Sylvie was still shaken, her voice trembling with anger, "I wondered why they ran so fast, turns out they were pretending to be losing and scheming against me."
"They're unbelievably deceitful! They see that my Mechanical Race belongs to the support branch and can help other races deduce the path to the True God, so they want to steal my achievements!"
"A bunch of old beasts! A bunch of villains! They dare to bully and deceive a girl like this!" Sylvie had lost all discretion in her words.
Li Qing heard this, looked at the furious Sylvie, and shook his head inside.
It's ironic you thought you won.
If I hadn't come, you'd be left with nothing but your underwear.
You thought the battle hadn't started, but actually, it had already begun.
The Emperor is purely focused, his life devoted to the battle of skills, and what's before you is a skill technique, infiltrating your tribe with the pinnacle of exquisite artistry, sharing the achievements you pushed in your dream-based Life Map...
He becomes part of your race, using your own kind to defeat you, shattering you in the realm you excel at most, the dream talent.
Dealing with the likes of the Emperor and Minis is dangerous if underestimated.
Their era isn't ruled for now, only because the True God's path is too long.
Like the protagonist in a novel, who defies fate, struggling through hundreds of layers at a mere Foundation Establishment Stage, acting with brutal determination.
They are still mortals now, yet they can leap levels to kill ordinary True Gods, acting as the mortal rulers over the Gods. How could they be defeated so easily?
If they wished, they could be like Zhu Qi, severing their roots, rapidly rising to the top, breaking through to True God, invincible in an era.
But they simply choose not to.
"You have a complete True God with Fifty Rings in your hands. Although the two are mortals, with Zhu Qi's support, they might be able to put up a fight. You are evenly matched."
"They deliberately avoid you and descend to the mortal realm, leaving you in control of this era of the Divine Realm."
Li Qing softly guided:
"In reality, your understanding is too narrow, thinking battles of strong individuals are mere physical confrontations. For such strong beings, your war may have already begun in a different form."
Sylvie nodded; she's aware now.
Already fixing gaps and leaks, upon closer inspection, she saw a chilling scene.
Her entire race's independent encrypted dreamscape unknowingly became riddled with openings.
This terrified Sylvie.
Who really controls the Dream Garment? Who is truly dreaming?
The Emperor, that bastard, trying to hack into my brain! Altering my dream parameters and stealing data!
And only now Sylvie recalled the Emperor's history.
Back then, at his weakest, the Emperor hunted a Bitter Race individual, seized talent, infiltrated the Bitter Race as a genius of this tribe, using internal resources to cultivate, stealing achievements, then eventually overthrowing the Bitter Race Demigod.
Before her eyes, he's replicating this cycle.
He's infiltrated her race!
The sound of crashing and clattering! The combat in the dream has begun.
In the hazy fog.
Sylvie continuously broke through disguises and illusions, finally arriving at the near-foundational core infrastructure.
Saw a thin figure silently attacking the next defense.
"Damn, already reached this stage?"
"I'm actually under attack, but it's so silent, how could it reach here?"
"A few more months and..."
Sylvie looked at the man before her, furious like her own child was stolen by the neighbor, and instantly began a frenzied counterattack.
Like ancient warfare armies, deploying and arranging formations.
Like modern hacker wars, alternating blows at a consciousness level.
"I... I... Is he attacking the strong with the weak?" Sylvie retreated repeatedly, losing control of dream nodes' territories, speaking in shock: "Clearly far weaker than me, yet he's achieved this level."
Logically, even if the Emperor gained the tribe's strength, he only possesses a third or fourth of its level, not even matching ordinary tribesmen, yet he's competing with even the strongest of her for dream control!
She found this utterly unacceptable.
Only facing him directly did she feel truly intimidated.
"Is this all you have?"
The shadow finally spoke:
"Opening this dreamscape to envelope the world, you should have long expected my Martial Path Race to cultivate your Dream-Entering Martial Arts, and seize your dream authority."
"At this level..."
The figure's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, "Have I overestimated you, placed too much hope? I shouldn't have been hopeful."
Sylvie was going insane!
Hope for what, you battle-crazed Martial Fanatic.
You're practically a monster!
No wonder Minis and Zhu Qi are reluctant to face him head-on, using various means to forcibly avoid direct confrontation.
Meanwhile, Sylvie heard Nokron's voice:
"True combat isn't a direct confrontation against power but avoiding such strength. Dodging may be shameful but effective."
The voice was like a thunderclap.
"Play to your strengths and understand where your strengths lie, using them to attack the opponent's weaknesses."
Sylvie came to her senses in an instant, realizing she was bewitched.
Even such a simple thing she couldn't react to.
Ultimately, she had no experience, having always had smooth sailing, and her mind was dominated by the terror and oppression of the Emperor.
The battles Minis fought against the Emperor back then, and even the Witch Emperor battled the Emperor, avoided the opponent's strengths and attacked their weaknesses.
The opponent is purely strong, but avoiding direct confrontation, using many to surround the few, using size to overwhelm the small... it's not impossible to win.
The so-called filth and disgrace are all laughable; in essence, it is just using one's strengths to defeat the opponent's weaknesses.
The Emperor cultivates personally, untainted by dust, so his Tao Heart is pure. He is obviously a personal hero, cultivating civilization and a great figure pushing civilization's development. Fighting him as a great figure of civilization is what's laughable.
Sylvie took a deep breath, "Your Majesty, I understand your teachings. I found a way to win against the Emperor."
"Since he wants to invade my core hub, to spy on my database, then why do I need to collide head-on to win?"
Snap.
She directly cut off all her links to the outside.
Simply put.
If you can't win a hackers' war online, just unplug the internet cable, and don't let them steal my database.
Thus, the whole world turned dark, and this core hub, the super brain controlling the dream, utterly severed its links to the outside.
Escape is disgraceful yet useful.
No need to fight, so then avoid fighting with this monster as much as possible. Isn't this also a way of using little to achieve much?
"Getting cleverer."
At the same time, in a desolate mountain, a baby with furrowed brows:
"Hmm, is it Emperor Nokron, the strongest of the Martial Path? The pinnacle of martial arts, how terrifying the skills are."
"A being of the same type as me."
"Am I truly a flower similar to you? I am the you from past history, surprisingly, I'm not resistant."
He couldn't help but sigh, "Because I am too lonely."
...
...
Sylvie disconnected from the network.
She started to modify her dream data again, creating a firewall, and promoting a dynamically changing defense barrier.
After a while, she logged back in, confirming the Emperor hadn't attacked again, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems I've temporarily isolated him, but he will eventually attack again."
"Moreover, when he finds me tough to conquer, he will conquer the construction below the dream realm and embed mechanical AI chips behind everyone!"
"After this, it might be a fight between two dream realm masters, with him becoming another protagonist fighting with me over the authority?"
Sylvie kept strategizing.
Her fighting spirit surged immediately.
You may be strong, but you are not allowed to defeat me in my specialized domain, using my race and my strongest natural talents.
This is Sylvie's confidence.
"Your Majesty, I need to re-enter the dream."
Sylvie immediately said, "I now understand, they are not avoiding, but are waging war with me, only the battlefield is within my dream."
"I am promoting their civilization's Demigod, trying to obtain the opponent's complete True God Life Map, stealing their race, and the opponent also tries to intercept my promoted True God Life Map within the dream! Taking back their race!"
"To obtain the complete True God Life Map is to obtain the foundation of one's race!"
"It all depends on skills, let's see who will have the last laugh."
"I let them enter dream reincarnation, the results of my deduction, how can they steal it?" Sylvie snorted coldly, completely forgetting that she was the one who first stole their race.
At this moment, Sylvie no longer felt conceited, realizing that winning was just the beginning of the battle.
"Go." Li Qing smiled.
"I can't lose!" Sylvie went to sleep, "I am the Dream Garment Celestial Emperor of this era, the Creation God, my will is a Celestial Dao, a thought evolves civilization, a dream gives birth to ten thousand realms."
Li Qing glanced at the dreaming and fighting Sylvie and sat down in the study beside her.
Although constantly correcting Sylvie's mistakes and providing support, she ultimately has to rely on herself to resist.
"Using the land as a chessboard, huh."
"And to vie for the protagonist's aura, with the mysterious Heavenly Dao, all rely on skills..."
Li Qing suddenly chuckled, "Things that wouldn't appear in reality are appearing here."
Protagonist aura.
Epoch after epoch, the mysterious will of the Heavenly Dao...
This era, why does it feel increasingly suitable?
Li Qing found it amusing, "If this kind of protagonist luck, Heavenly Dao rules, become a norm, one can imagine it as a perfect development system of an Extraordinary World."
Looks like this decision of mine was correct.
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