In the distance, after two new Yuan Primordial Saints joined, Atabia and the Emperor felt much more at ease, as the duo fought and retreated, secretly observing the construction of the Tower of Babel.
They naturally were on guard against Elis and the Light Ancient God, constantly watching to prevent any sabotage!
After all, these two have a record!
But does their watchfulness make any difference?
The two of them are also Li Qing’s subordinates!
Marked with the imprint of life from the beginning, their souls, in so sense, are even considered extensions of Li Qing.
They cannot be watched effectively.
If they let the other three new Saints of Space-Ti watch over, perhaps they might truly spot so issues.
What a pity!
They are also extrely wary of those new Yuan Primordial Saints, opting to personally oversee them for absolute assurance.
Yet ironically, doing so creates a blind spot in their vision!
It’s truly intriguing.
And those new Yuan Primordial Saints?
They too are secretly communicating.
"Would Elis and the Light Ancient God, both embodying the cosmos’ greatest evil, take this opportunity to ddle?"
Not only are Atabia and the Emperor worried, but the three of them are also afraid.
Who is Elis? Previously launching a sneak attack, now infamous throughout the cosmos!
The Light Ancient God needs no introduction, the greatest black hand in cosmic history.
These two are the twin terrors, how could they not be afraid?
Were it not for the fact that only these two spiritual essence Saints could construct such a High-tier Dao Life Giant, they’d have intervened personally.
"Precisely because of their danger, the Emperor and Atabia are diligently watching," Shi Sha chuckled.
"Rest assured, with those seasoned Yuan Primordial Saints watching, there won’t be any issues. They are mortal enemies, and hate the Light Ancient God and Elis more than we do, definitely not allowing them to cause chaos."
"Indeed, the four of them cannot possibly be of one mind, much less the sa person. With mutual supervision, nothing will go wrong, so we can focus on the fight."
...
They exchanged glances, the four new Saints of Space-Ti.
"Are you still daring to be distracted?" Terrifying attacks shadowed them, instantly injuring them severely multiple tis.
Soon, they dared not think further, imrsing themselves back into battle.
After all, they had just broken through their realms, and this was a period of explosive growth through intense combat.
...
...
"Shut down, update, I’m just a happy little coder."
Li Qing leisurely sang, humming a tune, boldly updating the cosmic crystal wall version, while simultaneously updating the crystal wall Tower of Babel.
He felt that life was truly a painful euphoria.
Working with several avatars simultaneously—tireless indeed.
Ti continued to pass.
As if truly reaching a peak period, in less than a few years, one Yuan Primordial Saint after another sprouted furiously, joining the battle.
The entire cosmos continued to besiege that Renaissance Man, Li Qing.
As the great battle progressed, that Renaissance Man, Li Qing, no longer held the advantage, unlike before when he made many explode and die continuously. Instead, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Boom!
The thirteenth Saint joined forces, and the Renaissance Man Li Qing finally found himself caught in a desperate situation, began to explode, facing the first death in battle.
Although in the next mont, he revived.
"Hahaha, we are finally winning!"
"Even a Renaissance Man can be defeated."
"Though he has dual Yuan Primordial seats, he cannot withstand our several dozen Saints jointly!"
"Strictly speaking, he remains in the sa realm as us, thus cannot achieve qualitative change, and naturally can be defeated."
Countless Saints of Space-Ti rejoiced.
This was a historical mont!
Of course, they knew not to be too complacent.
Winning a battle is one thing, killing is another.
To kill, one must have an absolute overwhelming force to achieve it.
It requires the complete construction of that Tower of Babel, where the gods reside, transforming into the ancient unprecedented multi-dinsional universe Yuan Primordial Giant God, to utterly suppress and annihilate.
But this day is not too far.
Before long, a towering Tower of Babel was completely built.
"Ladies and gentlen, the High-tier Dao is completed, you may enter," uttered the Light Ancient God and Elis in unison.
The present Yuan Primordial Saints exchanged a glance and imdiately moved in.
In the next second, the Tower of Babel’s spine grew ribs, extending flesh, ti ford its soul, space was its skeleton, matter its flesh, life its soul.
This was a giant, embodying all cosmic high-tier daos, born through creation.
"Die for !"
With just a single swipe, the Renaissance Man Li Qing was almost obliterated, finally falling.
Just before death, amidst despair, Li Qing suddenly laughed:
"You cannot kill , I bet you’ve guessed, in countless parallel universes, there naturally are several alternate universe versions of . I’ve only consud 80 of myself, naturally, so slipped through the net!"
"And now, I’ve entrusted all my current battle wealth to that alternate universe version that escaped."
"He will lay low through ti, continue cultivating."
"One day, another will return at the peak, and every Yuan Primordial Saint present, even every life in this universe, shall perish!"
He laughed maniacally, "You all must die, all of you must die!!"
Finished, he committed suicide on the spot, vanishing within the boundless splitting glow of matter.
Were left only the Yuan Primordial Saints present, quietly exchanging glances, showing fear.
A Renaissance Man...
Must capture him!
Cannot let him escape.
...
anwhile.
"Mission accomplished." Nokron stretched lazily, looking incredibly relaxed, "Finally, the rit is complete."
"Before dying, showing spiteful expression, pulling hate, claiming resurrection of a stronger self."
"Further cut down the future possibility of a Renaissance Man, do not rush, plan an ambush."
"Just pretend this Renaissance Man has yet to die, secretly lying low, such hatred will make them frantic in capturing and seeking him."
Li Qing pursed his lips, feeling this wave complete in rit!
No regrets.
...
...
At the endless fork in ti, at so distant future junction.
In a dazzling Rainbow Universe like a Celestial Palace.
"Now I’ve only reached the realm of a Yuan Primordial Saint of Space-Ti, first cultivate the Life Path, then seek to fill the missing Matter Path."
A figure sat before the palace, muttering.
What about becoming an emperor, building a dynasty?
Those nurous confidants, battling across multidinsional rivers?
Those are rely sotis sudden, discordant dream fragnts that appear in his mind.
In reality, he’s just a forsaken, constantly hunted Saint who has mastered the Space-Ti Path alone.
In his view, it requires all high-tier daos topping out, no further room for cultivation, before considering expanding influence.
Just then.
With a crash, the entire tiline began violently shifting.
His surroundings turned like an old TV flickering with various snowy mosaics.
Snap.
"What happened?"
Suddenly his whole tiline jumped vigorously.
When he opened his eyes again, he was stunned.
In the tiline after the jump, those traversing Saints, like mad dogs, traversed the universe, frantically capturing him, searching for the possible existence of the Renaissance Man.
And they were extrely frenzied!
For eons, rely hiding, staying secluded in era after era, he was already thoroughly exhausted.
Moreover, while they hunted him down, they shouted:
"Li Qing, you actually hid here!"
"Your strongest original self from years past is dead, and you, the leftover of that alternate universe Li Qing, where can you escape?"
"You are dood!"
Every ti, he encountered others calling him Li Qing.
How absurd!
He was utterly baffled!
And he gradually understood that, apparently before he appeared, a Renaissance Man existed.
He was mistaken for being that existence. Despite explaining nurous tis, nobody believed him, insisting he was Li Qing.
After all, within one cosmic epoch, having one Renaissance Man is already a rare probability.
No one believed that within the sa extre period, two different Renaissance n could erge.
"Damnation,"
The man sighed, continuing to hide within the multi-dinsional universe, silently laying low.
"Being frantically hunted is one thing, but ending up as soone’s stand-in!"
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