Chapter 859: Chapter 801: Traversing Countless Dimensions, All for Survival

Rustle.

Atabia transformed into a swimming fish, leaping back into the river.

With a splash, it swam against the current, heading to the "past" of nine billion years ago, which is the [present world].

The Long River of Time shimmered.

Every ripple unfolded into waves of eras.

Minis and Herodotus were, of course, not dead; they had been placed ahead on the Long River of Time, their True Spirits eternal, unable to be killed by ordinary means.

"Their era is about to vanish."

In the Long River of Time, Herodotus turned his head, looking at the final scene of that future timeline, "They are going to die, embracing their destiny."

"However, that man... to kill his brother, one must first step over his corpse. When it comes to speaking and doing, he is indeed a king worthy of respect."

The strongest across all the heavens and myriad realms wailed in despair, pain, and sorrow; an overwhelming atmosphere hovered above the entire cosmos, so oppressive that it was unbearable.

The ballads of the entire universe spread everywhere, as if it were a requiem of this cosmic era.

With the death of Volga, the King of the North Universe, and the annihilation of the 800,000 Ancient God Legion, a fear of death lingered in everyone’s mind, like clouds overshadowing them, as they all knew that this universe would vanish with the Time God’s departure.

Whoosh.

"It is time to go back." Atabia, the swimming fish, leapt out of the water, drops of gleaming time beads sliding down his cold face as he left the river and walked step by step towards the shore.

Thud, thud, thud!

The entire timeline pulsed abruptly with his return.

The butterfly effect had already begun to flow, and the future of the King of the Northern Lands that was experienced before had disappeared, with a new history recompiled and altered, and all beings of that particular timeline perished.

It was as if they had never been born, and those heroic figures who sang with fiery voices had never existed in history.

This is a future crueler than having one’s soul scattered, because most of their endings did not even involve being born.

"As spoken, when nine billion years of time turn out to be a deception, why should the figures in the void of time rejoice or mourn?"

"A new future has been generated, and as for their original future...they no longer exist."

Minis turned his head to sense the calm Celestial Realm, the breeze fluttering, as he looked up at the eternal sun in the void, the place sealed by Light, shaking his head: "It was truly a beautiful journey, the scenery splendid, the landscape pleasing, even the natives warmly welcomed us, writing their lives and history, but alas...."

Minis, of course, understood why they wept bitterly.

Because having once empathized, the extremely thin and lonely him had also once laid in despair under the kingdom by the Elf Ancient Tree, guarding the tombstones of the Gods, always in silence, with that heart-wrenching unspeakable agony.

He could equally understand the people of this universe, those who bid a resolute farewell to family and friends, joined the war, all in the hope of retaining their era, enabling their family, friends... everyone they cared about to truly live, as well as allowing themselves to truly live.

He was once them.

And he had become another Light Ancient God, exterminating other civilizations and becoming a villain.

Even for the sages who roared and howled, he had specific targeting experience.

For having experienced the rain, he excelled at overturning others’ umbrellas.

"Pity."

Herodotus turned around, seemingly sensing Minis’ emotions, "In the history of us Atabians, the fall of sages had people building tablets and recording stories for us, but the heroes of our current era, they do not even exist in history, turning into void on the Long River of Time, with their branched stream running dry, none of them remaining."

Whether they win live, if they lose everything is void, and all vanishes.

Just a jump along the timeline is equivalent to extinguishing the beings of one entire universe!

Though they sighed, they had no regrets.

Because the quantity of matter in the universe is limited; if you give it to others, you have less for yourself!

If others survive, your universe becomes smaller.

Essentially, it’s about struggling for survival by raiding resources, a matter of you live or die.

Living in nature, regardless of which stage, civilization, tribe, city-state, empire, interstellar... people wage war to seize natural resources, undoubtedly, even at today’s cosmic apex.

And now, Minis could somewhat understand back then, when the Light Ancient God descended coldly outside the Crystal Wall, sending down a great flood, even walked the same path, initially detesting him, then understanding him, gradually imitating him, ultimately surpassing him.

In the clash of civilizations, there are no rights or wrongs.

"Minis...you’re melancholic again, why not think about something practical?" Atabia suddenly spoke up, "You are too weak."

Minis opened his mouth, indeed feeling uncomfortable.

Initially, he thought his era had come.

While Herodotus, the spokesperson of this era, couldn’t break the time’s turtle shell formation, he could, for he excelled in every method, having some knowledge of whatever the opponent used.

But after engaging, before he could showcase his combat power, he was instantly defeated in an upfront assault.

That man played by no rules, sneak attacking him.

Led to the point where he needed the Emperor’s help...

"Don’t be too discouraged either."

Herodotus looked at his third brother with a smile, very patiently, "Your combat skills are mediocre, your response slow, deduction ability not strong, adaptability poor... hence, your overall level in fights falls short, being caught with flaws right away."

A few mistakes in battles for masters like him would result in immediate defeat.

Yet, overall, Minis has a promising future!

His skill points are very balanced, and with a few more accumulations, he will still be formidable in the future.

In other words, as long as he reaches the pinnacle in one domain of the universe, it signifies all his domains have reached the cosmic limit!

While the three conversed, they had already returned to the Celestial Realm.

Towering Three-Thousand Great Path Celestial Pillars stood on the earth, numerous sect powerhouses and Ancient Gods roamed various cities, cultivating, exploring secret realms across different places.

This area where the Celestial Realm is located represents the most prosperous and peaceful era.

Now is not the future; with the power of sages in this era, who dares to rebel?

"What’s going on?"

Elis saw Atabia, frowning:

"Why haven’t you been hit with a stick, where is that person? Didn’t they come over this time? How are you back alone?"

She had even prepared the trap, ready to assist at any time, yet you broke the chain over there, and now you’re telling me you couldn’t bring the guest in? Elis felt it was absurd!!

They had seriously rebuilt this place, making it an impregnable fortress, even prepared the fishing rod; was it all in vain?

"The opponent opted to act contrary, preferring to die rather than come over, likely anticipating we were prepared."

Atabia narrated to these few sages what he saw of the future, "I had a small battle with the other side."

As everyone listened to Atabia’s story, Li Qing merely nodded perfunctorily.

After all, he had been observing Atabia in the dark and naturally knew everything that happened.

"How do you feel?" After hearing the entire story, the Emperor asked the fellow Daoists.

Elis thought for a moment and shared her opinion: "It seems these guys are each more cunning than the other."