Li Qing silently watched these people, looking so full of fighting spirit, feeling that they had truly become inflated.

If it were Li Qing, he could go fishing again, spend tens of thousands of years in daily cultivation, and not feel bored.

Even the Great Emperor of the Celestial Realm and the Queen Mother of the West beside him looked very pleased, wanting to see what their future selves would be like, wanting to reap the benefits of their future selves for free.

To experience that sudden "whoosh" moment of instant strength must be more comfortable than any thrill.

But Li Qing still had to voice the questioning from his soul: "Traveling to the future is essentially emptying this cosmic fish pond, slowly draining it, and catching the black hand behind it."

"But have you thought about the fact that, five thousand years in the future, there would be another black hand."

Let the strong ones of the native universe, and themselves of five thousand years later, deal with the paradoxical relationship.

The mastermind behind the scenes naturally also had two people.

"Because the moment of crossing fixed that future.... even if we block him now, the fixed future him will still exist."

Li Qing said, "Using the power of time to solve it might lead to enemies appearing in multiple other time points because of the balance in the dark; how do you solve this?"

"Of course, I know it will be this way."

Atabia nodded as if she had long been prepared and replied noncommittally:

"But pulling the other party out and catching him once will let us know his background and identity, and dealing with him five thousand years in the future also has ways to respond, even to find out his hidden identity."

A first kill, then?

Li Qing nodded, agreeing with this tactic.

First, catch him once now to get some intelligence... and in the future, even if the opponent five thousand years later is stronger, they will surely also have gotten stronger, synchronously, together, and they won't lose... but knowing the opponent's identity and background obviously is a gain.

"Then let's execute the plan like this." Nokron agreed.

The opponent's plan to blockade the gate of the Newbie Village right at the beginning, born out of the era of killing by rising, indeed had a true tradition.

Development?

Directly draining the cosmic pond to locate you, the fish.

In the year 8000 of the Solar Calendar, the Four Great Saints announced a terrifying message: The Hourglass of Time would topple the present and travel to the future.

This heavenly, earth-shattering miraculous method left all the ancient gods in the Holy Lands and Great Sects of the heavens terrified.

"This... this is impossible!"

"To go to the future?"

"Is this the Supreme God mastering the power of time?"

"Incredible, simply incredible, an existence mastering the Long River of Time, the universe is not a universe in her eyes, but a brilliant straight line."

"The Time God is supreme in the cosmos, overpowering eras!"

"Speak carefully, do not speak recklessly! Remember disasters come from careless words, the Time God is a force in the dark, while the Material God commands the weather of the universe, and how could such a miracle occur without assistance from other Celestial Venerables?"

The universe was in an uproar, the Ten Thousand Races were shocked, this news had practically overturned the entire cosmic order.

Yet many were extremely excited.

Life is long, the years are profound, how splendid would the future's grand era be?

Five thousand years in the Celestial Realm!

The Ten Thousand Realms on earth were ninety billion years after crossing to the future!

How terrifying?

In their daily struggles, they sought to glimpse the future, getting entangled in mortal tribulations and battling for supremacy to have the chance to survive into the future.

If you don't kill, others will kill you; to survive, one must strive.

And now, crossing to the future was akin to witnessing the mythical landscapes of the future universe for nothing, gaining the great power of the future, and skipping over five thousand years of struggle and striving.

"The future..."

Countless people let out long sighs and sincerely worshiped the Four Great Celestial Venerables.

These four beings were not the greatest evil masterminds of the Ancient Universe, but genuinely sought to expand the universe's future.

They were the true supreme sages leading the era of civilization forward!

Swish.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the universe.

Loads of matter started to flow out through that opening, pouring back in along the Heaven and Earth Net.

The Cosmic Hourglass had begun!

Tiny grains of sand flowed in with space-time.

"Hahaha, my friend, see you in the future!"

"See you in the future!"

"Ridiculous, how could there be a name for you in the future? You would likely die within these five thousand years, killed and dead, you have no future!"

"You, an outdated reject of the old era, cannot even embark on the great ship of the New Cosmos!"

Bold, heroic voices echoed from the Celestial Realm, countless people were excited to witness this era.

Even Aurora, the Moon God on the moon, was deeply moved at this sight.

Too fast, too fast.

Truly worthy of being the Ancient God of Time, traversing countless future possibilities, becoming the rising star of the age, leaving one breathless!

He once thought to rest a bit, but Atabia, that tireless warrior, just couldn't stop.

...

...

And in the shadows.

Within a portion of the All Heavens.

A tall and imposing man exuded an ancient majesty as he walked with great steps in the Corridor of All Heavens, suddenly raising his head with a trace of surprise: "How could this be?"

After his astonishment, his shimmering gaze quickly regained its calm, "I see."

He had calculated against Atabia with a prepared mind against an unobservant one, and now that the other had reacted, anger surged to the skies, intending to kill him thoroughly.

"This move is incredibly powerful, worthy of being a supreme Saint." The man silently closed his eyes.

I can't escape.

This thought slowly emerged in his mind.

The Life Goddess Elis was examining their memories of crossing over, then merging them with their future selves.

With these memory checks, passing one by one, how could he run?

After draining the living beings and matter, he would inevitably have nowhere to hide, exposed to the world.

"However, this is a contest of space-time."

His eyes blazed, facing the enemy's draining of the cosmos and the desperate siege by the Four Great Celestial Venerables, unafraid and unshaken, he still stood with hands behind his back, gazing at the Celestial Vault:

"Now, I will surely die, but my future self should change his face, conscious of the world's siege, would hide away."

"I will no longer regard myself as the Holy Master of this place's Holy Land."

He murmured softly.

The other, like a giant hand, fishing out the goldfish of this cosmic pond, would soon reveal his figure.

Now he would die by his own hand, hiding his identity, his own background, was the best choice.

To avoid the other party grabbing him for information.

As for resistance?

How could there be an opportunity to resist?

He hadn't been in hibernation for long, without much great power, it was absolutely impossible to win.

"But, I won't choose to commit suicide, a rational life is too dull, let's have a fight." He lifted his head, eyes filled with intense battle intent, "To see the gap."

Swish.

The cosmos rapidly emptied, leaving only him conspicuously alone.

"I thought you would be so terrified to commit suicide, to end yourself, and yet you dare stare down the Gods?"

Atabia stepped forward, overlooking the young man, "Boy, you have some guts, to calculate against the Saints of Heaven, the Supreme God mastering the progress and retreat of cosmic time."

"Without such courage, how could I vie to become the greatest in the cosmos?" The man smiled.

Beside them, the Emperor walked slowly, gracefully tossing a five-colored glass dimensional flower which slowly floated down, "The Eye of Dimension has dissected every structure within you, it is clear now, you lack the talent for matter, but you incarnate threefold... possessing the skills of three primary gods, not quite a Renaissance Man, but considered immensely rare in cosmic history."

"You, even surpass Nokron, exceeding every one of the Four Great Celestial Venerables."

Swish.

The speed, eerily slow, was unavoidable.

Swish, a sound.

"Good! Space! Truly the strongest Celestial Venerable known for killing." The towering brave man suddenly shattered, twisted into distortion, his soul dispersed.

In the year 8003 of the Solar Calendar, the universe inverted, crossed to the future, the Space Supreme God Emperor destroyed the mastermind behind the scenes in one move.

The torrent of matter flooded in, the current cosmic era traveled five thousand years into the future.