The Emperor led the True Gods on a journey, pursuing the Dark Divine King Minis in the Lower Realm.

Minis was again employing clandestine machinations, making all sorts of troublesome moves that amused him.

He was simply of another type: while he remained clear-minded and ascetic, Minis reveled in such chaos.

"Too bad, the world has lost another rival."

The Emperor silently looked up, suddenly perceiving a familiar aura fading away; the Witch Emperor had departed from this world.

In this world, few people could catch his eye.

Without a doubt, Zhu Qi was among those closest to him and Minis in terms of talent, belonging to a tier with Tukashi, reaching the pinnacle of normal life's potential.

Yet he surpassed the limit, and Minis reached two talents at their limit.

But he still admired Zhu Qi.

Madness, obsession, purity, even willing to cut off one's foundation and destroy future prospects, such ruthlessness and decisiveness were rare.

While others were being cautious, Zhu Qi had already taken his seat on the throne, daring to strike at him boldly!

"An era's emperor, just like the Great Emperor Tiansheng, shall pass away, and I have much to face, life has millions of years ahead."

"Eras rise and fall like tides, heroes ebb and flow, and I am but riding an ark."

The Emperor sighed, no longer paying attention, and continued onward silently.

Eventually, they arrived at a wild prairie.

Among the eerie rocky barren mountains, they saw a man ahead, with a Holy Dragon following him.

Evidently, this was the prodigy attacking one Immortal Martial Arts Sacred Land after another, and even as a mortal, he slew many True Gods, deemed a Dark Forbidden Area by the Celestial Dao.

"Another person gone from the era."

The man with sharp ears, fair and handsome, turned around gracefully.

In an instant, Minis recognized the Emperor because he was coughing.

This was quite distinctive.

"Since I became king, I've been so lonely, my friends and foes around me either die or go away."

Minis sat quietly on the Holy Dragon's back, not even standing up, as if seeing a friend he hadn't met in a thousand years, he said calmly:

"As each era passes, the faces we know depart, even those beside us grow old, die, or fall in battle; who can break free from the era, not become a wave in history, and walk towards eternity like you and I?"

"I've seen your cowardice."

The Emperor looked at him, "Cowardice makes you weak; that's why you're human, always stuck at human limits, unlike those of us born as monsters."

Minis didn't refute, almost silently acknowledging.

Though he appeared strong, he had always been inherently cowardly.

The isolation was overwhelming; he remembered when the Elf Gods first began, the trees were bustling, but as eras changed, rebellion and sacrifice left only him.

Ironically, it wasn't the strongest that lived to the end.

Not a single Elf God accompanied him toward the future; back then, he was alone in the cemetery, silent, almost on the verge of tears, lost as if sinking into a black deep sea, suffocating endlessly in compression.

He truly admitted his mediocrity.

He was human, with his own emotions and fears; Atabia and Herodotus, these two were the true monsters, unshakable no matter what happened.

Even the Emperor was the same.

"On this land, people are always telling their stories," the Emperor said softly, "but it has nothing to do with me."

"Your heart is troubled, I won't bully you."

"This battle should be postponed; I anticipate the true peak of you."

The Emperor turned around, his voice fading away:

"Your extreme is the human limit."

"You are different from others; you are truly a monster as well."

"Essentially, there's no difference between us, hesitant, indecisive, timid, seemingly fond of schemes, but essentially hiding and covering up your lack of confidence, believing yourself a mediocrity."

"When your heart sees through, boldly and bravely exert your will, you will become like us."

"Do not let the past define you entirely."

The Emperor left with several True Gods pursuing others, continuing to search for Minis' traces elsewhere.

"Truly masterful."

The Holy Dragon sighed beside him.

The couple of True Gods following seemed lost in some illusion, completely unaware of the conversation before them.

Indeed, the Emperor was a pure Martial Artist, longing for the true peak of battle, sparing them.

Originally, there was bound to be a battle between the Emperor and Minis.

"Indeed, such people are the simplest to understand, the purest, unlike someone like you, a worthless person, constantly scheming and even bullying me."

The Holy Dragon said, "He doesn't haggle, because his ambitions are high, his visions and courage in the distant future are as broad as mine!"

"Like the Emperor, I also never mind you all, because I possess the greatest weapon, I will sleep you all to death."

He folded his hands behind him, his gaze hung like the blue sky as he paced, his big belly swinging, he said coldly:

"The eras are eternal, the era's heroes are but a moment, I shall become the era's hidden hand, overlooking myth after myth, transcending you to eternity."

His dream was magnificent.

Time will prove everything, who is the strongest.

Not the strongest in battle, not the strongest in force, but the longest-lived is the strongest.

Minis ignored the Fat Dragon's boasting, muttered, "I've nearly gathered all the Life Maps, I'm also about to become a True God."

"By the way, I wonder how the Emperor's Martial Path Race is doing?"

The Holy Dragon tightened his belly dragging on the ground, "He has over a hundred rings, should be the slowest, logically, you should become a True God first."

"He probably isn't slow, that guy even ran to the Divine Realm, serving as the Celestial Emperor's subordinate, the Heavenly Dao Will definitely hasn't discovered his true form, or it would be furious."

Minis shook his head and left with the Holy Dragon, "Let's go, the Life Maps are enough, we shall return and cultivate True Gods belonging to our Wizard Race, Sylph, Tukashi, Proeus."

"When the True Gods appear, we must swiftly wage war, rallying era's heroes, overthrow the Celestial Dao, awaken the world in ominous signs."

They believed, with complete Life Maps, they could soon break through as complete True God Wizards, marking a grand transformation for their civilization.

Boom!

Years later, the earth shook heavily.

A rolling grand momentum came from a location in the Lower Realm.

"The True God Wizard Race is born."

"Dark Demon, cultivates as Spirit Grand Mage, departs for the Divine Realm."

A message swiftly spread, true clashes and wars, the trumpet of counterattack against Sylvie had sounded.

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