"Run quickly!"

In the midst of a secret forest, Minis suddenly opened his eyes, called to the Holy Dragon, and began to retreat.

The Holy Dragon laughed immediately, "Weren't you very proud just now?"

Minis' voice was solemn as he softly explained, "The sarcasm, angering that deity, was to test his depth. If provoking him could kill the Emperor, it would be a good thing."

Outwitting and outmaneuvering is the righteous path.

If the plan succeeded and the Emperor really was killed,

wouldn't that solve the immediate crisis?

The four-ring True God in front seems strong, but in reality, he is nothing to fear. So what if he rules an era?

He can lie in wait for another era, and then he can kill this type of hastily cultivated waste!

"Where is the Emperor then?"

The Holy Dragon also started running away.

"Probably not dead yet; with his tens of thousands of martial arts skills, his techniques are amazing. He must have many ways to escape. He had already left a backup plan; the one who died was not his real body." Minis immediately started to flee.

"What about the characteristic of that deity?" the Holy Dragon asked again.

Minis' heart sank:

"A super life form, almost indescribable. He's a life built on smaller units, no longer using cells as life units, merged into one... Even the DNA sequence has disappeared, becoming a smaller structure forming a life sequence."

"It's just that, that waste True God seems to have too short a fate map."

"In normal conditions, he can't fully open this True God Domain, only partially. It seems like a True God shell, a layer of skin. His upper potential limit is completely deadlocked, with no future."

The Holy Dragon was startled: "Then with my limit of several rings, wouldn't breaking through mean I'm just as useless? I can't permanently reside in the True God Domain?"

"You were always quite useless." Minis snorted coldly, "Lacking ambition, we Atabians should be ashamed of you."

"If I'm so useless, will it affect my mount, the Elf Divine King of a world, will it affect my sleep?" the Holy Dragon said.

Minis hadn't yet replied when a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Found you."

A cold voice arrived.

Minis immediately felt his scalp tingle. How did the opponent find him?

Just a basic Iron Body Technique, this god's talent is so average, yet he could still find him?

He was using the divine body, and yet he still had such great power.

"The Emperor has caught him seven times; in these three thousand years, his blood is all over the world, affecting perception. What was caught was either blood clones or handkerchiefs for coughing, and you are the easiest to catch."

The cold voice came again, "He left your colleague's aura, I can sense it and come here, kill you first, then him. You all have a lot of nerve, mocking the gods with mere mortal bodies."

Minis' heart sank.

In my sarcasm, no wonder he wasn't angry because he also knew he wasn't the only one receiving blows.

That person also doesn't take losses lightly; I set him up, and he's retaliating.

But that should be expected.

He has astounding combat talent, terrifying wisdom, well-read, reads books and practices martial arts every day, there is no one more knowledgeable than him. To really take him for a brainless martial artist, that would be foolish.

Minis' heart suddenly sank low.

Being hunted like this surely means certain death, this waste demigod, how long he'll remain in this state is unknown...

As long as he is within this True God Domain, he is invincible.

I don't have as many escape methods as the Emperor...

To really be killed by such a waste would be a laughingstock.

"You forced me!"

Minis, resigned to his fate, took out a small space ring and tossed it behind him.

Inside appeared rows of low-level demigods in cold sleep.

They were all three-ring, four-ring perfect fate maps.

In these three thousand years, although he hasn't been on stage, he has been tending, creating life in various secret realms, conducting various biological experiments as Creation Gods, and developing civilization.

This is the main job.

Not everyone is like the Emperor, a disgrace among Creation Gods, evolving by physically enduring in crude ways.

And the True God is the ultimate goal for everyone. He also naturally cultivates these short-life mapped trash species, trying to cultivate a batch of waste True Gods to see what happens.

Thud thud thud thud!

The waste demigods thrown out of the space.

Suddenly the hibernating pods cracked open.

Step step step~

Each proud figure full of anger began to erupt with aura, clearly sealed at the time of breakthrough.

"Emperor, it's you who cultivated us!"

"I must kill you!"

"To think I regarded you as a mentor, yet experimented on me!"

...

As many as five demigods walked out, beginning to break through.

The Bitter Void Deity behind, looked a bit stunned, "How can there be so many? I was supposed to be unique over this era..."

Minis and the Holy Dragon continued to run.

The Holy Dragon was even more dumbfounded:

"What have you done? Those waste demigods breaking through, why do they all hate the Emperor with such deep hatred?"

Minis chuckled, "I excel in both civil and martial cultivation, martial cultivates martial arts, civil naturally cultivates and develops cultivation techniques, creating life. In these three thousand years, civil means cultivating this."

The Holy Dragon's expression became rigid.

Creation Gods, researching creation of races, pushing realms, is that reasonable?

Very reasonable.

It's truly the primary job.

But while you research, over these three thousand years, you used the Emperor's image to conduct research on them? Grazing some trash civilization in small secret realms?

Using the Emperor's likeness, creating life, modifying bodies, compelling cultivation?

"That's entirely your style." The Holy Dragon was astonished.

Minis truly was the one who survived since the earliest era, a hidden black hand till now!

Number one Atabia, number two Herodotus, counting down, only number three Minis lived to today, truly the most insidious one.

Using the likeness of others, so hatred wouldn't fall on himself.

But three thousand years ago, the Emperor had just surfaced, initiating the Martial Arts Era.

Did you already perceive a threat from him back then, using his image to do bad things?

"At that time, there were no other enemies, using his identity was only natural. Originally, it wouldn't be like this if we both accumulated demigod foundations to suppress the creation of waste True Gods, preventing bad money from driving out good. Back then, I agreed with getting rid of those speed-cultivating wastes..."

"But right now, I have no choice but to release these beings to overturn the table."

Minis said lightly, "Since there's already one, a few more won't hurt. Moreover, the Emperor has conspired against me, and for survival and escape, I can only release these beings, to hunt down the Emperor."

The Holy Dragon rolled his eyes.

Didn't you scheme against him first?

The Emperor is, after all, an upright martial artist, enjoys reading and seclusion, peaceful book-lover, virtuous in martial conduct.

If you hadn't schemed against him first, why would he retaliate? It's not like he doesn't have a temper.

"Let's go." Minis said leisurely, "The True God Era is approaching, we must hide and observe in the shadows. Now, the True Gods are starting to besiege the Emperor, but they may also attack us."

The Holy Dragon could only wear a face of grief, since he originally intended to sleep.

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