Minis directed the Dragon Race to attack, but the fifty True Dragons turned out to be mere showpieces, nothing short of useless.

"In the presence of the Giant Dragon, I am unexpectedly a strong being!"

"The same True God, yet his Life Ring is so vast, and yet he is such a weakling!"

Those over twenty severely injured True Gods, who fought above their level against the Emperor, regained their confidence.

After all, no matter how useless they were, they were combat-type, whereas this dragon was merely a huge chunk of flesh with an empty realm, not a combat-type, fighting merely on its basic physique.

The most absurd part was, they didn't even have combat experience.

Yet, even so, they brought significant pressure, and in the end, the True Gods of the Divine Realm won a tragic victory over a two-on-one battle.

The battle lasted a day, but in the mortal world, a hundred years had already passed.

"Minis, this guy tricked me again! The Witch Emperor hasn't even made a move from start to finish. In its prime, who could win?" The Holy Dragon screamed miserably, "You wait, I will kill every last one of you. Time is the greatest weapon; I am the eternal symbol of an era. Far in the future, I must tell the story of the Atabians to the world and your wickedness... Some mediocrity needs time to bloom into flowers~!!"

"Leave!" Minis said with a cold snort, listening to the other's wailing, "We can't take them down anymore."

The Witch Emperor stood on the ruins of the Divine Palace, watching over the Gods as they descended to the Lower Realm in silence.

This time, the True Gods didn't bring up the issue of whether to leave the opponents anymore, because they were nearly decimated and could no longer keep them from leaving, so they quietly watched them depart.

To be driven to such devastation by mere mortals from the Lower Realm, who haven't even become gods yet.

"An insult to our Black Magic Witch Race!"

"Despicable!"

The Gods fell silent, thoroughly treating this as an insult, silently memorizing it.

...

Minis descended with the Holy Dragon and several remaining dragons, showing a bit of regret, "He is a very smart person. He didn't try to keep the Emperor. If he had left them behind, we could have wiped out both him and the Emperor at once upon arrival."

This Fat Dragon left him slightly disappointed.

Even garbage shouldn't be this useless.

Despite having such a high realm, higher even than all of them, it was inferior in combat skills to even a Gold Level expert.

"Returning this time, we must develop a special Dharma Artifact to cooperate with the Giant Dragon tribe." Minis pondered for a moment, "Like the former Atabia, to control the seat and control the Giant Dragons..."

Relying on this Fat Dragon to cultivate Martial Arts itself is unrealistic.

It must rely on me to control him.

"Construct a Dragon Saddle, a profession for Dragon Knights." Minis said, "Various Wizards, the Elf Race, the Human Race, sitting on the dragon's back, mortals will control the True Dragon in battle. Even if they are so useless, they can still become mass-produced True Gods, and by controlling them, even the opponent's low-level True God units can be matched."

"That's not right; I think using the Dragon Saddle is a good idea." At this moment, Sylph said, "But constantly controlling them isn't the solution. We must enable them to have their combat abilities."

"How to fight? This race only knows sleep." Tukashi shook his head.

"For the Giant Dragon Race, write in memory, let's call it Inherited Memory." Sylph proposed a seemingly good solution.

"Inheritance? It's a good thing." Minis nodded.

As Creator Gods, they have naturally studied this.

Inherited Memory, in reality, limits the potential of a race too much.

Each individual has different talents, each is a unique flower.

Yet Inherited Memory is a rigid educational model, embedding a uniform combat style, stifling the future of the children.

But for these Dragons, it seems this is the only way to go.

This way, they can barely defend themselves when awakened, with naturally born magic and combat experience, not too low-level.

Generally, those of the same level should also have the power to contend.

Moreover, their realms are typically higher than others, striking high into the low.

"But in this way, they are destined to be the weakest among the Divine Series in the entire Multi-Dimensional universe." Minis stated.

"It also has advantages."

Sylph said, "The basic lower limit is high, at a hundred percent True God level after maturity, and they can also mutate other various races to become Dragon Race, destined to be True Gods."

This is actually a nice play style.

One could even imagine this race in the future making many True God friends.

After all, some True Gods, as they grow through the ages, always have some friends, lovers, and relatives of insufficient qualifications that fall due to the passing of eras.

At this point, these powerful True Gods could ask the Dragon Race for help!

Turn their friends into a dragon; as long as they are willing to sleep, they are guaranteed to be a True God, thus saving their closest kin, forging a friendship.

"However, this would inevitably lead to rumors of promiscuity for the Dragon Race," Tukashi remarked. "Turning a strong person's lover into a dragon is human-dragon romance, not to mention other races; it's a real mishmash."

"But looking at this, this Fat Dragon might really be the least troublesome." Minis and the others were still discussing this Fat Dragon that went to sleep as soon as it returned.

The Fat Dragon healed its injuries by sleeping.

"Truly a dumb dragon blessed with dumb fortune."

Tukashi snorted, "This race has a guaranteed True God! In the future, True Gods might sign up for a Giant Dragon as a mount... even some True Gods' pampered offspring could have their parents find them a Dragon Race, signing a contract from a young age to become a True God Giant Dragon at adulthood."

Do not underestimate the True God.

Having a guaranteed True God is a dream pursued for countless eras.

How many True God experts can breakthrough normally through their efforts in a vast era?

Even if there are, most are low-level True Gods with a worthless Life Map.

...

In the Martial Arts Calendar year 7761.

The Divine Realm suffered consecutive attacks across two battles, spanning a long four hundred years.

The accumulated Gods in this war almost fell.

But the Witch Emperor was indifferent to these casualties.

These low-level True Gods only had two or three Rings; basically, in one to two thousand years, a new batch could be nurtured!

The last era's booming population and explosive fertility is over a thousand years gone; the new generation is about to emerge, ready to fill the gap.

"The era is pressing; everyone is fighting and scrambling."

Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, quietly observed the Lower Realm, "How can I, opposing everyone, monopolize the best land on the surface like a thorn in everyone's side?"

He sighed deeply.

"Forget it, continue to advance the era. The stronger our civilization, the less we fear the opposition."

In the Martial Arts Calendar year 7791.

Over a hundred years have passed; the era is more eruptive.

Life iterates, more and more souls fill the land, and the dense Spiritual Qi begins to permeate the Martial World continent.

As the Spiritual Qi becomes dense, the sky sees even more stars and clouds, monitoring the land.

Madly searching for remnants and rebels.

Yet on this day, Li Qing once more entered the Martial Arts World, feeling the rich Spiritual Qi:

"Like a vast graveyard, covering the earth, the souls of the departed entwine densely, something bizarre, and something eerie. Who knows what the future holds?"

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