At the same time, what Sylvie was thinking was:

She really seems quite similar to her best friend Aurora.

Now, she is outside the world's chaos, in the abandoned camp of some ancient being, wasn't Aurora the same?

However, the former owner of Aurora's abandoned camp was the Thunderbolt Ancient God, whose identity has been found out.

And this one before her, could it also be an Ancient God?

Sylvie felt perhaps not!

It is said that Ancient Gods possess truly terrifying power, symbolizing a concept rule. The Chaos Traveler before her is likely below Ancient God and above True God in realm.

"Otherwise, why would he fear the return of His Majesty in reincarnation, still as a mortal? Even if His Majesty was very strong before."

Thinking of this, Sylvie became even more intrigued.

Just as she hesitated, the Giant already stood up, gradually fading into the mist and disappearing.

"Sigh, left?" Sylvie felt some regret.

She was still hesitating whether to greet him.

But she observed for a while, confirmed he didn't come back, and then cautiously opened the crystal wall behind the hanging picture, quickly jumping down to the living room floor.

Tap tap tap!

Like a thief, she ran quickly to the glass in front of the room, knocked open the crystal wall, and entered inside.

Soon, the Heavenly Dao Will descended again.

Sylvie did not descend in body, projecting a phantom instead, to appear more dignified.

"You say, they have Wizard Life Maps with over eighty rings, and the other party might have completed seventy rings?"

Sylvie heard several pieces of news.

The first to stand up was a fifty-ring Black Magic Master, the second immediately after was an eighty-ring Wizard, which was only to be expected.

And the Four Celestial Emperors immediately spoke:

"To report to the Celestial Dao... if we cannot stop his theft, should we cut off the young talents of the Wizard Race from practicing? Thus, no Life Maps will form, and the other party will not be able to complete the final several rings."

Sylvie said mildly: "No need, let the Wizard Race continue practicing! It's merely dealing with the symptom, not the cause. Even if we block the other party, he will cultivate Wizard Demigods again, merely delaying time."

If it were truly a mastermind behind the scenes, she might indeed do so.

At the very least, this would delay the other party by thousands of years!

But for herself, this is merely a trial for a junior, pretending to be a mastermind, and there's no need to suppress the era's development; it's bad for both sides...

I need to develop further myself!

Sylvie was still imagining passing the trial, leaving this homeland with His Majesty, going to other distant worlds, more remote lands, to witness more resplendent scenes.

Those silly kids, directly with His Majesty, helped them to here.

And then, let them fend for themselves here!

Thinking so, Sylvie silently said: "The Emperor I cannot defeat, but a Minis? Ridiculous!"

...

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, two thousand years passed again.

The era developed peacefully, gradually flourishing.

Even a true golden age appeared, Legendary Powerhouses emerging as many as dogs; even the True God Realm was no longer rare.

The eruption of the era was nodal.

When the foundation accumulated to a certain bottleneck, it was like a flood collapsing, mountains shouting and seas roaring.

Northern Domain, Barbaric Land.

Compared to the other three major domains, it seemed much wilder here.

And as one of the Martial Arts Ancient Race of the Northern Domain, the Lin Family has stood for over ten thousand years without falling, an Ancient Martial Path Great Sect.

It is said that the most ancient ancestor was once a Martial Path disciple within a Martial God Mountain ten thousand years ago, having served ancient existences.

And now, across generations, the Lin Family has produced seven True Gods, shattering the void over these millennia, ascending to the Upper Realm, forming a mythical legend.

This also made it one of the most powerful Immortal Families on this land.

Each generation's patriarch held high power and status, just a stomp could shake the entire Ten Thousand Miles Realm.

And now, the Great Elder, secluded for six thousand years, suddenly emerged, saying: "I received a message from the Upper Realm, perhaps our Lin Family's True Gods are returning."

With these words, all the Elders in the Lin Family ancestral hall suddenly fell silent.

Even the most recent True God ascended to the Divine Realm two thousand years ago, and now the seven True Gods throughout the ages are returning?

"It is said there is an unbelievable task, to capture certain mortals and avert the emergence of a dark chaotic era."

At these words, everyone became completely solemn.

Mere mortals, to require gods to capture them, what terrifying monsters are they?

But their long history enabled them to know more than ordinary people, knowing that indeed there were people who could battle across realms defying the heavens.

Undoubtedly, the descent of True Gods from ancient Holy Lands is not limited to the Lin Family.

"What, your family also descended five True Gods?"

This sort of news quickly spread across the Lower Realm, making countless people boil over.

Countless people couldn't sit still.

Many guessed that the massive descent of ascended True Gods was not a sign of a golden age but an unsettling omen.

Perhaps the dark chaos is indeed about to commence!

That ancient legend, some prehistoric Masters of the Forbidden Area to resurrect, come out to bring world destruction.

For a time, the entire Martial Path land filled with turbulent undercurrents.

Kacha.

Lin Family Ancestral Hall.

"Welcome True Gods, descend to capture those Evil Gods, capture the Dark Divine King Minis!" Several Elders showed fervent expressions.

Leading them was an ancestor of the Lin Family named Lin Tian, the most astonishing genius among all ancestral predecessors.

"Rise, keep the reception simple," Lin Tian nodded coldly, but suddenly coughed several times.

Cough, cough, cough, cough.

He coughed for a while, and only when he saw no blood leaking out did he feel at ease. He thought to himself, "My only flaw is this matter, but fortunately, I've built a Spatial Secret Realm in my throat. Even if I cough up blood like a vast sea, it will merely fill the Blood Sea Secret Realm and even nurture the Blood Race within it."

The Lin Family's ancestor quickly led other True Gods to capture those causing the dark turmoil.

...

"Master of the Forbidden Area?"

"It's because Minis has been making too many moves recently, ambushing various prodigies. In the final completion of his Life Map, he is about to break through to the True God Realm."

"Troubles are arising as they pursue him, and I've been implicated too."

In the Southern Barbarians, Zhu Qi has changed his appearance to become a young man with a resolute face, quietly cradling a head in his lap.

"Master, what are you going to do??"

The head on his lap yelled at Zhu Qi, "Weren't you going to have me overthrow that evil mastermind, to escape being a puppet of fate, unable to control your own life?"

"Yes, over these years, I've nurtured you, and you've carried all my hopes," Zhu Qi whispered softly.

He is not Minis, nor the Emperor.

They don't have a Life Map, so they need to plunder.

For his Black Magic Master's True God Life Map, it was completed long ago.

But what use is it?

He himself was already ruined!

A mere Six Rings incomplete True God can no longer be completely perfected.

"As I expected, I severed my foundation, sacrificed my future, only to exchange it for a moment of glory, quickly to be eliminated by time."

"I just didn't expect it to be so soon."

"But I only sought one moment of brilliance, ten thousand years is too long, I must seize the day." He exhaled a breath of turbid air, showing no regret.

It is undeniable.

The patience of Minis, the Emperor, and others is correct.

If I had been as patient as they were, I would have had a better future.

But directly vying with them, I truly have no confidence.

Those two exert too much pressure.

Before, at least he had ruled an era and was glorious!

He clearly understood, low-level True Gods are about to become history.

His era also means its end.

In those years when True Gods didn't appear, he could suppress an era. Now, as a Six Rings True God, with exhausted potential, what can he do?

This imminent era of explosive turmoil and war is destined to have nothing to do with him.

"But even if I die, I must still vie with the contemporary."

He showed a bit of coldness on his face, looking at his disciple in front of him.

In these thousands of years, when others vanished, he differed because he painstakingly nurtured a child, an unmatched genius.

"From today, you are the flower I once knew."

Zhu Qi's face carried a trace of fanaticism, as if seeing the most wonderful treasure in the world, "You will become the puppet of my history, inheriting my dreams, will, spirit, and memory, to complete everything for me!"

"I didn't lie to you, I want you to overthrow him!" Zhu Qi said.

The head on his lap finally realized what was about to happen and became terrified: "No! Didn't you say you hated most becoming a flower similar to others, wasting your life acting out someone else's destiny?"

"How can you become the person you hate the most?"

The head pleaded bitterly, "Your life is still long, even as a Six Rings True God, you could live countless millennia, you are still in your youth, with a long life ahead."

Zhu Qi sighed, "Indeed, I hate those puppet roles the most, fearing them all my life, doubting all my life, unable to sleep at peace, searching for clues during the peaceful era, going to ask that majesty..."

His eyes were filled with nostalgia and reminiscence.

That was the thorn in his life, thinking about it day and night, becoming a mental barrier.

It was the biggest fear in his heart, finally going to the tavern to ask, receiving such indifferent answers, which culminated in his life's greatest pain.

Yet now, he laughably places the fear upon others.

"I'd rather manipulate others than let others manipulate my life."

Zhu Qi suddenly spoke, extending a finger to point.

Pfft!

The whole person's soul and memory began to be thoroughly infused.

"You will become me."

"You... will become a similar me, without defects, without a severed foundation stray from the path, but a complete Life Map of me..."

"The me in my prime will try to defeat the Emperor, Minis... and that celestial Dao."

"And the man who controls the Heavenly Dao."

That voice seemed like a mad, obsessive, distorted whisper, intermittently, like a puppy drenched in the rain begging for pity.

"At that time, I will have no regrets, truly an all-out battle at the peak."

In the end, it is merely the unwillingness to fade into obscurity.

He staggered and leaned back on the chair, his gaze piercing the sky, looking at the clouds he once pioneered, as if seeing the Mythical Celestial Emperor era that once flew through those clouds, that initial sun.

Suddenly, from a myriad of eras, opponents appeared before his eyes...

He was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly.

"I don't want to die, but neither do I wish to live in destitution."

With the strong influx of his entire memories and soul, this first-generation Witch Emperor who pioneered a great earliest True God era suddenly dissolved into the entire silent room of the inn.

Thud!

A muffled grunt, leaving only a head rolling on the ground.

"What's happening to me? Why did my head fall off?" The new man seemed bewildered, silently putting on the rolling head as if wearing a crown, crowning himself as king.

"Truly strange, forget it, no need to think about it."

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