"I finally understand how Atabia felt before." The Emperor, after being ambushed and struck a dozen tis, finally reacted by jumping aside, dodging the series of attacks.
At the sa ti, every parallel universe was thrown into chaos.
Each of the Saints felt a chill run down their spine, their emotions fluctuating intensely.
"How did he beco a Yuan Primordial Saint? How many years has it been since his unsealing!"
"As expected of the greatest scher in history, now that the Four Saints have erged, does he actually intend to destroy the world?"
"Incredible! Yes, even the strongest Yuan Primordial Saint lives within the cosmos; how could he really destroy the cosmos!"
"Are you an idiot? The entire Multi-dinsional Universe is at war, and we have to flee with our families, but how can we escape? Saint Lock! Saint Lock! How could other universes possibly let us retreat? We can’t get in!"
"Indeed, in the past, during the wars of All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, deities from various worlds fled everywhere, avoiding the center of battle, but now we are all locked in, we can’t escape!"
"The other Saints need to collectively negotiate, kill their universe’s counterparts, so everyone can be unsealed! Everyone has a way to escape."
"Hahaha! No unsealing, no unsealing, this is also a reshuffle, with a batch of Saints dying, it’s our chance to rise."
"Yeah, let it happen, the entire Multi-dinsional Universe is at war, hahaha!"
The entire Multi-dinsional Universe was boiling like hot water.
Fear, astonishnt, excitent, everyone perceived that supre scher of that parallel universe, and their gazes toward him were completely different.
Even so beings began to worship the Light Church, fervently shouting for a war to cleanse the cosmos.
After all, although the number of newly created parallel universes is relatively few, with a batch of Saints dead, they would have their chance.
The Light Ancient God looked at those fanatical followers across the universe and said with a faint smile: "See, this is what they themselves expect, war is both a crisis and an opportunity."
"Ultimately, nature favors the strong over the weak."
"From a human societal perspective, the weak need care."
"From the perspective of civilizational evolution, the weak don’t deserve to exist in this universe, as they only dilute the bloodline of the strong over generations, hindering the strong’s evolution."
anwhile, the secretly observing Atabia finally stepped out.
"Stop! Light Ancient God, cease spreading your survival of the fittest among Celestial Humans theory!"
Atabia felt his head swell, looking at this reckless and heedless individual.
He knew all too well who the Light Ancient God was.
This is a madman, completely indifferent to the cosmos’ survival.
In bygone days, he forced all the Ancient Gods of the cosmos to work as builders, leading to countless deaths from exhaustion just to create the Ancient Tree.
He is a lawless outlaw, unrestricted, like a madman breaking rules, even creating them.
The death of all life in the cosmos is no issue to him whatsoever.
Regarding the evolution of the epoch, he is radical, passionate about the survival of the fittest, kill and then rise, waging war to sustain war.
While the other Four Saints, they are moderates, advancing civilization by gentle ans.
With this in mind, he couldn’t help but glance at Elis, even more discontent, "That crazy woman released such a fervent and belligerent individual, this scene is hard to manage."
Elis looked at Atabia’s eyes, feeling slightly speechless.
This truly wasn’t her doing; he orchestrated an inside-outside cooperation among his followers and escaped on his own.
She took on a major bla.
However, she couldn’t explain, after all, now she and the Light Ancient God were on the sa team; if he fought, she also had to lend a hand.
"Stop now."
Atabia suddenly addressed the Light Ancient God, "Now the Four Saints have just erged, the Yuan Primordial Multi-dinsional era is still a burgeoning sapling, it shouldn’t face such a devastating blow."
Unlike the individual Saints of a single universe.
Each of them transcends all cosmic cataclysms; in a major battle, they would undoubtedly cross dinsions, causing ti, space, life, matter, to turn to dust, shattering all Saints.
"Shut up! What makes you think you are righteous? That your ideology is correct?"
The Light Ancient God sneered unkindly: "The grand cosmic trend appears differently in the eyes of a thousand people; in your view, the Yuan Primordial Saints should restrain their powers, contract, adapt to this fragile universe."
He boldly pointed toward the distant universes:
"But in my view, it is the universe that should adapt to the grand existence of our higher realms, the universe should accommodate us, the Yuan Primordial Saints."
"The universe should adapt to us, not us to it."
"It’s like a ceramic, breaking and then building anew; with our battles, universes crumble and are reborn endlessly, growing stronger through war, evolving to fit our campaigns."
Atabia showed a thoughtful expression, considering if the other’s proposed developnt path for the universe truly had rit.
Atabia mused for a few seconds and said: "We ought to argue through discourse, if your vision of the universe’s developnt path is right, we can fully unleash our powers..."
"Hmph." The Light Ancient God dismissed: "Why would I need discourse? The weak argue with words, the strong with fists, once I move, you surely have no choice but to fight ?"
With that, the Light Ancient God took a step forward.
Boom!
Beams of light suddenly fell upon the Emperor and Atabia, challenging two Yuan Primordial Saints at once.
This cosmos’ All Heavens and Myriads of Realms completely shattered, as Crystal Wall Worlds and the Chaos Corridor exploded into countless blasts, infinite light enveloping the whole expanse, leaving no more darkness in this cosmos.
"You!"
Seeing this cosmos completely obliterated, Atabia’s gaze turned cold; facing this heedless Light Ancient God, he finally was entirely enraged!
So it seems.
The other had been confined for countless ages, likely amassing a belly full of resentnt, wanting to annihilate worlds, to vent, to battle against these forr enemies once more.
At this mont.
Atabia realized that he couldn’t evade this fight; if he retreated, left the opponent unchecked, the entire Multi-dinsional Universe would be entirely dominated by him, which was unbearable to them.
The Emperor opened his eyes, emanating a radiance of space-ti, saying: "Let it begin, the beings of the cosmos will adapt themselves, they’ll run, so don’t think them so fragile."
Atabia sighed and said to Herodotus beside him:
"Inform all the Saint of Ti under the Long River of Space-Ti."
"The Multi-dinsional Universe War has broken out; have them swiftly create new parallel universes, new bubbles, as refuges, allowing the strong from various universes, the Saints, to make an escape, seeking urgent refuge."
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