stubborn old man’s mutterings, Atabia continued forward, exploring the surrounding worlds, eting travelers from other dinsional universes along the way, and hearing various fascinating stories.
These were things unseen before.
In previous eras, the roadside tea stalls encountered tales of All Heavens, but now the travelers spoke of their counterparts in the Parallel Universes, the infinite possibilities of ti.
And yet, there were only five Parallel Universes.
By the roadside, Atabia suddenly stopped, overhearing from the world inside a glass window, a school reading, with praises and descriptions about him.
"He grasps the Long River of Ti, overlooking the Multi-dinsional Universe. Each traversal creates a Parallel Universe."
"Already a great fish roaming the Multi-Dinsional universe, the greatest mystery in the eyes of the Cosmic Gods, the Ti God no longer possessing a form, is the Ti itself of the formless Herodotus."
"He is the unique creator of ti bubbles and tributaries, the father ruling all pasts, the mother creating all futures, each leap stirring a bubble of Parallel Universes."
Atabia listened attentively.
"Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?" Minis gaped, "The description makes him sound almost omnipotent!"
"There is nothing wrong with it." Herodotus said seriously, "It’s just that we have always been within it, viewing it from our perspective, a habit that blinds us to its greatness."
From an outsider’s point of view, seldom seen, and only in contact with a few Saints, Atabia is the mystery of the cosmos, the great Ti God governing the universe.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Atabia said no more.
At that mont, he already knew in his heart, ti in his hands was nearing its peak.
His most glorious era of rule had arrived.
He used the principle of wave function collapse to allow a finite universe to realize infinite possibilities, giving rise to countless ti dinsions.
This was the peak era of his life, yet it also signaled an impending slide into decline.
"So soon, my duties as a Saint are already completed... Truly marvellous, how ti let quickly witness all its splendor." He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, verily ti flies, and the world changes.
He too suffered from the version changes of the era.
Others reach the Unity Realm, All Roads Lead to Ro, but he can’t reach Unity, for all the tilines of the entire universe leave only one of him!
At 130 aptitude, how can he contend with the future 140 Ti Ancient Gods?
Each point of aptitude is a significant gap!
The critical point is that in this era, the only way to increase to 140 aptitude is one way!
He cannot use the Permanent dicine that Black Star employed to consu others’ aptitudes. In this era, the 130-140 stage can only be enhanced by consuming oneself.
"This era transition clearly aims to eliminate the older generation, the younger ones have higher aptitudes."
Herodotus sighed deeply, "This cosmos is truly ruthless, as history moves forward, new generations replace the old."
"Unexpectedly, we hadn’t even reigned long before being so quickly eliminated." Minis said.
"No, it isn’t quick."
Atabia’s expression remained unchanged, for he knew better than anyone, their reign could have lasted very long.
Yet each leap he made shortened their ruling era, fast-forwarded the dynasty from its early period to its decline, as technologies and Cultivation Realms replaced them.
But Atabia did not regret it.
Instead of indulging in long-lasting dull years, becoming an overweight middle-aged man, eting the fate of being overthrown in old age, it was better to boldly usher in the next era during their youngest tis.
A billion years is too long, he seized every mont.
At this mont, seeing the scene five thousand years in the future, he said to the two, "Before, I had a premonition, crossing over now is to confirm, we’re destined to be overthrown by the heroes of this era."
"This is the trend; the trend demands the death of old era Saints, we must die."
"It’s not a matter of wisdom, ability, or literary talent being inferior to them, but because we are inevitably overthrown."
Atabia sneered coldly.
This is fate.
"And we, the first-generation Saints, are destined to be eliminated by the era. To win in this era, there are only two ways."
"First, I sever my Holy Position myself, falling from the uniqueness on the tiline, possessing multiple selves, restart cultivation, stand on the sa starting line with other young people, master a new 140 aptitude Tao Foundation, then ascend again, compensating for the innate deficiencies brought by the era’s uplift."
"Second, I first support a newcor, then have the newcor beco a Saint, afterward, he ensures my rebirth for retraining, completing the new Tao Foundation, and regaining the Holy Position."
He spoke calmly, looking at Minis.
Not only did he want to create a 140-ti Saint to replace himself, but he also aid for the pinnacle!
To directly cultivate a 140-ti, space, matter, and life Renaissance Man Saint!
Why transition?
Directly reach the end point, once and for all.
"I understand." Minis expressed comprehension.
And not just Atabia, the other Saints too will face this calamity!
At 130 aptitude, they certainly can’t defeat 140 young n of the sa rank; the options facing other Saints also only present these two.
Saints are destined to lose.
All of them must find a way to survive this calamity.
At this ti, having glimpsed five thousand years into the future, Atabia’s thoughts were clear, and he soon sought out this era’s Nokron, "Nothing occurred in this era, right?"
"Nothing occurred at all." This era’s Nokron replied.
"Hmm, is there anything you want to pass on? I’m preparing to return, my task is already complete." Atabia spoke sparsely.
The other party would surely have sothing for him to pass on, but it definitely wouldn’t be any technology or foundation because of distrust.
It would probably be so future historical information, certain prophecies, these he could help deliver without any issue.
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