All the major planets in the cosmos are bustling, with each body beginning to mutate, cultivating the path of the Immortal Sect.

The old man glanced at the people on each planet, all studying Immortal Cultivation Techniques, smiling kindly, "What a revival of the Immortal Technique, villains aim to undermine our foundation, huh."

The old man's consciousness entered a certain space, shakily seated on the main seat, wearing reading glasses, a checkered robe, and flip-flops, "Call them all over."

"Those hundred people?" the voice came.

"The first three will do." The old man elegantly adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, "Only the top three have been granted the right to immortality in this Artificial Universe, they are the only ones qualified to see me."

The top hundred of the Celestial Vaulting List are almost absolutely dominant.

They represent the strongest, invincible, ultimate power of the entire civilization, the "ultimate force" to launch civilizational wars externally.

And these hundred people, are hardly ever seen.

Mysterious beyond compare, the active forces are always the mechas ranked 101-10000 of Celestial Vaulting.

Because they're almost asleep, mortals needing prolonged sleep, hibernation, to combat aging.

They are the elites in the history of the cosmos.

The overbearing and dominant supreme generals, the interstellar criminals who once rampaged across the cosmos, even super hackers who attempted to hack into the data of the Second Universe, researchers who've developed new Celestial-level scientific madmen professors...

But even so, these hundred people, have had their seats change tens of thousands of times over long years.

Time is the cruelest weapon.

To them, time is too ruthless.

Even while asleep, the average lifespan of their Hundred People's Committee is less than a million years before a new round of changes appears.

In the context of the entire universe's evolution history, a million years is only a splash.

Everyone thinks the age of dinosaurs isn't far from Earth, but it's actually already 66 million years of distant prehistory... equivalent to 66 iterations here.

Even Earth's scale calculated in hundreds of millions of years is so short, let alone the entire cosmos?

However.

The top three of the Hundred People's Council are the most terrifying existences in the cosmos, they are given the right to eternal life in this universe.

For immortality, the Hundred People's Council holds a ranking battle every millennium to vie for the top three spots.

Their three codenames are:

Wisdom, Courage, Balance.

Countless people vie for these champion, runner-up, and second runner-up positions.

As time flies and history overlaps, slowly, the existence of the top three councils became the existence of the permanent council.

And from a certain period, no one was able to overthrow these three, pulling them down from this level, even the rankings ceased to change.

Swish!

The top three appeared directly before the eyes.

"All here." The old man put down the newspaper in his hand.

The true faces of Wisdom, Courage, and Balance, appeared before the eyes.

A tall and sturdy man, a petite young girl, a flamboyantly dressed sensual girl.

"You're not stopping it?" the sensual girl's voice came.

"How do I stop it? I can't find their position either."

The old man laughed, "The parameters of this universe are absolute, perfectly aligning with the entire Real Universe... and in the real Matter Universe, is there any irrational entity monitoring the entire universe? The reality doesn't have it, so it can't appear here either."

"When something that defies the fundamental logic and material rules of the universe appears, this will no longer be an Artificial Universe but a false, dreamy toy."

"This is reality, and can only be reality." The old man spoke softly.

"I think you didn't want to monitor from the beginning, did you?"

The tall figure symbolizing Wisdom was somewhat helpless, "To you, who would be so bored to monitor the ant nests in their own garden?"

To this old man, this universe, and the entire era's sentient beings, are merely his own garden.

If the garden breaks, it can be rebuilt.

It's nothing significant.

In the long years, this old man no longer places many things in his heart; the matters before him cause neither anger nor sorrow.

Even the three people before him suspect: The other's inherent indifference and aloofness don't even consider the enemy as an adversary.

Even if his own home was truly destroyed, he would just coldly watch the entire ruins.

Then communicate with new friends.

Who would harbor ill will towards the arrival of equally great existences ruining their small toy?

Of course.

The prerequisite is that the guest's identity is equal with him.

And not some laughable charlatans.

From beginning to end, this figure has never placed the invasion before him at heart.

The old man wobbled and stood up, "You talk among yourselves, you take charge of everything yourselves..."

The three were silent for a moment.

Suddenly, the tall, sturdy man said, "I request the opening of the upper limit of this universe, the Divine Upper level."

The old man glanced at them, "Okay."

With that, he turned and left.

The three's hearts shook.

Finally...

Willing to let go?

"Hahaha, now it's our turn too! Even in this Artificial Universe, we can have some fun!" The sensual girl laughed.

The voice of the young girl came with mockery, "The living beings are indifferent, watching how the entire Hundred People's Council faces this disaster? And when have the sentient beings thought, gods too are indifferent, coldly watching the entire civilization being invaded."

This statement is quite satirical.

You're an insider at the lower level, wanting to see how the heroes of the rulers fight back.

But I, at the higher level, don't wish to fight back or be that hero.

Passing the buck.

Everyone gives up.

What can you do? Do you think the Hundred People's Council will certainly resist?

Another mocking voice came, "Those people, too self-important! Thinking they're something? Want to see us take action, thinking we'll definitely step in to protect them?"

The tall and sturdy man chuckled, adjusting his golden slicked-back hair in a center part, "Truly pathetic, pathetic... They always imagine some absurdities, too self-important."

The so-called passion, combat, fighting for all living beings.

They too had it once.

But it was only once.

"Why don't we just let it develop and see how it plays out, that Black Star Emperor is quite amusing." The sensual girl laughed, like someone enjoying the show, "This little bug seems cool, enchanting me so much I want to become this race and see."

They also saw through the structure of the Extraordinary System and Black Star's lies at a glance.

At least among the tech system's common folk, things are more evenly distributed, social welfare is high, and with basic work earnings, one can generally afford Advanced Gene Longevity Potion.

High-level mortals, low-level mortals too.

At least in the face of death, everyone is basically equal.

A mortal's wrath, no matter how many bodyguards a tycoon has, still presents a chance to splatter blood on the scene.

It's relatively fair.

And that civilization?

Even the equality of death has been brutally stripped away.

The absolute advantage of individual strongmen inevitably births slavery.

That's not something any era's Celestial Emperor, hero, or great man can change, it's part of the fundamental logic of the civilization system.

This reason is bluntly simple:

Why would an ancient existence of hundreds of thousands of years talk of fairness with an ant that can only live for a few hundred years, blinking and dying?

The man chuckled, "What's the point of long individual lifespans and high combat power? It inevitably breeds a group of old turtles that live too long, a garbage civilization rife with decay."

"Don't mess around, what should we do next?" The sensual girl touched her nose, "Anyway, I don't want to care, let those 97 wastes take action?"

"That wouldn't be fun."

"Don't people want to see the council? We'll just not let them see, none of the council will act, then we'll break through the Divine Upper ourselves."

"After the breakthrough, we can covertly tease our little toys."

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