"Don't return."

"It's not time yet."

The voice carried an innate authority and vastness.

But at this moment, it was tinged with a lazy drunkenness.

The crowd was startled, and began to discuss fervently.

"What does 'not the time yet' mean?" Sakya asked.

Galina said, "Could it be that our luck in ascending dimensions is so good that we happened to catch them at a critical moment?"

"Then we're really lucky." Moxia laughed heartily, "The enemy doesn't want us to go, but we insist on going!"

Beside them, Mingtushan also said, "For them to support the entire civilization train with one hand... it must be at a great cost!"

"They're willing to spend such a great cost, it must mean things are critical, we should quickly push away this hand and rush in!"

They continued their frantic analysis and discussions, each showing surprise, eager to try.

Previously, they weren't optimistic about Magaras's rash actions.

But now, it seemed this impulsiveness was an unexpected joy? A good thing?

Just as everyone was shocked, they saw a scene that froze their smiles.

Rustle—

After the kinetic waves from the collision between the hand and the civilization train dissipated, they vaguely saw the situation at the scene.

Vaguely...

Everyone saw on the opposite side of the Twelfth Universe, a grassland cliff.

A figure dressed like a beggar lay sideways, hazily propping up one hand, supporting a civilization train.

The owner of this hand seemed unkempt, dressed in tattered clothes, but his body was pure and pristine, remaining impeccably clean despite his disheveled appearance.

"Stop it..."

The voice was drunken, "Let me finish drinking... then I'll handle it..."

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

An unprecedented sense of fear, oppression, suddenly emerged in their hearts.

We thought he was busy with something important...

Turns out, he was just drunk and didn't want to work.

He just used a hand to hold the door, planning to deal with us after he woke up?

This drunkard didn't consider us important at all?

A thick feeling of suffocation and humiliation lingered in their hearts, and the fury in everyone's hearts raged!

How can he be so arrogant?

They were shocked and angry, and how could the other party, in a drunken state, easily hold their civilization train with a hand...

It wasn't at all as if they had paid a hefty price!

"This kind of monster..." The three leaders of the mother civilization exchanged glances, a deep fear lingering in their hearts.

Beside them, Mingtushan suddenly said self-mockingly:

"Now I finally understand your despair, even if you three are the strongest in the history of your universes... but what you face is truly a life-or-death challenge."

Now, having become a mortal, he finally understood this fear.

Having just ascended, believing himself a genius, he could feel the endless fear.

The Twelve Trials, each guardian boss exudes too much pressure!

Especially this final trial.

Mingtushan believed his talent not inferior to the three leaders of the mother civilization, and this beggar in front of him wouldn't have a talent higher than theirs.

Everyone's extreme talents are almost similar, but the level of civilization they belong to causes a huge gap in combat power.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The light sound of snoring kept reaching their ears.

"So noisy." Magaras suddenly lifted his head.

The voice that kept echoing in the sky suddenly stopped its fighting action.

Magaras showed a hint of annoyance, "This Twelfth Trial's heaven's will, so arrogant, he's drunk... why is he dressed like this?"

Magaras touched his chin, falling into thought:

"Maybe he's just another madman like the three leaders of the mother civilization? Or is it that, at his level, exterior appearances no longer matter."

"But he seems to have the right to be arrogant now, a Ninth Tier?"

Magaras decisively halted his actions, pointing to the vast hand holding the civilization train opposite, looking at God, "Fighting like this is too meaningless, neither of us can break through the other's defenses."

"I'm the God of Multidimensional Time Evolution, and you're the God of Multidimensional Time Evolution.... What I have, you learn, it's very uninteresting."

God naturally understood his implication, quickly flying into the sky, casually saying: "Since you have this interest, I won't stop you. I'll watch your performance."

With that, God floated in the sky, and Fortuna, the Goddess of Destiny, quietly poked her head out, seeing the two hadn't started fighting again, before returning to God's side.

"Hmph!"

Magaras curled his lips, "Watch my performance? God, you should know, the cost of watching my performance is substantial."

"Once I obtain Ninth Tier technology, or even break through the Ninth Tier... our balance will be broken, watching my performance, you might die, you better not be too arrogant."

God glanced at Magaras, "If you think you can kill me, go ahead, get what you want and then come back."

"However, if you die at the opponent's hands, I will intervene."

Magaras sneered coldly, looking up at the beggar, "I would die? What a joke, lose to a drunken beggar?"

Having said that, he looked up.

Observing the enormous hand propped up by the other side, he looked left and right, unable to make out any clues.

"Leave a hand here? And then ignore us?"

"This guy hasn't even glanced at us, as if treating us like wildflowers and weeds by the roadside?"