True Gods are different.

In the Demigod era, two tigers cannot live on one mountain.

After all, one Demigod for each race, everyone wants to nurture other Demigods, harvest Life Maps, piece by piece, to build a divine seat.

But in the True God era?

In the True God era, surprisingly, "plurality" reappeared.

The race trees nurtured by the blood of Demigods of various eras have borne rich fruit!

As long as the Life Map is constructed and completed, this race can walk the path to becoming a True God.

This is standing on the shoulders of predecessors.

This race directly steps into the era of True Gods.

Of course, a complete True God Life Map of a race is very precious.

True Gods, how could they possibly pass on these painstaking efforts, allowing True Gods of the same level of the same race to appear and share their interests?

True Gods, in the strictest sense, still one True God per race.

As long as it is not spread, they are unique.

But someone has already spread their True God Life Map.

Thus, nowadays the world has ten races, all of which are True God races, breaking through the ceiling, destined to rule this era, beginning the rise of many True God powerhouses.

Martial Arts Calendar Year 5721.

In the blink of an eye, two thousand years passed like the galloping of a white horse.

"Just some low-level Divine Maps."

The Emperor, with a leisurely demeanor, walked on the street with Ning Guochang, Wadon, and others from the Apocalypse world.

"As for the Third and Fourth Rings, if placed in advanced civilizations, they might be True Gods that can be mass-produced, with a batch nurtured every two to three thousand years, just some cannon fodder True Soldiers and Divine Generals."

The people pondered in their hearts.

If there truly were a powerful era of True Gods, these incomplete True Gods would indeed be mass-produced cannon fodder!

Just give them the True God Life Map, nurture a group of talented prodigies, and they can appear.

Don't think prodigies are rare.

Don't underestimate the changes over a hundred years a day, generally talented prodigies are as numerous as stray dogs.

The Emperor's voice was soft, "Such a view makes it seem that the present chaos and despair are merely a transition era, seen from a higher perspective, just a small turbulent era."

The people were silent.

In nearly two thousand years of coexistence, they had clearly discovered that the Emperor loved reading and seldom concerned himself with worldly affairs, being a very rational individual who adhered to "rules."

His Martial Arts were accomplished.

In essence, this "Martial Arts" is the deciphering of the laws of all things.

In battles and daily life alike, he acted according to the "laws" he understood.

At this moment, he contemplated the advancement ladder of a civilization with absolute rationality, believing all coincidences were a kind of inevitability.

Like the current low-level True God era is also a transitional historical phase.

"Ginkgo Fruit Wine, if it's not sweet, it's free."

"Steamed Bun, freshly baked steamed bun."

"Sir, a storyteller from the Ten Thousand Books List has come to our building. Now for the grand opening sale, entrance is just ten taels of silver, with a complimentary jar of Hundred Flowers Brew."

The bustling commercial street paved with stone was teeming with people.

"Let's sit down right here." The Emperor smiled and said.

They went into the restaurant and sat down.

In reality, over two thousand years have passed now, unquestionably the darkest era, with the Martial Arts Sects of the entire era being bloodily cleansed. Yet, this dark monopolistic era actually seems much more prosperous.

No martial artists oppress the people, no demon cultivators slaughter cities.

In every era, mortals who cannot cultivate make up ninety percent of the population; they are the majority.

Now, in contrast, the entertainment industry is greatly developing, with fine wines, gourmet food, storytellers, as people begin to indulge.

Because the ten debauched Celestial Emperors residing in Heaven want to enjoy themselves, they have significantly driven this aspect's development.

Although those "Ten Celestial Emperors" still oppress the common people with their revelries in pleasure, there are only ten of them, how much mischief can they bring to the masses?

Today's Ten Celestial Emperors are more about changing their methods of play.

Some entered the mortal world and live incognito.

Others become beggars, subjected to abuse.

Still, others enjoy playing the game of life and gave a street down-and-out beggar boy in a brothel called "Bao" a cheat.

Super Hypnosis System, hypnotizing wealthy women, princesses, ladies, alluring women, rebel beauties, valiant women, and releasing various tasks in different scenarios...

From this perspective, it seems similar to Wadon, having taken a liking to the actions Wadon took towards Ning Guochang back in the day, and copied them.

"To the common people, perhaps the current era is somewhat better."

The Emperor sat down, ordered dishes and tea, and said plainly, "The Celestial Emperors live in drunken dreams, and so do the common people... Civilization is at a stagnant stage of bliss, a beautiful dream."

Wadon sat down, "Then, how do you see this world?"

"I don't look at it," the Emperor replied.

"If they do not provoke me, I never intend to interfere with this era. From the perspective of historical law, all efforts are laughable, history is always in a cycle, ascending in its own way, merely the speed of it, individual intervention only leads to trouble, better to quietly read in the house, perform one's method, promote one's way."

Is this a kind of alternative sage keeping away from the kitchen?

Sight unseen brings peace of mind.

Ning Guochang thought to himself.

"This era, once again has plunged into chaos and darkness, needing the next Emperor Tiansheng to cut through the darkness."

At this moment, Wadon spoke, "We will usher in an era of passion, and for nearly two thousand years, some heroes we have supported have begun to understand the fate they bear. They will become deities, wielding blades against the heavens."

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

The Emperor smiled brightly, "Do you know? The Martial Path Emperor, Yang Tiansheng, I went to see him once before his passing. I could have saved him."

Everyone was shocked.

Suddenly, they were completely baffled!

If he could be saved, why wasn't he?

Given the Emperor's personality and the consideration of mutual interests, it made sense both emotionally and logically to save him, allowing Emperor Tiansheng to live a few more years, to promote more martial arts, and push forward more of the Emperor's decrees.

Emperor Tiansheng was your fan!

"Are you wondering why I didn't save him? Why I didn't save this great hero of the era?"

The Emperor merely smiled, "Because I was willful. His passion and integrity commanded my respect. I didn't want to forcefully keep him; I revered time, fearing that he would grow beyond this youthful naivety into middle age... To pass away in his most glorious era is not decay; it is the best outcome. I didn't want to see the flowers tainted by dust."

These words were profound and mysterious.

The Emperor's nature inevitably felt strange to others.

At this moment, Wadon suddenly thought of the small world of martial paths that had just been unlocked and the stories circulating within it.

The stories of Twilight of the Gods.

No one knew the Emperor's true name.

They only knew that in the initial Age of Martial Arts Gods, all the gods had died. It's said that when the people of later generations saw the Emperor, he was the only one left, standing amidst a pool of blood.

No one knew what he had experienced.

A person's character is shaped in their youth.

The current Emperor may have endured the passionate era of creating martial arts gods, each eventually turning into cold gods, enslaving and oppressing the people.

It was then that he began to sense the inevitability of history.

Fervent heroes pave the way for the world, gradually decaying, ever-repeating, leading to today's inaction. Rather than staining oneself with the smell of the era, it's better to quietly and peacefully read books.

In this way of thinking, his actions became understandable.

"Do you think Emperor Tiansheng is also destined to decay in the future?" Wadon asked, "Isn't this too pessimistic?"

"It's just a pattern. This isn't decay; it's growth."

The Emperor smiled, "When we embark upon the path to longevity, innocent children wear pristine white shoes, walking while carefully cleaning, afraid of being tainted or trampling on the world. Gradually, with familiarity, the shoes are stained with mud, trampling on beings without concern."

"This isn't decay or downfall; fundamentally, it's the transformation from human to god, an elevation of life. Indifference, trampling on life carelessly—unbeknownst to you all, you have already become such."

No one refuted.

Habit is a frightening indifference.

"Do mortals fear stepping on ants?"

"From this perspective, do you think mortals are decayed and dark?"

Everyone suddenly understood the Emperor's "martial arts."

They also understood why he did not intervene with the decayed eight Martial Demigods of the past because in his eyes, it wasn't decay but maturity, possessing "divinity."

"I understand now."

Wadon suddenly spoke, "Your Highness, you believe that the essence of humans' 'martial' is fighting, skill, seeing through 'patterns' and avoiding the endless attacks on the life's journey, to avoid getting hurt."

Everyone immediately understood clearly.

The Emperor's fearsome nature; perhaps, he had once been hurt in the Twilight of the Gods of his world. It was then he transformed, becoming a true Martial God, a Martial Arts God.

Throughout his life, martial arts integrated into every aspect, always facing the battle with "enemies," not only physically but also spiritually.

Walking on the path of life, avoiding everything, untainted by dust, thus making the Emperor fearsome.

The immutable laws of the universe, he does not look!

Be it selfishness, be it escapism, he lives solitary, only a pure martial artist.

Just a mere warrior!

He doesn't understand pushing eras, doesn't understand pioneering martial arts, what else could he accomplish?

So he doesn't look, remaining unstained by karma.

To this day, he continually avoids "attacks," refusing interactions with others to prevent various untimely thoughts, meaningless sorrows and joys. He still wears a pair of white shoes, as pure and untouched as a newborn, while others are already filled with distractions, stained by the filth of worldly practice. How could their Tao heart compare to his?

Minis?

He is too calculating.

Too complex, but that's the usual path for a cultivator.

Others cannot follow the Emperor's path.

"You truly understand the young, passionate heroes better than I do." Wadon sighed, "The battle to spark the era of passion should have been led by you."

"I don't understand heroes, only patterns," the Emperor shook his head, "I am a martial artist, merely a martial artist."

Everyone felt awe in their hearts.

The current Emperor has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, where perhaps no attack could affect him.

At this moment, everyone felt a sudden enlightenment, seeing through much of the world's disturbances, pointing directly to the truth.

As they discussed the Tao, there was a massive boom, and a huge wave rose from the distant city, dust swirling.

That was an inn.

"Celestial Emperor Baihua, today you will surely die!"

"Now with the number one beauty of the human world, Ouyang Ruo, walking in the mortal realm, you have indeed taken the bait. We must rid the world of this cancer of yours!"

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