There is a war in the outside world, and all living beings are devastated. Three thousand demon gods go out into the chaos and attract firepower. This is an unprecedented war.
"The 30 million true god suicide squads have ended... The rest of the war has nothing to do with us, although the dead true gods accumulated the Gate of Truth and were snatched away." Wharton stood on the crystal wall.
Inside, he looked outside and whispered softly.
"There's nothing you can do about it. If you go to heaven, you'll have a narrow escape." Another Wharton said: "Anyway, all the requirements have been fulfilled."
They look like the second generation of Demon Emperors, but they are essentially black gloves, helping the elders. Without background, they cannot send so many earthlings to come here to practice and revive spiritual energy.
Next, it will be your own era, no matter what the outcome is outside.
And the loss of 30 million true gods of the new generation that he took over the era and helped cultivate with hard work is actually nothing in the eyes of Wharton, a second-generation demon emperor. In the mythical era where true gods can already be mass-produced and mature, tens of millions
, what about the number of hundreds of millions?
It's too big here.
A world is the size of the earth, has tens of billions of people, and is as big as the Martial Arts Continent. It is easy to produce tens of thousands of ordinary true gods in one world. There are more than 10,000 heavenly worlds here, which is just a squeeze for this heavenly dynasty.
He is just a talent who has been working for an era.
"I'd rather have a head than a phoenix tail."
Wharton said: "From now on, we will not go out. This era will be ruled by us."
"It's very exciting, isn't it? We rule endless races and thousands of worlds... It's so vast and vast that we probably won't be able to control it for long, and there is a possibility of being overthrown." Another Wharton said, the world is so big, no matter how big it is in the future,
If there are a few limit-breaking geniuses, I will be pulled down.
They were about to discuss it, but now they encountered an incredible change.
Because under the leadership of Aurora, a man with a thumb in his hand appeared in front of them.
"Sir Atabibia, just ask them for any information you want."
Aurora was notified by Minis and Ji Cao and became Atabibia's protector to protect him for this period of time.
The man frowned, "I don't need information, I just need resources. Time is tight... Anyway, Minis has given me most of the core information, covering all the information he can find currently."
Wharton was silent for a moment, his heart shaking.
this!??
Emperor Artabibia.
That insidious guy from Minis actually created this great god?
"Give me a position, a treasure trove of resources. I don't need anyone, I can do it by myself." Artabia said calmly.
"No problem, please, Your Majesty!"
Soon, the two people in Wharton made emergency arrangements and everything was ready.
In a huge treasury of demonic information, countless resources and world specialties are piled here, everything you need is available.
"Do you need manpower?" Wharton couldn't help but ask, and sent a group of earth scientists to follow him, presumably to rub shoulders with the legendary most powerful man in history.
"No need." The man closed the door directly.
The two people looked outside and looked at each other.
There is indeed no problem with history.
Atabibia is a maverick scholar who is completely different from other people. Others need countless assistants and scientists to help and assist, but he likes one person. In his eyes, assistants and scientists are a group of people who only know how to do it.
It’s a burden to ask all kinds of low-level questions.
"Three days, fifteen hundred years, the speed is too slow."
Wharton thought for a while and immediately said: "Today's era has matured. With the cultivation of elixirs, the speed of cultivation is faster than before. It only takes about a thousand years to become a true god, but at least the first unobservable realm of a superior god takes
Ten thousand years, and the second untouchable realm will take another ten thousand years."
Even if there is a way to break through, it would take a normal strong person 25,000 years.
If Atabibia defies heaven and rebuilds it again, can it really be completed in fifteen hundred years?
"Tell me, what race will he choose?" Wharton said.
"Well, first of all, exclude the immortal race. The martial arts race is possible. After all, the skills seem to be very suitable for this person. The possibility of the demon race is very small. If you choose this race, it is the immortal grass that is even more incredible than Ji Cao.
Wouldn’t everyone be jealous? Take the initiative to become Tang Monk’s flesh?”
"It is also very possible that the wizard clan is the origin of Minnis's own clan, the elves."
The two people kept discussing.
"No, he seems to be creating a new race." At this time, Aurora next to him said.
Wharton's expression changed, and he was shocked: "Is this impossible? Fifteen hundred years, it's already very difficult just to practice, but you also have to create a new race??"
The creation of race is a labor of love.
Only by constantly refining the version can we have the foundation of a powerful race in the world.
If you create it casually and roughly, it is better to choose a ready-made mature extraordinary race.
In their eyes, this cultivation speed is not enough, and creating a race is simply too ambitious. Can he catch up with Ji Cao?
Ji Cao is about to be killed outside, and it will soon be clear who will win.
"He seems to be trying to create a race."
Aurora thought for a while, "As for the problem of lack of time... he seems to want to solve it from the perspective of race. Since there is not enough time to practice, wouldn't it be better to just create a race that is a true god at birth?"
Wharton and Wharton were silent.
this...
This is an idea that only elders have.
What are you practicing for?
Just skipping through the cultivation realms in one breath, this race is at the end as soon as it is born.
People are born with perfect three levels of consciousness.
Is the perfect eight-enlightenment true god born here?
This skips five realms.
Is this possible? Is it really possible? Aren't those mechanical armors, in a sense, true gods at birth?
He is a god-based life from the moment he is born!
It is still purely natural, while others are made from carbon-based, iron-based, silicon-based... This is all done in one step.
"He studied a lot of mechanical information."
Aurora stood at the door and said with a heavy face: "Although I don't know much, I know that if this race really succeeds, it will be born sacred and completely change an era."
"At the same time, this race doesn't even have the demigod stage. If you skip it directly, it should be like those mechanical gods that lack the characteristics and distortion of the demigod state."
A prototype of a race soon appeared in Wharton's mind.
A race that is extremely rare in number, a super race that is a god from birth, but cannot deform other species...
Gods?
And soon, they saw a huge and gorgeous Tower of Babel starting to stand on the ground.
They suddenly reacted and exclaimed: "This is not just the God Clan... it is the Titan Clan at the level of the chaotic universe!"
Boom!
They just saw that the giant suddenly moved.
At this moment, Artabibia, the scientist researching in the Tower of Babel, slowly turned his head and looked at a young man with blond hair walking towards him, frowning slightly.
"Don't be afraid, you are born a true god, and god-level mechas have the same purpose. How can you do without these when studying mechanical blueprints?" The man smiled slightly.
"Let me help you."
He stretched out his hand and gently touched Atabia's forehead.
Endless mechanical true god blueprints, various low-level true gods, sky-level ones, god-level ones...the details of dozens of advanced cosmic civilizations flooded into his mind.
"I got this all from selling torches outside when I had nothing to do." The man suddenly spoke and said calmly:
