Magaras, who has been invincible for countless years, had almost relaxed his guard.
Never have I seen such shaless people!
Nor have I seen such deceitful and shaless rabid dogs.
In other endless dinsions, due to the Divine Trial having bred a group of cunning individuals, each is very adept at scheming.
At this mont, during the first encounter, they imdiately found themselves at a disadvantage.
This was equivalent to being locked in the boss room, with the initiative of attack in others’ hands.
His best outco was for the mont the door opened, he could rush out, or perhaps kill Mogan Nan and seize the Divine Object.
"But they were prepared and chose a Mogan Nan..."
Magaras knew how powerful he was but still couldn’t withstand the opponent’s incredible speed.
"How can I get out now?"
After being locked in the boss room, Magaras spent countless ti pondering this question.
"There’s no way, perhaps I can only use the piggy bank, and continue to experint with a new Divine Object."
"This ti the Divine Object being experinted is ti."
Magaras now knew that the birth of a Divine Object seems to be synchronized only after the main world of reality has nurtured it.
Yet, he continued to experint.
Because he knew that the mont ti is born in the real world, he too would obtain it simultaneously.
And ti is there, unstoppable, it will eventually be born in a Divine Trial.
"Moreover, the Divine Object is nurtured with materials..."
"And parallel worlds are essentially one of the subsidiary worlds of the main world, ti materials nurtured in a parallel world... can also promote the birth of the Ti Divine Object!"
"Therefore, as I nurture the Ti Divine Object here, ti will inevitably accelerate in birth!"
Magaras sighed deeply, beginning to use ti to propel the developnt of all things, experinting with various properties of ti repeatedly.
He shattered the piggy bank of infinite gold coins, using up all his savings, converting all ti gold coins into knowledge and wealth at the very end of ti.
Ti travel experint.
Ti slicing experint.
Ti reversal experint.
Gradually, under such pressure.
The "Ti Terrace" Kingdom was thus born.
The cosmic civilization at this ti began dividing regions with space, star clusters, star domains, the territories of each kingdom were essentially divided on spatial territories.
While Magaras began dividing the entire cosmic supercluster into concentric terraces with ti.
The outer ring of the star cluster had a flow rate of 1 to 10.
The middle layer was 100, the inner circle was 1000.
Different solar systems, different planets, situated on different terraces, divided out different territorial world civilizations.
A new ti real estate was also born.
In earlier days, people would buy properties in luxury locations, which were space-based houses.
Now, they began to operate houses on the Ti Terraces.
A completely new, incomparably magical, dazzling ti real estate universe era erged!
"Can we live in a better house?"
"We must buy a school district house in the Malina Galaxy, there’s the best interstellar academy!"
In the new era, people ushered in new lives.
And in the history of billions of civilizations, at the peak of the infinite terraces, sat the most powerful mythological hero of the ti peak, ma.
No one knows his true na.
People only needed to recite the first vowel of his na to receive his blessing.
He is the hero among heroes, a living ti epic, the destiny of all cosmic convergence, the myth shepherd of all people’s history.
He is the most brilliant star indispensable from birth to death for all beings.
The Kingdom of Ti Terraces.
It surged for thousands of years and was soon replaced.
As everyone attacked ma, the piggy bank once again welcod the next ∞, after fully storing, shattered once again.
Countless ti gold coins fell with a sweet ringing, as lovely gold coins seed to explode into brilliant fireworks throughout the cosmos.
After the Kingdom of Ti Terraces, the Kingdom of Ti Ocean Currents was born.
Ti surged through the star rivers, dividing into gentler upstreams and downstreams based on flow rates.
At this ti, more humanized ti highways erged.
Each civilization could sit on a planned highway, swiftly reaching the other side of the starry sky through the acceleration of this specific ti flow rate.
To prosper, build roads first.
After the real estate era, due to the fully networked roads, the world completely transford into a cosmic village.
Countless civilizations communicated, collided, and fought.
Every day, new technologies appeared, wildly pushing the Seventh Tier Civilization.
The new era of shackles was continuously perfected by people.
This great myth era was praised as the Information Age Explosion era.
After a hundred thousand years.
Civilization erupted all the way.
The ultimate era, the Waterfall Kingdom was born.
No longer were there gentle terraces, no longer slow rivers.
Ti poured down from top to bottom!
Thin lines of highway descended vertically.
Thin lines in the world hanging like dense willow tresses, strung with beads.
And these vertically hanging lines connected planet by planet, solar system by solar system, even vast river systems of great millstones.
Densely packed lines descended in parallel.
Like a curtain of beads strung with strings.
Raining sounds—
The conceptual ti shadow of Magaras quietly sat in the cosmos, reaching to peel back the cosmic civilization curtain,
At this ti, he finally saw beyond the curtain, the scene outside the window.
He looked afar at the beaded curtain outside the window, "That is the outside multidinsional world, I finally... saw it."
He sat cross-legged.
Now he had incomparable understanding of ti.
"Just about ti to try the final step."
He shattered the piggy bank full of gold coins again.
Bang!!
Countless gold coins splattered out.
In the next mont, Magaras distinctly felt himself entering a mysterious state.
Ti?
What is that?
His surroundings seed a blur of white, completely lost.
It might have been a year, it might have been countless ages, he seed to be wandering in a hazy ti dinsion.
He even inadvertently saw countless fragnts.
Gradually, as he grew more familiar, he suddenly viewed the Divine Era world outside, felt the ti flow outside.
"I see it, I see it..."
He road in the mist, traveled in ti, becoming increasingly confused about his understanding of ti.
Ti no longer flowed as a straight line before him, but turned into irregular fragnts, sotis glimpsing the past, sotis stepping into the future.
Snap!
Vaguely, Magaras suddenly felt an exit, strongly beckoning him.
"Opportunity."
"The chance to get out."
"Soone is peering into the future, and I enter this mysterious state... lost in the future..."
"To peer into the future is to peer into ."
He reopened his eyes, seizing that montary opportunity, forcefully trying to squeeze into a certain crack, rushing into reality.
The scenery around changed rapidly.
A vague shadow appeared before him.
A battlefield full of blood, dark as night, and the sun and moon without light lay before him.
It seed to be a world undergoing a twelve-trial dinsion ascension.
A heart-wrenching roar echoed:
"I, in this tenth trial, since being ambushed by you all... then I might as well die!"
"As long as I die, perhaps, the eleventh trial will be born in my tenth trial here!"
...
Step out.
Magaras entered this world.
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