Chapter 1137

Chapter 1114 The End of Dharma Era: The Sages Bid Farewell, and This World Enters a Countdown!

While resting, the three wizards, Locke

, Edgar, and the Macedonian Witch, all simultaneously saw a white light in their dreams, within which figures moved about. Locke, Edgar, and the Macedonian Witch looked up and saw that these people were all heroes and great figures from the Creation Lotus World since the ten suns were shot down—generations of emperors and heroes. They all sensed the presence of two Great Emperor-level pseudo-forges and one Universal Truth-level pseudo-forge in this place from the endless void, and thus voluntarily reincarnated. Because of them, the Creation Lotus World has witnessed one heroic drama after another.

Standing before Edgar were the great rulers of various elven kingdoms and empires.

Standing before the Macedonian Witch were the former Rain Queens and Rain Emperors.

Standing before Locke were outstanding free-roaming knights, the greatest master rangers.

Among the rangers, the Rain Emperor of Brahma bowed to Locke, his palms clasped together.

“Finally, I’ve met you, Professor Locke Augustine. Thank you for your care during this time. Please forgive the consequences of my excessive praise of the three great magics. All good things must come to an end, and now we must finally leave this world.”

“If we meet again in another world someday, I hope you will continue to teach me.”

Emperor Brahma bowed to Locke. In the instant he bowed, his figure gradually shattered, signifying that his essence had left the World of Creation Lotus.

“Thank you, Mr. Locke Augustine—”

“Thank you—we are very grateful for the era you have guided us to. Although we have never met you before, we are now on the same path.”

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In the white light and shadow, before leaving, the last great Ranger Master said to Locke, “May the holy path be achieved, and may humanity not perish. I am the first Ranger in this world, but all good things must come to an end. In this world, my substance has been greatly enhanced, but my form is about to reach its end.” “

I hope that in the endless void there will be more people who pursue substance and fewer people who pursue form, then our path will be complete.”

“I have to leave the Ranger system. I have reincarnated 37 times in the Creation Lotus World, trying my best to prolong the prosperity of this world for us, but now, I am powerless. The elves of the Creation Lotus World can no longer see the Great Magic – Tree of Prosperity. Even if the Tree of Prosperity is right in front of them, they can only see other magic.”

“Mr. Locke Augustine, this meeting today is our final farewell. Even if my essence is reborn into another world, it will be a completely new me, without any related memories.”

“Memories, gains, and wealth will all vanish with reincarnation, but the improvement in essence will not disappear. Thank you, Professor Augustine.”

Locke nodded, his eyes full of approval.

These people had never spoken to him before, nor had they ever interacted with him, yet they seemed like long-lost, intimately familiar old friends.

Although they hadn’t worked together for long, they all walked the path of pseudo-forging and minor leather, thus their friendship far surpassed the most sincere friendships in the world.

Locke and they were—comrades-in-arms.

At this moment, the three wizard contestants bid farewell to the various essences in their dreams, signifying that the Creation Lotus World no longer held any attraction for these powerful essences, but its prosperity remained, and this prosperity—would attract other beings from the endless void.

Locke, through his pseudo-forged leather, sensed the tangible entities that were reincarnating into this world from the endless void.

“This prosperous society will attract those who pursue form. It’s so bustling here, and those who pursue form will constantly seek characteristics that make them appear powerful or beautiful. Thus, this prosperous society instantly becomes a place they flock to. This process has been going on for a long time. When the entire civilization is filled with them, those who seek to elevate their substance will no longer want to be reincarnated here.”

“The world will enter its apocalypse, and all laws will begin their decline.

” “Humans will be corrupted. Then, systems, civilizations, ideas—everything will decline.”

At this moment, a leaf fell before Locke’s avatar. The leaf fell, turning into a blur, and then Edgar David appeared before Locke.

“There’s no need to be so pessimistic. Although the truly excellent will no longer be reborn into the Creation Lotus World, and people’s hearts have become corrupt, I believe that the system itself can maintain positive hearts. If people’s hearts are corrupted, then the system should be used to try to maintain them.

I have already made arrangements for today. My All Things Return to the Tree system has been updated, and I have promulgated the [Imperial Law] to manage people’s hearts.”

The Macedonian witch appeared here, and rain fell at the same time. “Just a paperhanger, nothing more.”

“My friends, the end of the world has arrived. Mortals are still unaware, immersed in the illusion of a prosperous era. I must begin my operation.”

Edgar looked warily at the Macedonian witch, for her previous actions had shown that once the end of the world began, she would immediately attack him without hesitation, attempting to seize the resources stored within the Tree of All Things.

At this moment, the dimensional principles of the Creation Lotus World began to shatter continuously, with one after another representing the decline of dimensional principles appearing. These dimensional principles permeated the heavens and earth, seeping into the immense magic of the group, and an inexplicable sorrow filled the entire world.

Mortals might not have noticed anything amiss, but these elven mortals suddenly felt that the once warm sunlight seemed no longer gentle, the rain that nourished the earth seemed to have become icy cold, and the gentle breeze had turned into a gale.

At the same time, the declining dimensional principles continued to invade the wizards’ dimensional principles.

Many rivers in the Milky Way began to dry up, and many trees began to wither at the roots. Many ancient trees began to bear beautiful-looking fruit, but any elf who consumed it would be instantly poisoned. The golden leaves of the Great Magic Tree of Prosperity withered one by one.

The three individuals, whose Great Magic was advanced enough and already pseudo-forged, fared somewhat better.

The most affected were Patrick and Ramses. They had not yet become Moon Ring Wizards, so the End of Magic directly invaded their Great Magic, causing it to show signs of collapse and decay everywhere. Their magical pressure was constantly decreasing.

The entire world seemed to have fallen into an eternal shadow, a place of biting cold, where each day would grow colder, with no return to the warmth of spring. In

the Rain Swamp, above the Despair Valley Laboratory, the laboratory door suddenly opened. The dominant species of the Bitter Love Tree, the Bitter Wood, projected a memory space into the sky. This memory space appeared and expanded continuously, and a sorrowful atmosphere of universal grief enveloped all the wizards present.

Many wizards panicked, thinking the End of Dharma Era within the Creation Lotus World was rushing towards them.

However, seeing several third-ring wizards sitting calmly, they realized it was merely a portion of the End of Dharma Era’s aura seeping in through the Bitter Wood. In reality, the End of Dharma Era wouldn’t truly affect the wizarding world. Nevertheless, all three thousand second-ring and above wizards simultaneously experienced a sensation akin to the Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials. The various dimensional principles of the End of Dharma Era seemed to be converging with their ultimate magic, causing its power to weaken and its magical pressure to become extremely unstable.

These second-ring wizards began donning protective magical artifacts, magical rings, or consuming potions to prevent their bodies or souls from being truly affected by these dimensional principles of the End of Dharma Era.

One of the Star Ring Wizards sighed, “We’re just sitting here watching the match, and we’ve already felt the deplorable nature of those dimensional laws. Our ultimate magic is affected out of nowhere, and spell models are constantly malfunctioning. What about those

wizards who have already unleashed their ultimate magic in that world? Even if they become Grand Wizards of the Moon Ring, their ultimate magic has been directly mixed into the dimensional laws of the End Times, hasn’t it?”

Another Star Ring Wizard, a lower-ranked high-level wizarding instructor, said in a low voice, “How terrifying. It’s as if we’re all being dragged into the abyss, falling into hell—no, even more terrifying than that. At least the abyss and hell are complete worlds, but that Primordial Lotus World is like a world filled with decay. Everything is decaying, the dimensional laws are decaying, ultimate magic is decaying. The air there has become foul, the land no longer sustains people, and before all this gets worse, people’s hearts have already become corrupted.” “…”

A senior wizarding instructor from the Mind School of Sociology, ranked seventy-ninth in the Rainswamp Wizarding Academy, and the wizarding representative for this event, spoke as a Star Ring Wizard: “I have long tracked the social relationships of many plane apocalypses. I’ve found that before the internal apocalypse occurs, the hearts of the people in that society are often corrupted. The entire society regards deception as wisdom, robbery as strength, and shamelessness as pragmatism.

I had some suspicions before that this wasn’t a coincidence, because similar situations have occurred in too many apocalyptic examples I’ve collected. Today’s competition has given me the best evidence. A world in its end times is extremely dangerous for Star Ring Wizards like us and my students, so I could only consult literature or indirectly collect evidence before. However, today’s competition has given me a direct opportunity to observe the entire apocalypse—”

“This is still a medium-to-large-scale world.”

“And so many wizards’ ultimate magic—”

This wizard from Hearthorn Dragon Garden had already brought his family and a large group of students, crammed together. Therefore, he kept urging his students to record the competition using the True Sight Crystal, even wishing he could personally enter the Creation Lotus World—of course, that was just his own boasting. He dared not.

Entering a special world that was entering its apocalypse was practically suicide.

No matter how powerful a wizard was, if they stayed inside for too long, their bodies would intersect with the principles of those apocalyptic planes, and thus, they too would enter a state of “decline.”

Some wizards were afraid because the principles of decline surrounding them were too real, as if they weren’t just emanating energy, but directly entering their ultimate magic as principles of the plane. Therefore, these wizards became extremely panicked.

However, at this moment, Headmaster Faust spoke up: “You don’t need to worry. Really, don’t let outsiders look down on the wizards of Rain Swamp.”

“There are over three thousand Great Magic spells present, and each one is no ordinary spell; their masters are mostly high-level wizarding instructors. Even without doing anything, these three thousand Great Magic spells could forcibly pull a medium-to-large-scale world heading towards its apocalypse back from its doom. It’s just that the maximum number of wizards who can participate in this creation problem is 20, so this method isn’t feasible.”

Dean John turned and waved to the many worried wizards, smiling as he said, “Everyone, don’t worry.

Having a certain number of Great Magic spells is the best tool to solve the apocalypse. Besides, this is just a lingering aura of doom. You don’t need to worry.”

With that, the wizards quieted down.

On the judges’ panel, the judges watched the competition intently, knowing that they were now entering the truly crucial stage.

How would the wizard contestants solve the doomsday problem?

What answers would they give?

Would they surprise the judges?

The Sea Queen, however, stared at the illusion screen and yawned.

“There are so many worlds in the endless void, newly born and destroyed every day. Isn’t world destruction commonplace? Only a bored being like a wizard would keep researching a world that should have been destroyed countless years ago.” The

Death Witch Doctor had already given up.

“Your Throne, if you were one of those wizards, how would you solve the problem of the destruction of the Creation Lotus World?”

The Sea Queen said, “That’s simple enough. I can use potion-making to reconstruct the earth, water, fire, and wind of that world, treating the entire world as a potion. I once healed a celestial deity named Mountain Guest; healing a celestial deity is the same as healing the world itself. However, this requires at least a level close to a fourth-circle potion master, otherwise it’s difficult to handle such complex spiritual transformations.”

“If we could obtain the celestial deity’s treasure from that world, the requirements could be reduced,”

the Death Witch Doctor nodded. “As expected of Your Majesty, my potion-making skills are far inferior to yours. My potions can only heal people, while your potions can heal the world.”

At the same time, the witches Ava and Jinx were also watching the match, their hearts filled with anxiety. They were waiting for the communication record between the Blood Dragon Throne Association President and the mysterious caller, hoping that things might take a turn for the better.

In the world of the Primordial Lotus, Master Tumishan, with his immense power, gradually conquered the entire land over ten years. However, even with the combined strength of the land, unlike the previous earthly emperors who could launch counterattacks against the Heavenly Realm, he encountered a devastating blow from the Heavenly Realm. He also discovered that the Rain Realm itself was in chaos and embroiled in internal strife, thus halting his plans to attack the Heavenly Realm.

For the first time in over four thousand years, the Milky Way dried up, many tributaries parched, but the main river still held sufficient water, with stars rising and falling within its flow.

On the ground, Tumishan summoned four Trees of Prosperity in the capital. These four Trees appeared on his brow, navel, chest, and top of his head. This was a method he devised after researching ancient history and reading all the books in the world, utilizing the power of the four Trees of Prosperity. With the blessing of these four Trees of Prosperity, he gained supreme divine power.

He sat in the capital, watching his legions transport the two hundred-plus captured kings into golden prison carts, and laughed heartily.

The prisoners, heads bowed, dared not look him in the eye.

At that moment, one of the prisoners begged for mercy, hoping Emperor Domitian would spare their lives; they would obediently relinquish their thrones.

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level 20 old elf following the Imperial Priest path seized the opportunity to proclaim loudly: “Emperor Domitan, no one has ever conquered so many territories and won the hearts of so many as you. Even the combined achievements of Emperor Brahma and Emperor Eddga seem to fall short of one percent of yours. You have conquered so many territories, captured over two hundred kings, received the favor of the four Trees of Prosperity, the power of the three Heavenly Rivers, and the blessings of the eleven Trees of Perfection.

You have read extensively, studied ancient texts, created new laws, and unified over one hundred power systems.

Great Emperor Domitan, your achievements have reached an unbelievable level.”

“Great Emperor Domitian, no one can stand against you, for you are civilization itself. To offend you is to offend civilization, and without your empire, where is civilization? Where can it find refuge?” Emperor

Domitian raised his right hand. “My achievements are witnessed by all; there’s no need for you, priest, to proclaim them. Kill all two hundred old kings! The new era has no place for them.”

Instantly, a massacre began.

Cold-blooded imperial soldiers entered the hall, spears in hand, plunging them into the prison carts, brutally murdering all two hundred-plus kings. But the surrounding spectators showed no fear; instead, they screamed with excitement at the sight of the prisoners bleeding and dying, as if watching a spectacle.

One citizen, unable to contain himself any longer, picked up a spear and rushed forward, plunging it into the prison cart. He laughed heartily at the prisoner’s frantic attempts to dodge, while other spectators applauded. This

continued until the last prisoner died.

Emperor Domitian announced, “To satisfy the aesthetic tastes and desires of the people of our capital, I have decided to construct a colossal spectacle—a massive arena. I will throw those who still sparsely resist me in the surrounding areas into it, letting them fight against the most powerful magical creatures, and allowing you all to witness those magical creatures tearing open their bellies and ripping out their intestines.”

The people, far from being afraid, erupted in excited jubilation.

In this era, even eating elves seemed commonplace, let alone something like this. The audience was instead excited about the grand future gladiatorial contest.

Emperor Domitian then announced one last piece of good news.

“Gentlemen,” he said, pointing to the enormous Tree of Prosperity standing within his capital. “I have gathered all the power systems and finally compiled the oldest Tree of Prosperity—the true Tree of Prosperity.”

This Tree of Prosperity was cultivated by him personally, drawing upon the power of the world’s rangers, the cultivation methods of the four ancient Trees of Prosperity, and historical records of the true Tree of Prosperity.

Emperor Domitian said, “This is the true Tree of Prosperity. Its lightning will constantly cleave your flesh, punishing anyone who disobeys the Empire. This Tree of Prosperity also demands that you change at any time, immediately, constantly modify and alter yourselves. This is the greatest achievement I have brought to this world.”

The magnificent Tree of Prosperity was so grand that the audience felt a sudden sense of awe.

It was truly awe-inspiring.

Emperor Domitian continued, “I consulted ancient texts to cultivate this original, true Tree of Prosperity. I hope that all of you will abide by the discipline set by my Tree of Prosperity and connect with it. The chaotic era ended with the establishment of my unique Empire. My friends, you can no longer act as recklessly as before. Anyone who violates my Tree of Prosperity will be killed by its lightning. My Tree of Prosperity also requires you to enter the academy to learn beautiful rhetoric and to write the most beautiful characters.” “

You will master the art of writing and eloquence. You will be able to write the most beautiful articles and record, play, and recite the most exquisite musical scores. Those who fail to do so will be struck down by lightning from my Tree of Prosperity, destroying their bodies.”

“Elves who also violate my laws will suffer the same fate. I believe that with my Tree of Prosperity, our empire will constantly change, and your current wretchedness will soon disappear. Our empire will become better and better.”

“With my Tree of Prosperity,” everything will become better. You will be courteous, you will wear the finest clothes, and you will learn the most perfect etiquette. Even when you drink a beverage, you will use the most elegant posture. You will also know all the knowledge in this world, obtain the various degrees from our academy, and you will receive the beauty I share. You can begin to cheer! A most beautiful era has arrived!”

The people of the empire gradually became serious, but some still led the applause, and then all the elves in the hall applauded continuously.

The band seized the opportunity to play and sing, and the priests immediately began to applaud. Domitian the Great was the greatest emperor of all time, the most powerful elf of all time.

Suddenly, an elf rushed out from the crowd, his eyes bloodshot, wielding a dagger, and charged at Domitian.

“You damned scoundrel, you killed my king! I will kill you!”

The next moment, a bolt of lightning struck the “Tree of Prosperity,” creating a massive electric current between the man and the tree, instantly turning them both into charred remains.

After a brief moment of astonishment and silence, the elves applauded again and began to boast of Domitian’s achievements.

Two hundred and fifty years after the apocalypse, Emperor Domitian was old and frail, unable to handle state affairs for countless days.

His eyesight was failing, but he still managed the affairs of the world through his henchmen in the capital. On this particular day, on a whim, he ordered his attendants to bring out his rusty chariot. With the help of thirty attendants, he laboriously climbed into the chariot using his aged body. Sitting on the chariot, just as he had in his youth, two hundred musicians began to play, a procession of impeccably dressed soldiers led the way, and behind him followed thousands of elite imperial elves.

A grand national parade began.

—Inside

the carriage, Emperor Domitian coughed, leaning back as he pondered what this wonderful world would be like.

He hadn’t left the capital for countless years, relying solely on reports from his ministers.

The imperial carriage passed through a region said to be the most prosperous city in the empire, the first city founded by Emperor Edgar, and the first city in the world. He opened the carriage curtain, eager to witness the ancient city’s prosperity and savor his pride as its master. But the next moment, his pupils constricted sharply. He saw ruins and a village of people living among them. This city

, which should have had tens of millions of elves and been one of the most prosperous in the world, now appeared to have fewer than a hundred elves remaining.

At this moment, the elves saw Emperor Domitian kneeling on the ground, his hands and feet prostrating himself in submission. They knelt not only physically, but also spiritually; their eyes were filled with obsequiousness and dependence on Domitian, as if they could not survive without him and the empire. They were the empire’s obedient subjects, considering themselves its most valuable asset. Emperor

Domitian immediately coughed and ordered the caravan to continue. He then passed through city after city, only to be horrified to find that these cities no longer existed. The populations had dwindled, the cities had become villages, and the elves lived amidst the ruins, barely clothed, with few even possessing clothing.

Furthermore, between the cities lay either barren wastelands or forests overgrown with poisonous weeds.

Emperor Domitian could not believe it. The empire he had dreamed of for centuries, the one he had become the most powerful emperor in the world—this was the end.

His carriage passed by an imperial governor’s mansion. The governor of the western empire led the entire city out to greet him, prostrating themselves on the ground. Among them were few and far between, let alone level 10 or higher elf professionals; even level 3 elves were rare.

Emperor Tumitshan looked at them in utter terror. These governors, their armies, and their families were impeccably dressed, exuding elegance and refinement, their very being radiating a sense of superiority. Yet, they lay prostrate on the ground like lapdogs, yearning for their master’s praise, their eyes fixed expectantly on Emperor Tumitshan.

Emperor Tumitshan, dragging his aged body, walked barefoot to the ground, his attendants quickly following behind.

“Where are they? Where are they?”

His attendants, soldiers, and servants all followed him in terror.

Emperor Tumitshan stepped directly onto the ground barefoot, saying, “Where are they? Where are they? Why is there no one here?”

The level 10 elf dragon knight supporting him looked at Emperor Tumitshan with a mixture of bewilderment, grievance, and an ever-present fawning gaze.

“Your Majesty, I’m right beside you!

“

Emperor Domitian looked around in panic and confusion, as if searching for something.

“Where is everyone? Where are they? Where have all the people in my empire gone?”

Wherever he ran, the elves would rush from their homes, looking at the emperor with adoring and fawning eyes, kneeling before him like children awaiting his praise.

Seeing the looks in their eyes, Emperor Domitian felt himself going mad. “Where are they? Where are the people here?”

He shook off his guards and began to run forward; he had to find them.

His guards, servants, and soldiers followed frantically behind him, shouting in a fawning tone, hoping for a response from the emperor, “Your Majesty, we are right behind you! We are right behind you!”

His personal guard, very worried about Emperor Domitian’s health, quickly caught up with him, saying in a fawning tone, hoping for praise, “Your Majesty, I am here. The person you are looking for is here.”

He helped Domitian up, but Domitian flung his hand away and then angrily rebuked him, “Nonsense! Who do you think you are? You are just a dog I keep. How can a dog be considered a person? Can a dog live without a person? No. Only a person can live without another person. A person can exist independently and live well. I ask you, where are the people in my empire?”

The guard looked terrified, trembling, but without a trace of doubt. Instead, he prostrated himself on the ground, hoping this would appease Emperor Domitian.

“Your Majesty, didn’t you say I was a good dog? You praised me, saying I was a very capable dog, able to work for you. You even wanted all the elves in the capital to learn from me.”

Emperor Domitian roared, “You’re just a dog! I was insulting you, but you didn’t realize it, thinking I was just praising you. Where are the people I wanted? Where are the people of my empire? I can’t see anyone in my empire! Are there no people left in my empire?”

“People! Where have you all gone? I look around the empire and all I see are dogs, eagles, sheep, and cows—where are my people? Where have they all gone?!”

Emperor Domitian was going mad.

He had created his own “Tree of Prosperity,” established new laws, and constantly changed the empire, altering policies every year. This wasn’t the result he wanted. Shouldn’t the world be filled with happy people, who would then thank his hounds for their work, for bringing beauty and happiness to the world?

The angrier Domitian became, the more terrified the subjugated elves knelt.

Domitian pointed at them and roared, “Humans can stand up, walk on two legs, straighten their spines, and correct what is wrong. They can help or agree with what is right. How can you be considered human? You are merely my henchmen. Have I become the king of henchmen? Am I the most failed emperor in history?

No—”

Domitian ordered the elves to stay where they were. He ran madly into the distance, searching for people. He kept running, and because he kept issuing orders, no one chased him. They simply knelt in the areas he passed, waiting for his command to stand up again, eagerly anticipating his praise.

Emperor Domitian ran across the land, and he was astonished to find that most of the land was now barren. Fields were uncultivated, overgrown with weeds and pests, rivers were dried up, magical creatures were scarce, and the once sacred and tranquil forests had become incredibly ferocious.

Emperor Domitian ran until he lost track of time, oblivious to the passage of days and months. He didn’t know how long he had been running, only that wherever he went, people knelt, fawningly awaiting his praise. They seemed unable to stand on their own two feet, looking at Emperor Domitian as if he were their own father, while they themselves, like children not yet seven, craved their parents’ praise.

Each of these people could write the most beautiful essays, play the most beautiful melodies, and recite the words of all the famous figures of the past, except for their own words. Each of them possessed enviable experiences, for they were constantly driven by the “Tree of Prosperity. “

Emperor Domitian, exhausted and coughing up blood, saw a young man in a wizard’s robe, hands behind his back, facing away from him.

“Domitian, you don’t need to run anymore. Consider it pity. I can tell you, at this moment, there is no one in your empire who can meet your demands.” The world, including yourself, is not satisfied with this demand. “This world is already heading towards destruction. People have already left this place. Those elves who still yearn for the past glory of this place, those elves who are still reincarnated here, cannot satisfy your demands.”

Emperor Domitian looked at Locke in horror.

“Who are you?”

“But I have already built my own Tree of Prosperity. I make the people of the whole world constantly change. I change every day—”

Locke’s avatar shook his head.

“Change is merely a process; the ultimate goal is to better seek truth. If one changes without the aim of seeking truth, it is meaningless. The core of the Small Revolution lies not in change, but in the pursuit of truth. Change is necessary to seek truth, and sufficient wisdom is required to continuously pursue truth. Therefore, the pursuit of wisdom is, to some extent, the pursuit of truth. Without sufficient wisdom, the Small Revolution cannot proceed. You and others have overstepped my bounds, and I sincerely hoped you could forge your own paths. But now it seems that none of you have forged your own paths; instead, you have become ambiguous.”

“People despise ambiguous people because they fear that confusing foxtail grass with rice will affect next year’s harvest. Tumishan, you should practice more before coming here. Your understanding and wisdom are not worthy of the Small Revolution, much less worthy of guiding others in it. Your guidance only makes it easier for others to go astray; you are that kind of ambiguous person.”

Emperor Tumishan retreated in fear. “Then what constitutes the wisdom to pursue Lesser Revolution, and what constitutes reaching a level worthy of pursuit?”

Locke asked, his back to him. “I foresaw the end times a thousand years ago. Can you predict what will happen a month from now? But that’s just pursuing the form. If someone could truly initiate Lesser Revolution, they wouldn’t ask you such a question. My answer is merely a convenient way for you to understand.”

The next moment, Emperor Domitian died.

Only on his deathbed did he realize he was the most ridiculous emperor in history.

His entire life had been spent disrupting the righteous law.

However, he… He showed some remorse before his death.

Locke looked up at the sky and saw the battle between Macedon and Edgar raging once more. Their fight had been going on intermittently for two hundred years, with no sign of stopping. Their conflict was accelerating the approaching apocalypse, and the world was already on the verge of death.

In the sky, Edgar’s true form sat in the unfinished ark he had built by cutting down ancient trees. He had just climbed out of the ark’s frame and poked his head out when he saw the Macedonian witch, the leader of the Rain Witches, attacking him with a large rain cloud.

“This is a Moon Ring-level magical plant—”

“Has she already cultivated the Heavenly Garlic Cabbage into a Moon Ring-level variety?”

Edgar gritted his teeth, fearing the ark would be destroyed, so he quickly left the ark and headed towards the lotus leaves of the Creation Lotus.

The Macedonian witch chased after him. “Edgar, two hundred years ago you could still fight me, a hundred years ago you could only run away from me. Now, even running away is unlikely. Edgar, now hand over your Tree of All Things to me.

I must complete my three plans as soon as possible.”

The Macedonian witch held the Celestial Jade Cabbage, a Moon Ring-level magical cabbage she had cultivated using the world’s existing magical plant resources through hybridization and rainwater cultivation.

At this moment, the leaves of this Celestial Jade Cabbage combined to form a cabbage sword, chasing after Edgar.

Edgar gritted his teeth. “If I hadn’t devoted all my energy to building the Ark of Salvation all these years, she wouldn’t be in this state. If I could use the Ark of Salvation to attack her—”

The Ark embodies the culmination of over 1200 years of his creation of the Azure Lotus World, and gathers 99% of the resources of the Tree of All Things Returning to Its Source. This has weakened both him and the Tree of All Things Returning to Its Source. In other words, the Ark of Salvation is now the true form of the Tree of All Things Returning to Its Source; the Perfect Tree was originally transplanted into the hull. The Ark of Salvation itself can be seen as a complex and enormous tree-man composed of thousands of ancient tree-men; it is itself a gigantic tree-man.

But if I were to mobilize the Ark’s resources, my plan would be ruined.

Edgar gritted his teeth and pondered, turning back to Macedonia, his eyes filled with rage. “Damn it, if I mobilize the Ark, I could probably kill her. But what about my plan?”

“Right now, I can only escape, and the Ark needs resources. In this age of declining magic, all magic is in decline, and resources are insufficient.

I also need to activate the spies I’ve cultivated in the Rain Realm, blow up the Rain Realm, and obtain its resources.”

At the same time, the Macedonian witch who was hunting Edgar was also burning with rage.

He had planted too many spies in the Rain Realm and tampered with it in many ways; even I couldn’t modify the spell models in many places. I must kill him today, or I’ll be finished in this game. Today, I will settle this once and for all.”

The Macedonian witch chanted a spell, and with a wave of her hand, a curtain of rain enveloped her and Edgar.

Rain of the World!

“Edgar, this time I will absolutely not let you go.”

The magical pressure of the Macedonian witch and Edgar collided, and the entire sky of the world wailed.

At this moment, the audience in the Rainswamp shouted, “Lady Macedon and Mr. Edgar are finally going to have their final battle! They have no way to avoid it anymore. This time, it seems different from previous conflicts. There will definitely be a loser, and there will definitely be a winner. The winner will take everything from the loser. I wonder who will lose and who will win.”

“Hmm? Why is Mr. Locke Augustine’s avatar heading towards the Rain Realm? Could it be that he’s joined forces with Edgar?”

Before entering the Rain Realm, Locke drank a bottle of ordinary second-circle transformation potion he had casually concocted, transforming himself into the appearance of an ordinary elf and blending into the Rain Realm’s ranks.

Locke looked at the Rain Realm entrance, the [West Rain Gate], and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

“A thousand years of planning, all for this day. If I really want to solve the creation mystery, I can’t let the Macedonian witch and Edgar get caught up in a fight.

“