The era is developing rapidly.

In the Martial Arts Calendar year 8891, geniuses suddenly disappeared everywhere, and chaos ensued in various locations.

"Using dreams as a horse, propelling civilization to gallop along the path, such a bizarre race, it should be Sylvie."

The Witch Emperor felt that Sylvie was moving, but couldn't catch the flaw, continuing to propel the era forward.

At this moment.

The Black Magic Master race had pushed to Thirty-One Rings, already more than halfway through, on the brink of becoming a true True God race!

In the Martial Arts Calendar year 9491.

The Martial Path Race and the Wizard Race were still rare, their Life Maps made no headway.

They weren't without development.

Their development cycle was too long, so they cultivated other low-level True Gods.

The Emperor began to nurture subordinate True God races, belonging to the Martial Path Race's "Gods' Sword," using this Divine Weapon, even some Demigods of the Martial Path Race began to butcher True Gods!

Meanwhile, the Wizard Race also began nurturing subordinate races, and the Holy Dragon, even with a mortal body, controlled the True God Holy Dragon and fought.

As such, this era became astonishing to behold.

"Begin."

Two mortal leaders began to constantly divide the Celestial Court of the True Gods, waging war, and surprisingly, Zhu Qi's Divine Realm started to retreat incessantly as the gods waged war.

In the Martial Arts Calendar year 9991.

The prolonged war had lasted for hundreds of years.

Finally, the "Heavenly Dao Treaty" began to be signed, with the world divided into three parts.

The three major races each ascended to a Divine Realm, co-ruling the world, known as the new Three Realms.

A mortal Martial Path Emperor and a mortal Wizard Emperor were astonishingly ruling over the gods below.

Two mortals, and one Celestial Emperor ruling the divine world, which had never happened before in ancient times!

This was destined to be a glorious era.

This battle also indirectly confirmed that the gap between True Gods can be vast.

Brilliant mortals, even before becoming gods, possessed the combat power of thirty or forty Rings, able to rely on the power of True Gods to slaughter one True God after another.

People were amazed.

"Mortals standing shoulder to shoulder with the Divine Emperor!"

"Not a god, yet possessing such great power!"

"It feels like we are witnessing history!!"

Meanwhile, on the Martial Path Continent, new changes were also arriving.

The Witch Race and the Martial Race, these races hiding in the Small Secret Realm, began to emerge one after another, and huge population explosions occurred, making the species of the world no longer singular.

The three races coexisted.

Martial Path and Wizards reclaimed their territories and began to re-calculate the talents of their races, continuing the True God path of their lineages.

Everything was flourishing.

It was at this moment.

"How could I let you have your way?"

In secret, Sylvie laughed maniacally:

"You've actually discovered the historical truth, now seemingly at peace, secretly fearing they're preparing some god-slaughtering plan."

"You finally discovered you are all puppets in a cage, poor creatures shepherded in a room by His Majesty, since you've found the truth, no need to pretend anymore."

"I am His Majesty's guard, when dominating the ages comes, suppressing you all, erasing memories again, turning you all into mere puppets on history's stage, becoming sheep, not letting you transcend!"

"No, no."

Sylvie suddenly touched her chin, muttering in front of the mirror, changing into an even more sinister and eerie expression, "I should laugh this way, to look more like a villain, the monopolizing black hand of the era, punching contemporary prodigies."

Hehehehehe!

Sylvie adjusted her expression, suddenly grinning malevolently:

"Hehe! Since the truth has been discovered, you cannot be left, I will destroy this era, and cultivate a new batch of similar flowers."

She felt this was the way to be.

The task assigned by His Majesty had to be perfectly completed.

If not, how could she be His Majesty's maid?

How could she be His Majesty's steward?

After all, her hobby was a Wandering Minstrel, having traveled everywhere in the past, telling stories across the land.

Isn't this matching her specialty?

Sylvie, when alone, had already let herself go, probably dreaming too often, and no longer cared about the opinions of the world.

"Hmm, my acting is okay, pretending to be decent, but does His Majesty know? Such an upright person trying to act like a decaying black hand shepherding beloved juniors is incredibly difficult."

Thinking of this, Sylvie felt somewhat moved.

What kind of spirit does His Majesty have?

To make such a sacrifice for the final test of his descendants!

"Therefore, Sylvie, Sylvie, you must work harder! Be deserving of His Majesty's efforts and dedication!"

She waved her little fist, inspiring herself: "Following His Majesty, fighting against old enemies, is inherently a choice of nine deaths and one life, this being the first task following His Majesty, I must overachieve it!"

"Go for it! Go for it!"

She secretly cheered herself on, inspiring herself, "Ah, I have to go to sleep again, at my young age, how can I sleep?"

"Truly envious of that Holy Dragon."

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...

On the earth, people discovered new mutations emerging.

Mysterious secret realms began to appear one after another, and with the Rumeng Order in hand, one could enter various reincarnation spaces, facing all kinds of oppression in these intense times, and cultivate.

The Rumeng Order has started to become highly sought after.

This Rumeng Order is actually a mechanical chip.

Only by installing it can you log into the true dreamscape.

"In this world, perhaps there truly are all heavens and myriads of realms, and that Rumeng Order is a true passage to these realms!"

"Rumor has it that those who enter it have experienced seven worlds by now, various Great Thousand Worlds, numerous races, different histories, all extremely strange and bizarre!"

"Hahaha, this must be the advanced races within the chaos opening up a Gate of Many Dimensions for us! This way, we don't have to arduously search beyond the Chaos Wall; we can glimpse the Great Thousand Worlds right here!"

"It's said that the previous civilization was the Teacup Head Civilization, and the entire civilization lived within a Crystal Wall teacup world. Every hundred years, there was a great flood... that's when the ancient gods came to drink tea."

"Using a world as a teapot, how astonishing is that?"

This news caused shock among the geniuses of countless eras.

Throughout ancient and modern times, the Gate of Many Dimensions in this era is the most captivating, undertaking tasks one after another greatly expands one's horizons and also facilitates cultivation.

At this moment.

A meeting was being held in the Divine Realm.

"That Sylvie, she indeed followed that one, using dreams to bewilder lives and create reincarnations," commented the Elf Divine King Minis with a sigh.

With a kind face, close to nature, and constantly exuding a peaceful and harmonious aura, making one feel he is a king of Elves who loves nature.

"This is troublesome."

Zhu Qi took a deep breath, "She might have inherited the Dream Garment, bewildering all beings, truly bizarre."

Currently, they were still adversaries on the surface, but in reality, they were training troops.

They had long allied in secret.

They were all free individuals, who dared to act superior?

They were involved in their own affairs, but when it came to the mastermind behind the scenes, it was different; naturally, they wanted to overthrow the "Heaven" that governed them and not be puppets of such an existence.

And in this regard, Minis felt the most conflicted emotions deep inside.

Back in the Abyss Era, before his death, Herodotus provoked that Fist Majesty, resulting in his defeat by a single punch. Now, it's his turn to avenge his shame!

He felt this was a battle of destiny!

Meanwhile, the people of the Apocalypse world, Ning Guochang and others, also felt a sense of nostalgia.

Back then, if he hadn't fought against that Fist Majesty who descended and blasted the stage with one punch, he would've been killed.

Thinking about it now, indeed, such decay needed to be confronted.

This too was a predestined battle, already anticipated.

Furthermore.

Not only did Zhu Qi, the apprentice, need to kill his master considering it destined, but even the always indifferent Emperor felt it was a destined battle.

Back in the day, he gained today's insights from observing the Martial Arts Holy Stele.

And now, it's time to cut off the fear in his heart and overthrow this already decayed ancestral existence of the Martial Path!

They also gradually sensed anomalies throughout various eras, all sorts of oddities, undoubtedly driven by a hidden mastermind.

This mastermind was obviously that one.

Now, I have to walk the path of Elis from back then.

Patricide.

The father has decayed and obstructs the road of the children.

Only by overthrowing the ancient father can they become the new fathers, and have a truly free and brilliant future.

Zhu Qi analyzed, "That Majesty has just returned from the Old Cemetery, now still a mere mortal, and he must rebuild his Life Map, which might take tens of thousands of years to return to the True God Realm."

One must know that an ordinary low-level True God of several rings will take two to three thousand years.

Being the least of several hundred rings, even knowing all the Life Maps, it would still take thousands of years to re-cultivate them step by step.

He is a mortal, which is a chance.

"Sylvie, presumably, is stalling the era, giving that one time to re-cultivate to the peak. We should first cut off that one's fangs,"

Sylph immediately said, "Recently, she has been assisting the Black Magic Master, the Martial Race, and talented individuals from the Wizard Race, deceiving them into dreams to cultivate within, constantly perfecting their own Life Maps... even faster than us."

What this means, everyone naturally understands.

What is the foundation of a race?

It is the Life Map of the True God.

If the other's pace surpasses that of their own race, walks the True God path, and nurtures a group of their own complete True Gods, would it not mean they've stolen the race's secrets and then come back to suppress themselves?

A group of Martial Path True Gods, Black Magic Master True Gods, Wizard True Gods...

Returning to attack them, one could foresee a terrifying scene.

That's not merely a few rings of low-level True Gods!

Those are complete True Gods, residing in the True God Domain, at least fifty rings or more.

And now, for those True Gods at the Eternal Domain level, they have calculated that thirty-three rings are needed to remain in a True God body continuously.

"Truly, one generation replaces another."

Sylph shook her head. "Before, it was you, Zhu Qi, who once ambushed an era, successfully reaching the top. But after a mere few thousand years, you've been directly surpassed by the inconspicuous Sylvie."

"She has that one's support, accepting all sorts of inheritances, naturally, she progresses fast," Zhu Qi frowned, fundamentally, isn't it just that Minis and the Emperor were slow? Taking the late-period path, still two mortals.

Otherwise, how could Zhu Qi have ascended to the top?

"The opponent doesn't even hide it now and wants to gradually transform the entire Martial Path continent into a giant dreamscape."

Everyone wore solemn expressions, beginning to ponder how to resist.

After this mastermind was discovered, they began to act recklessly.

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