CHAPTER 400: CHAPTER 386: WAVES

"I understand. I will take it into consideration."

Immortal Emperor Jicao’s gaze was deep, and he quickly composed himself, "National Preceptor, you may leave."

The National Preceptor nodded, bowed slightly, and left.

Immortal Emperor Jicao was not afraid of the National Preceptor. In terms of combat strength, everyone was stuck at the Divine Level, but his Combat Talent surpassed Minis by several points.

Of course, the other party could break through to the Divine Upper at any time, but that would mean being expelled from the world, only able to remain eternally in Chaos.

Soon after this temporary National Preceptor Minis left, he also shook his head.

He knew clearer than anyone what those three Divine Upper Civilizations were contemplating.

Their positions were inherently lofty, overlooking countless Multi-Dimensional Worlds, traversing the gaps between worlds over endless ages.

In their eyes, the variable of this Immortal Emperor Jicao was like an insignificant ant appearing in the midst of battle, causing them to join forces to accelerate his aging.

The opponent seemed to rule over more than eight thousand worlds within the Crystal Wall? Overlooking an epoch, invincible in the world?

It was nothing more than castles in the air!

They wished to bypass this tedious, battle-affecting variable, kill him quickly, and continue their battle, regaining control over the nodes of each world.

At most, it’s just a halftime break.

Because of this, this change wasn’t too severe for Professor Wales, though he was somewhat speechless about Black Star’s actions. He didn’t get too angry and directly helped clean up the aftermath, issuing a wanted order.

"Sigh."

Minis smiled, shaking his head, walking between towns in the world:

"The battles of high-dimensional existences continue, and the joys and sorrows of the common people in the lower world constantly occur."

The various worlds didn’t stop functioning because of the battles of the Ancient Gods. The rise and fall of dynasties and the changes of eras were all parts of the Ancient Gods’ wars.

There were no geniuses emerging below?

This is impossible!

"Once, I too was Jicao, living in these eras, gazing at the starry sky."

Speaking of which, Minis once desperately desired to become a being like the Ancient Gods, walking amidst the worlds.

He longed to, like the Thunderbolt Ancient God, secretly guide a small world, stir its winds, control their lives, drive the era, and incite wars within the Ancient God’s world...

Once, he gazed at the soaring flames on the World Tree, worshipped Elis of the Thunder Church, and longed for this scene.

But now, having reached this level, and secretly guiding geniuses within various worlds, inciting Ancient God wars, stirring all heavens and the world, it naturally turned out that there was no joy at all.

Clearly, the higher one rises, the happier one should be.

"Humans are truly laughable."

Minis’s somewhat forlorn silhouette faded into the distance, "Don’t you think so, Holy Dragon? We are truly laughable, longing for power when weak, and missing weakness when powerful."

The Fat Dragon who was brought along frowned, speechless: "What use is it bringing me here? I’m not like you. I only ever long for sleep, my heart is pure like the Emperor, untouched by troubles!"

"By the way, can Atabia really be resurrected?" Holy Dragon asked.

"I’ve thought of many ways."

Minis shook his head: "Physical exhaustion, soul fragmentation, only sleep can preserve life. Currently, awakening isn’t impossible, but I can’t awaken completely without damage."

Holy Dragon suddenly understood what Minis meant.

The soul is an incredibly intricate thing. For a being like Atabia, slightest carelessness could ruin that talent.

Only the ancient Century Spirit Grass has a chance to revive him without any harm.

"Do you have confidence?" Holy Dragon asked.

"Taking food from a tiger’s mouth isn’t certain. Once the Immortal Grass emerges somewhere in Chaos, it will definitely stir up a storm. Many things depend on oneself to fight for it." Minis smiled, "I still need to endure."

"Eh?" Suddenly, Holy Dragon seemed to remember something, "You say, does the current you resemble another Nokron?"

"What do you mean?" Minis immediately became displeased.

"Hiding in the hands of the Ancient Gods, plotting within worlds, trying to soar to the sky." Holy Dragon, always bold, speaks without hesitation, "In the end, won’t you end up like Nokron, dying, sleeping in the distant past?"

"You’ll never dream again!"

Minis smacked Fat Dragon’s head, rubbed it, "So young, how can you sleep?"

Holy Dragon: "???"

The two beings gradually drifted apart, crossing the Crystal Wall next door, reaching another world.

...

At this moment, the Prime Minister stood out and said, "Your Majesty, are you really going to go that far?"

Immortal Emperor Jicao raised his hand slightly, looking beyond the Crystal Wall, and smiled bitterly:

"These are the methods of the Ancient Gods. From birth, I lived in a cage, originally having no retreat. Now they use this Celestial Calamity curse, to separate my people and make me a Tyrant, how similar is that to that Emperor of the past?"

As he spoke, in the distance, the rebel forces had already launched an attack.

They invaded the Immortal Palace, where one by one the Celestial Soldiers and Generals rose in rebellion, initiating attacks under the leadership of the various premeditated Vassal Kings!

"Kill the Tyrant!"

"It’s because he defied the Ancient Gods that the people of our world are suffering this retribution!"

"Capture the Tyrant, send him beyond the Crystal Wall, only then can we receive the forgiveness of the Ancient Gods!"

"Indeed, this Celestial Calamity is just a warning, still relatively mild. What about the future? The Tyrant still wants to resist the Ancient Gods! Who knows what more terrifying disasters might befall this world."

...

Now, with the curse of the Ancient Gods, they are taking action merely to purge the Tyrant, and everyone is responding.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll learn from that one."

Jicao suddenly let out a long howl, overlooking the heroes who were besieging them, and said, "In this world, there are no Gods!"

"Nonsense!"

At this moment, a powerful Immortal Dao figure shouted, "You’ve offended the ancient Immortal Gods, yet you’re not quick to meet your end?"

Jicao was silent for a moment.

Reasoning with these single-minded people is futile, they don’t even understand resistance.

This Immortal Dao civilization, how terrifying it is?

Lowering the intelligence of the people entirely so they won’t rebel.

And Jicao himself is originally Immortal Elixir, with innate talent, unable to consume that Life Struggle Pill, thus not being influenced by it.

Jicao suddenly smiled and said, "The Gods outside Chaos are cruel. This is a vicious curse for me, an Earth Human Emperor, turning me into a true Tyrant, forcing me to kill my own citizens... self-slaughter, this is the punishment for defying all beings, and it’s the destiny the Gods have planned for me, an Earth Tyrant wanting to slay the Gods."

This was the words of Atabia back then, history is cyclical.

There’s nothing new under the heavens.

"Tyrant, cease your temptation!" a devout Immortal Dao cultivator came forward and shouted.

These fanatics were already unmoved.

"Indeed, indeed, you’re already unconvincing..." Jicao said softly on the throne, gripping the handle of the Imperial seat tightly with both hands.

"Then there’s no point in more talk." He suddenly smiled slightly on the throne, and a thunderous roar was heard.

"Let’s begin!"

He, along with ministers and confidants who hadn’t consumed Life Struggle Pill and still had dreams of pursuing freedom, cleared the surrounding besieging church armies.

Jicao looked at the saddened other cultivators and said, "Everyone, there’s no need for sorrow, flesh and blood build civilization, compatriots are not our enemies, the enemy is in the higher heavens."

"Start the God-Slaying Plan!"

"The Life Struggle Pill, such a poisonous thing, poisons thoughts from birth, limits the mind! Let’s abolish this pill from today!"

"Immortal Dao is a wicked path!"

In a world akin to the Celestial Country, Jicao high above in the misty clouds reached out his arms towards the Crystal Wall, gently grasped at the void, and grinned:

"The kingdom surges like tides."

"The waves of those who rushed ashore have not yet returned to extinction, new waves have already forged the new Tower of Babel, nurturing beings that roar at the heavens."

Endless white light descended around.

That was a figure who ruled the entire world, embodying the highest wisdom of civilization,

A resounding shout through the entire world seemed to announce something.

The Thorny Celestial Path suddenly transmitted an angry and shocked voice: "Bold! We gave birth to and raised you, and yet you truly want to rebel?"

Meanwhile, in a Crystal Wall with Sylvie and Sylph, two female scientists wearing white lab coats observed the newborn single cells inside the Crystal Wall, suddenly sensed something, turned to look, revealing deep smiles, "Finally, the stage is set..."

In Chaos, three Giant Gods suddenly paused, as if also looking towards a certain center.

The Emperor suddenly continued to stride forward: "Is it finally time to begin, are you going to provoke me, mortal??... Hmm, looking down from one world to another, I’m finally able to say this, not bad."

On the other side, Minis and the Holy Dragon, having left the world, seemingly heard something, Minis showed a nostalgic expression, "The times are surging like tides, one wave after another akin, rising and falling, it’s like he’s returned."