In the Martial Arts Continent.

One True God has died, adding to the lone True God of the Bitter Race who escaped in secret, making a total of ten True Gods ruling this era.

"Kill them all."

"Do not leave behind any legacy."

These ten True Gods began to relentlessly cleanse the various sects in the Martial Arts Continent.

No one was allowed to practice martial arts; the legacy was to be severed.

Of course, they did not bring about the end of the world.

After all, without races to provide them with food, drink, and entertainment, it would not be a good thing for them.

Year 3421 of the Martial Arts Calendar.

The entire era entered an unprecedented darkness.

Martial arts were severed, the era of mortals began, and various plays, biographies, and stories developed.

All were industries for people's entertainment.

Those ten gods began to indulge in power and fortune, playing with handsome men and women, becoming increasingly outlandish, their antics simply eye-opening.

Even the Beast Race, Demon Race, and various other forms were included in their harem.

For them, one day equaled a hundred years; descending to the Lower Realm a few times a day was equivalent to the Celestial Gods descending once every ten-plus years, revered by the populace.

Gradually, people started to refer to the world above as the Upper Realm, Divine Realm, and Divine Court.

Various names.

The place above was where they herded the entire continent; one day in heaven was a century on earth.

Countless people were terrified.

Countless others longed for it.

Year 3468 of the Martial Arts Calendar.

The entire land completely despaired, and people began to voice their discontent.

It was in this year that Minis and others, whose homes had been taken over, chose a path of resistance.

"If things go on like this, we'll end up dying of old age."

Minis lamented, "I once tried to have others die of old age, but now someone is trying to have us die of old age."

What use is running all the time?

They only needed to block the doors, not letting us in.

One day equals a hundred years; the vicissitudes of life.

In reality, in just one or two years, they would die of old age.

They didn't even need to chase you; they'd just wait for you to die yourself!

One could only say, those ten gods were truly clever.

Sylph looked serene, "After all, this is the most powerful weapon in the world; they and His Majesty the Divine King share the insights of heroes."

This time, it was their turn to die of old age.

Because of such methods, they had no way to cultivate!

The path to becoming a Demigod requires a glorious era; each genius of their own race breaking through, appearing as Life Map fragments, is accumulated over numerous eras.

In this era, martial arts were severed; cultivation was not allowed.

Their Wizard World was also occupied; without a home, how could they cultivate Demigod Wizards?

Although they did have their own Small Secret Realm, relying on these remnants, these small lands, they couldn't complete their Life Map; they'd die of old age before achieving it.

"Right now, we're like trapped beasts; we're going to die of old age. This is the downside of flipping the table." Tukashi said, "Have you talked with the Emperor over there?"

"The Emperor disdains forming alliances." Minis shook his head.

"Indeed, a proud person."

Sylph nodded, "In the current situation, we can only take one path... We can't complete our own route; we can only concentrate our strength to support cultivating our own low-level True God!"

Simply put, we need to use waste to defeat waste.

At this mention, everyone silently looked at the Holy Dragon beside them.

"Ah, I want to go home!"

Fat Dragon shook its big belly.

"It seems everyone trusts you." Sylph said, petting the dragon's head that increasingly felt like a Shar-Pei's head, finding the feel quite nice.

Minis was direct, looking at the Holy Dragon before him, "The Savior of the entire Wizard World, we'll have to rely on you to save it."

???

The Holy Dragon wore a face full of question marks and only after a long while understood what they meant and couldn't help but ask, "Why me?"

"Because you are trustworthy."

Minis said, "Since the True God has appeared, our goal is to cultivate a batch of waste True Gods, to likewise resist."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" the Holy Dragon was surprised.

Minis shook his head, "If you break through to become a True God, even if you want to kill me, you won't be able to. I'm confident in that. Besides, we will help you perfect your fragments."

"Thanks a lot... but no, I prefer to just sleep." The Holy Dragon kept retreating, feeling like this guy didn't have good intentions.

What kind of person was Minis?

Appearing as an upright Era Divine King, he was actually an old schemer.

He always said his era hadn't come yet, but now he sends me to my era?

This is a guillotine to him.

He's not going to fall for it!

"It's okay, you just need to sleep. We'll modify your body for you. Who would have thought, we Atabians have you as the first to break through to True God."

Minis pondered deeply:

"To think, you are the most outstanding among us."

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On the other side.

The Emperor, among fragments, looked at the great sect leaders and geniuses of this era, even those from the Apocalypse World, who also joined them.

After all, the Apocalypse World is also a branch of martial cultivation, there were no conflicts... as long as they cheered for a wave, the Emperor, being broad-minded, would not mind.

As long as it didn't cross the line.

Back in the day.

When those eight corrupt Demigods ran amok, even then, the Emperor was too lazy to manage them.

At that time, the Emperor indeed ignored them, issuing an Emperor's Decree.

This ruthless contractor also has his strategy.

"I want you to develop a race with low-level potential, not strong, not even needing combat power."

After three thousand years, he sat back on the imperial throne:

"As long as this True God has Third and Fourth Rings, it will be enough to suppress the opponent's True God Domain, mutually canceling out divine attributes, and his mission will be accomplished."

"This race should preferably have the shape of a weapon, these series of weapons named: God Slayer!"

"With this Divine Weapon, I can slaughter all the gods in the sky."

Everyone listened in silence.

To truly wield a sword against the gods with a mortal body?

This Heavenly Horse Soaring idea was actually serious?

But they had no other choice! Perhaps the Emperor could truly achieve this; by suppressing the opponent's True God attributes, he could slay the gods.

"After slaughtering those low-level gods, it's your turn, Minis..." the Emperor said calmly, "You for the Wizard World, I for the Martial Arts World, it's a dispute, a difference in camp, there must be a battle."

At this moment, Wadon and others stepped out, saying, "Your Majesty, we have no problem researching this, but before that, we need to cause them some chaos."

"How to cause chaos?" the Emperor asked.

"To be honest, we have the Life Maps of all five True Gods from the Apocalypse World, as long as we cultivate the geniuses of those five races, take two or three thousand years, we'll have no obstacles, and then nurture a batch of such True Gods."

"By then, a batch of new True Gods will emerge."

Wadon spoke up, "We will instill the will of their era, entice them to become heroes, overthrow the corrupt, and again with the lure of serving them as new rulers of the Upper Realm, the mix of passion and interest will surely lead them to slaughter each other."

The original structure of a True God, is the foundation, not to be leaked.

In battles, it's a contest of moves, information, ultimate techniques, and talent. If all your information is known, wouldn't you be targeted?

But obviously, having nurtured those five True Gods, they naturally had insight into the opponent.

"In the current True God Era, with gods dueling, we can naturally buy some time."

Wadon said, "And if not enough, we can contact Minis next door, and get the structures of the other five True Gods out to nurture a batch of True Gods."

The Emperor nodded.

It was probably this guy who backstabbed them before; those five True Gods were indeed heavily cursed by the Emperor.

And the Emperor did not reject these things outright, but he disliked such scheming that affected the pure heart of martial arts.

A Martial Artist should not focus on scheming; the romance of a Martial Artist is only martial arts, only the pinnacle of skill.

However, that he didn't personally delve into these matters does not mean he would not have strategists do so.

He said, "Continue."

Wadon was overjoyed in his heart, "Thus, an age of heroes roaring at the sky continuously would have already appeared."

"Heroes would advance one after another, wielding swords against the sky! If we push them secretly, then many fearless martyrs would arise." Wadon said, "And the only thing we need to watch out for is that Bitter Race Demigod."

"Oh?" the Emperor replied, "Why?"

"Among the ten gods, only the Bitter Race True God, we lack both foundation and structure, we cannot target him; should we target the other nine gods, he might ascend completely, becoming an era's Celestial Emperor, overlooking us mortals below."

Wadon explained as the strategist below.

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