A battle erupted swiftly.

In the distance, the battle almost tilted the entire bustling city, the ground fiercely sank.

"Audacious, people of the Mortal Realm, dare to attack the Emperor of High Heaven!" An angry roar came, "You have actually reached the True God Realm..."

Everyone began to flee.

After nearly two thousand years of peace, an anomaly appeared once more in the countless generations of mortals.

And in Li Qing's eyes, this was also an ascension of an era.

The two thousand years in this Small Secret Realm were merely twenty days in reality, seemingly very long??

And like the previous twenty days in the small room, the eras overlapped, as if nothing had changed.

"The war is about to begin again."

Li Qing sat in a corner of the tavern, sighing in his heart, "The true True God Era started in such a manner."

Clearly, the Demigod Era, strictly speaking, hadn't even reached halfway.

At this moment.

From the table next to him, the conversation continued.

"Indeed, Aurora, this pure inwardly youthful girl, playing the world's most beautiful woman, Ouyang Ruo, has a deadly allure for these people."

Wadon turned his head:

"Such pure kindness is impossible to fake for a true powerhouse, she is a white moonlight, the feeling of a first love, successfully enticing the Celestial Emperor to descend to the mortal heart, surprisingly without forcibly taking, seriously pursuing, providing a possibility for strategic maneuvering."

All these years, Wadon had been presiding over the grand trend.

The era changed, and a new batch of True Gods emerged, overthrowing ten Celestial Emperors!

Anyway, there are already so many True Gods.

They don't care if there are more, disrupting this era.

Anyway, there are mature life maps for the ten True God races.

"Well done."

Ning Guochang said, "Those hero True Gods who are just over a thousand years old are so passionate in wanting to overthrow their native ancestors!"

"But in reality, they haven't interfered much in specifics."

Wadon shook his head, "I didn't do much, just planted a hero's heart in them."

"This heart, thirty percent is just passionate fervent speeches."

"Twenty percent is showing them the tyrannical deeds of their race's elders, the miserable state of all beings."

"Forty percent is their own bravery, righteous anger, and enthusiasm."

"Only ten percent is the ambition to overthrow decay, and become the new hero Celestial Emperor of an era of new rule."

Others nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Wadon indeed understands heroes!

Though he is a capitalist.

There is no denying he truly propelled a new Golden Era.

In an age of passionate prosperity, a stagnant pool turned into wave upon wave of surging tides, about to break through the constraints.

"It's just the grand trend."

Wadon shook his head, "One Celestial Emperor was ambushed, only nine remain in the heavens... these True Gods, regardless of victory or defeat, can at least buy time, preparing more for the Emperor's Divine Artifact hunts."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

But they actually didn't have much time left.

In the blink of an eye, close to two thousand years had already passed.

This was almost equivalent to wasting life span.

The path of the Demigod is basically impossible to practice alone, not personal martial prowess, it relies on the convergence power of a race, pushing through crazy iterations, so for now it can only be wasted.

How many two thousand years could one experience in a lifetime?

Therefore, they were very anxious.

Even some weaker ones, maybe like Wadon, if they can't return to "Heaven", may face dying of old age in this fast-paced world in the future.

Martial Arts Calendar 5721.

A True God of the Elf Race fell, sounding the horn of retaliation.

And the young True Gods who had just broken through, suffered numerous casualties, with five dead.

The opponent's foundation was strong, after all, the days were not wasted.

Even using Divine Power, they nourished various Divine Artifacts, armed to the teeth.

And the remaining nine True Gods began to realize that some bastards, who experimented on them back then, must have recorded their origin life maps.

"What should we do?"

"They've gone mad! At this rate, True Gods will become rampant! They're all from our own race!"

"The opponent wants us to trigger a war of gods!"

"We shouldn't have been so lenient, letting them enjoy themselves and grow old."

...

The nine True Gods were in a mess.

Yet, secretly concealing himself, a Bitter Race True God had an idea, "Their life maps have all proliferated, if I can secretly attain and study these True Gods' life maps, their lives will be in my grasp."

This matter is not complicated.

Because True Gods will gradually increase, all from those ten races, they will sooner or later leak, and he would know them.

Martial Arts Calendar 5813.

Another True God was besieged and fell.

Everyone was in imminent danger!

And the remaining True Gods finally abandoned the "Upper Realm", fleeing into the mortal world to hide.

Thus.

The young heroes ascended to the Celestial Realm.

They looked at the Divine Palaces of the three Celestial Realms, resplendent in gold, with various peerless beauties walking around, countless servants, shouting extravagance.

"They are really timid as mice!"

"Nothing but a bunch of useless people!"

"We finally won!"

"Is this the Celestial Realm? Is that the Crystal Wall?"

"Incredible, beyond the Celestial Realm is the vast and elusive Outer Domain Chaos! Connected to other worlds, possibly containing ancient existences, extremely terrifying."

However, they finally discovered in the Celestial Realm a Bitter Race Celestial Emperor who remained here.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

A young hero True God asked.

"It is you who will die." The Bitter Race Celestial Emperor turned his head, snorted coldly, "Your entire foundation is in my grasp, all the origins are clear to me; no matter how numerous, once the talents are broken, they become mere worthless beings."

The Bitter Race Celestial Emperor was confident.

True Gods were mighty in two aspects.

The first, the True God Domain, opening the True God's body.

The second, the race's innate Divine Techniques, once breaking through to True God, their innate divine abilities would converge.

It was just that before, they were too ordinary, belonging to pecking chickens.

The Bitter Race's Iron Divine Skill, the Half-Elf's Light Absorption, the Skeleton True God's exoskeleton hardness... these most worthless innate Divine Techniques, were all mediocre.

But now it was different.

The opponent's life maps were mastered, their divine talents broken.

Originally just pecking chickens, the opponent became a real whiteboard worthless being.

Thud, thud, thud!

The Bitter Race True God used Iron Body Technique, withstanding the opponent's attacks, "Can you move me? How ridiculous, your talents have already been broken in my eyes."

He alone withstood the attacks of five or six True Gods, not breaking defense.

On this day, the Bitter Race True God completely ascended to the top.

He brutally tortured some True Gods, forcing them to surrender, and those who did not yield were all killed.

And those who surrendered, handed over a portion of their True Spirits, so they could only be subject to slaughter, obeying his words.

Thus, the era completely changed.

In heaven, the Bitter Race True God began to command all the major True Gods, becoming the God of Gods, above all beings.

"Indeed, time is the strongest weapon to kill the enemy, one after another perished, only I remained eternal!"

He declared, sitting on the imperial throne, overlooking the enslaved True Gods below.

However, on this day.

The Bitter Race True God hadn't reveled for long before an even more terrifying True God emerged.

"The Emperor competes for the future, everyone else competes for the future, but I only strive for the present, what future is there, just look at the present, walking step by step!"

On the Martial Path land, in a barbaric mountain country, an entity cloaked in a black robe, his head unexpectedly flew up, "Ten thousand years is too long, but I, sever the martial roots behind me, strive only... for the day and night!"

"Black Magic!"

In the Upper Realm, a mysterious long-haired head snuck into the palace, ambushing the contemporary Bitter Race Celestial Emperor.

The Bitter Race Celestial Emperor was still on the Divine Bed, sleeping with seven or eight beauties, and was unexpectedly decapitated.

"Damn, damn, who is ambushing me!"

The Bitter Race Demigod, his head gone, unexpectedly wielded a Giant God weapon, using nipples as eyes, and navel as a mouth, began dancing in the sky.

Unfortunately, in the end, he died of exhaustion.

"No, I've killed everyone with time, how could I fall here??"

On this day, the Bitter Race Celestial Emperor suddenly succumbed to assassination.

A new Emperor ascended the throne, shocking the world.

"This is truly a world-shattering character!"

People marveled.

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