Elis looked at his pure smile, as if seeing another Human Emperor Star Lord.

The same purity, the same gentleness.

He is a trinity, naturally able to sense the threshold of life amidst the mysterious, comprehending the essence of life, which also indicates that he is inherently a suitable Life Ancient God.

A Human Emperor Sage who clears the path for the people under the sky.

He is different from the hot-blooded Star Lord, elegant, wise, idealistic, not pedantic, willing to play dirty, and willing to become a martyr for the people.

Elis understood this man's ideals.

He would rather find himself besieged but chooses to pass down the solitary copies of knowledge at the cost of his death.

Because knowledge must be passed down through the generations to have a future.

If there is no inheritance, even if a prodigy like him emerges later, they would have to spend a lot of time researching from scratch.

Even the most talented person, starting from zero, can't have a future.

Civilization is inheritance.

Even Minis and the Emperor, despite their great talent, rely on the heritage of Bai Suo and Dark Fan to get to where they are today.

Therefore, he executed this mysterious operation and chose to stand up.

But is it really a mystery?

In Elis's eyes, this was the most astonishing and courageous act of rebellion.

Previously, he resisted with various books, demonstrating against the Saint, locking the authority of Time God Atabia, with a world-shaking move, igniting the cosmos' creatures' confidence.

Now, with no way out, he chooses to use his own life as a stake to strike back, igniting confidence.

Regardless of camp or ideology, Elis holds such a martyr in reverence.

"Indeed, perhaps as the relatively omnipotent protagonist, leaving three solitary paths to sainthood, is your significance in this era."

Elis suddenly murmured, "Ultimately, there must be someone who goes crazy, spreading endlessly, leaving behind the three major solitary copies, passing down knowledge. If you don't do it, someone will in the future. It's the inevitability of history, only no one, like you, managed three volumes in one go."

It seems, after climbing to the top, we couldn't sever the later comers, becoming the sole supreme force.

There is hope for the masses. The Saint can't completely monopolize tyranny. Even if they are silenced, their hearts can't be silenced.

Elis sighed, "To be honest, I don't want to kill you; you can come with me to the Netherworld."

"Are you pitying me? Do you think I lost?" Suddenly, this always calm man suddenly got angry, as if his reverse scale was touched.

"Hahahahaha! Lose, how could I lose?"

He suddenly laughed loudly, as if he heard something ridiculous.

"How stunning is this move of mine? This opponent doesn't see? Pity me? Did I overestimate you?"

"I won! Because it is not just me, there are thousands upon thousands of me, we are destined to win! I die now to pave the way for the winners of the future!"

"My death now is not true death, I believe someone in the future will go back to the past and change my death. If I can't summon heroes from the future, a hero from the future will surely summon us!"

"I, Eliminate Traces, will undoubtedly reach the peak of the cosmos! Today my death, future generations will call me back for that battle of the future."

"The descendants, seeing the solitary copies, will all call me Holy Master!"

"I previously welcomed heroes from the future's return as the beginning."

"My death now in the past, awaiting the heroes of the future to connect me, is also a beginning!"

"Hahahaha! I am to become the supreme sage of the cosmos! Hahahaha!"

With a crack.

Elis suddenly reached out and clenched.

The era's protagonist before her suddenly exploded into a blood mist, disappearing into the heavens and earth, body and soul entirely extinguished.

She thought earnestly for a moment and remarked:

"He was a good father, leaving a decent reading environment for the future generations, breaking my censorship text, and studying for the rise of the world."

Elis turned and caressed the glass window, looking at the children's school which Eliminate Traces pointed at, the sounds of reading still continuing inside.

She listened to the vibrant voices of the children, caressing the Crystal Wall as if caressing a lover's skin, shaking her head, "How wonderful it would have been if the hero I met when young were like this."

"Apologies, pitying you is indeed disrespecting you."

...

...

When Elis returned to the Celestial Realm, she saw Nokron and two maidservants each holding one of the three solitary copies confiscated, reading with great relish.

The crazy money-printing machine, who knows how many forbidden solitary copies it left, where they're hidden among All Heavens and Myriads of Realms.

He ran so fast, having traveled once through all the Ten Thousand Realms, with mysterious movements, distributing pamphlets like crazy, or else he wouldn't have been caught so quickly.

"An assault on all major forces of All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, conducted a house raid, cleared their treasuries once over, roughly confiscated 90,971 copies."

Sylvie stated a data point, "Based on his imprinting speed, modeling it, probably confiscated 70%, the rest hidden in sacred places cleverly in advance, as well as some ancient relics, secret realms, messy ruins."

These solitary copies, if short by one, there will be none.

Because only these solitary copies, blessed with life authority, could reveal the text.

Otherwise, other books are mosaics, obscured.

If only these solitary copies are resolved, the opponent's entire effort would become futile, the entire cosmos can be blocked up again.

Yet, this is not straightforward.

Everyone stashes them secretly, treating as ancient forbidden classics, frantically treasures them, as heirlooms.

"That guy really went crazy, one bout of noncompliance if not enough, directly dying to express his stance, really bold huh?" Sylph complained.

"Seizing 70%, may not actually be so." At this moment, Nokron closed the book and spoke: "That person is very treacherous, perhaps intentionally pretending his imprint and dissemination speed, in reality, only seized 50%, maybe even 30%."

People won't play dirty? Li Qing didn't believe it.

Why?

In fact, Li Qing had already noticed the other party.

Normally unnoticed, but showing true form, distributing pamphlets like crazy? Really think my cameras can't see?

Just knowing the other party was bound to die, pretended not to see.

Of course, the camera filmed the other side playing tricks, in reality hiding a large portion of books.

But Li Qing also didn't care, instead looked at Elis beside: "Back? Well done, actually killed a young hero's era protagonist, as a Cosmic Saint, claimed the first kill, successfully defended the throne."

Elis was speechless, with a somewhat gloomy expression, "He died, but he doesn't seem dead, our war has just begun."

"Really clever, he hasn't truly died."

Nokron laughed, "This universe, there are three ways to die."

"The first is physical death, for Mortals, your body dies, all mechanisms stop."

"The second is soul death, for strong ones, the soul scattered is death."

"The third, cognitive death, when the last person in the entire cosmos forgets your existence, you completely disappear."

Nokron said that, looking at them and added, "For Saints, not dead yet, it takes killing them three times, they truly die, and we only killed his first physical death, second soul death so far."

This theory was novel and interesting, but everyone there reacted quickly.

Indeed.

Also the third, cognitive death.

For these cosmos' supreme beings, soul scattered isn't true demise.

Because someone reciting their names, traveling across the Long River of Time, might revive them.

Only cognitive death, when no one in history remembers you, is real demise.

Because then, even if someone can travel through the Long River, they don't know your existence, don't know who you are, your death date, live in which frame of the cosmic era, how can they revive you?

That is truly falling!

"So, we must erase that guy's existence traces, to prevent anyone from saving him?" Sylvie thought, "It seems my Celestial River Navy, have to fight this cosmic mastermind, the man named Eliminate Traces once more!"

"One hundred thousand Celestial River elites, jointly completely defeat him, kill him, erase his traces in the cosmos, all records of his books to be burned."

Elis hearing this, suddenly realized the other's calculation, knowing why the other looks down on him, feeling he's unworthy as his adversary.

Because during their discourse, didn't see deeper.

Using book destruction, erasing subsequent people's cognition of him, indeed can kill average existence.

But that man, left his solitary copies, leaving his Holy Master name, future people if rising will have to owe him, marvel at his contribution, and might choose to seek him, revive him.

"No wonder he laughs, as said, how could he lose? He's just in layout, as long as people still chant his name... he lives eternally in history!!" Elis sighed, "He waits for that decisive battle, future heroes pulling him over."