"Are you seeking death?" Elis frowned, feeling somewhat puzzled, "What is this for?"

In Elis's eyes, this person was captured too easily, as if it was intentional.

In the early stages, he performed all sorts of divine operations, remarkable moves, but later suddenly seemed under a Dumbing Aura, as if someone else took his place.

"Because you all are too powerful."

Eliminate Traces suddenly calmed down, "I once thought I was the protagonist of the era, possessing talents surpassing yours, destined to overthrow everything. I calculated against the Saint of Time, and returning here is the proof."

"But after a few calculations, I quickly realized you are too colossal, rooted in the cosmos, a massive entity that I can't rally future geniuses against. A few schemes, forbidden texts, have blocked me entirely; it's impossible for me to win."

He was like a novice university student, naively thinking he was the protagonist, only to have his sharpness dulled by society and realize he couldn't alter such a daunting fate.

His little talent was utterly worthless.

A single forbidden text blocked the doors to cultivation for all of them!

How desperate.

How helpless.

If no one cultivates the Time Basic Technique in the future, gradually losing the ability of the Past, wouldn't it become harder to restrain the Time God's travels?

Moreover, if there were no practitioners of the other three Dharma Methods within the Divine Forbidden Area, how could resistance be possible?

He pondered in meditation for three whole years, finding no way to win.

The enemy was too terrifying, and his youthful vigor turned into the exhaustion of middle age.

It wasn't something that wisdom could win; his chance of defeating those four cosmic monsters was 0%.

"Then, I discovered something." Eliminate Traces suddenly said.

??

Elis gazed at him.

"What did you discover?" Elis inexplicably felt tense because this man was too calm.

Logically speaking.

A person who had lost a battle and been beaten into losing all will wouldn't display such peace, such an enlightened demeanor.

"I realized I am not the protagonist."

He revealed a bitter smile unique to middle-aged individuals, his back hunching over:

"The initiation of a civilization isn't achieved overnight. I can't see the future because I was too arrogant, thinking I could walk all paths alone."

"Yet a true era is often forged through successive sacrifices, built upon heaps of bones, and I'm merely a stepping stone for later heroes, paving the way for them."

"I once naively thought, possessing three major talents, that I was the destined protagonist, but in reality, fate endowed me with these talents only as a precursor, a martyr for those to come."

"Fate gave you this talent, time, space, life, for paving the way, for martyrdom?" Elis frowned, utterly unable to comprehend.

"In history, there are no coincidences; everything in the world has its destined number, and my fate is among them," Eliminate Traces said softly:

"Human energy is finite. Having learned the three introductory methods, perhaps my limited energy never qualified for reaching the peak. This power wasn't meant to surpass you but to help the world pass down these three methods."

"I'm merely a pathfinder."

The man's face showed a martyr-like pure smile, "From that moment on, I completely understood. The destiny of my life is to leave three major elementary manuscripts across the cosmos, planting seeds to open the forbidden domain for those who come after."

"Allowing knowledge not to be shunned by saints, letting everyone in the world have access to learning, granting endless possibilities to the world's mortals once more."

Eliminate Traces looked up at the constantly burning sun, "Ah, in this history, I am merely a gardener, responsible for planting hope for the mortals of the future."

Elis finally understood what he had realized.

There are no coincidences in history.

He understood that an era isn't a stage for one person, and he himself isn't the protagonist. The era is changed by one protagonist after another, not a journey one person can complete alone.

"You knew you couldn't defeat us; there's no need to send yourself to death, to write those manuscripts," Elis suddenly remarked.

Eliminate Traces looked curiously at Elis, "Would you hide?"

Elis parted her lips, then fell silent.

Indeed.

She wouldn't hide either. She would choose to laugh boldly and fight, biting off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

This person before her had a familiar scent, just like her, a madman intent on martyrdom, willing to be a moth drawn to the flame for his ideals.

He was able to plan, to time travel, proving he was a madman.

He had reached the limit of his realm, could no longer cultivate or break through, and had come to the end of his life.

He was like Minis, Atabia, and others of the past, all longing for the next realm, yearning for greater possibilities, more splendid vistas.

Thus, everyone was competing for the High-tier Dao, and they were destined to be enemies.

He could hide, not spread the manuscripts, lead a life of depression which, to him, was no different than death.

Better to plant hope and let the successors compete for it.

"Since this is the fate I anticipate, why should I go against it?" Eliminate Traces suddenly laughed, quoting someone's words.

Elis suddenly fell silent.

"Those afraid of dying can never become pioneers; it's not just me wishing to break through realms; others in this era also wish to do so, while you desire to monopolize the realms, to prevent us."

"But can you truly hold back the masses?"

"In this world, there is no war without blood. I pass down the three Dharma Methods, breaking the saint's taboos, igniting the first torch in the darkness, those manuscripts as the initial beam of light."

His expression gradually turned peaceful, as he stood before a section of the world, looking through a glass window at students engaged in enthusiastic learning inside the classroom.

"Those children, brimming with vitality."

Elis remained silent, following his gaze.

The man smiled, "Do you know what I was doing that day? I was teaching. The moment those books turned into forbidden texts, the moment those children held them with a look of loss, I understood the meaning of my existence in this era."

With gentle eyes, he looked at the children reciting the texts.

"I said farewell to the children, left the other teachers, and went alone to write, recite knowledge silently, leaving behind manuscripts for reading, every one that counted."

"Knowledge has no boundaries; everyone is entitled to learn."

His gaze turned icy cold as he suddenly looked towards the Life Goddess Elis with apparent anger burning, "Saints burned books and annihilated Tao, burned poetry and books, buried cultivators, destroyed all schools of thought, to deceive the masses... so now, I open that Forbidden Gate for the people, passing down manuscripts across the lands, leaving them for those destined. "

"Only then does the future have a future."