Wang Mang beca lost in his mories.
He did not know how long ago it was when he was still ensnared in a deep slumber—no, to be precise, it was his physical body that was asleep.
That was when he received a ssage from a remnant thought of his future self.
His future self, at the cost of falling, fought desperately against two eighth-tier Supre Gods.
At the sa ti, he sent his own and the opposing two warriors’ divine Origin to his past self.
Despite being severely damaged, it still transford Wang Mang into soone terrifyingly powerful.
"eighth-tier?"
"Tier 9?"
Looking at the four Creator Gods appearing before him once again, Wang Mang’s eyes remained utterly still.
At this mont, the world as he saw it had undergone earth-shattering changes.
He could directly perceive, manipulate, and make contact with both hypothetical and actual material substances, and likewise, he could consu them to enhance himself.
However, to him at this stage, growing stronger through consumption held no aning.
Looking at the four Creator Gods, Wang Mang thought for a mont.
In an instant, all the constituent materials within the bodies of the four Creator Gods began to disintegrate.
Essentially, they, who had already undergone the transformation into the Great Dao, were composed of a higher order of hypothetical material than actual material substances.
In the human world, this type of hypothetical material is also collectively referred to as a concept.
And Wang Mang, who had consud an excess of eighth-tier Origin forces, had already transcended the so-called eighth-tier at his current Realm.
Perhaps he was the legendary Tier 9 being from the tales.
Under Wang Mang’s indifferent gaze, the four Creator Gods vanished in an instant.
At the sa ti, the river of Ti, sustained by the six supre Great Dao, began to violently collapse.
And Wang Mang, like a spectator, silently watched as countless ti-spaces crumbled before his eyes.
His gaze seed to penetrate through eternity, constantly tracing back towards the Origin of everything.
What he was solely interested in now was to inspect all origins.
At what person, what ti, or perhaps what thing did it all begin?
Suddenly, he felt a sensation of being observed from behind.
With a turn of his head, he saw himself standing amidst the void.
Wang Mang furrowed his brows, and after a mont of calculation, his frown gradually eased.
"So that’s how it is."
With a faint smile, he thought, and the myriad worlds abruptly returned to normal.
The Dao Transforrs of the six supre Great Dao found their new successors.
Gouzi.
Abyssal Skeleton.
Wu Ya.
Wang You.
King Lu.
Mo Nethery.
The six of them beca the Daoists of the six supre Great Dao.
Looking at the six people before him, Wang Mang forced a smile, attempting to engage in conversation with them.
But invariably, after a few forced exchanges, Wang Mang no longer had the interest to continue talking to them.
After bidding the six farewell, Wang Mang began his adventuring life across the myriad worlds.
Watching his departing figure, Mo Nethery said in a daze:
"He gained so much, yet he also lost a lot."
Hearing this, the people around her showed complex expressions on their faces.
...
An indeterminate amount of ti passed, as Ti held no significance for Wang Mang.
During this period, Wang Mang transford into countless personages to experience life.
An office worker who left early and returned late, an old farr facing the loess and turning his back to the heavens, a young hunter muscular and strong...
Finally, one day, Wang Mang felt boredom.
With a casual sweep of his hand, a massive rift abruptly appeared amidst heaven and earth.
"It’s ti to pursue that so-called higher existence."
After leaving these words behind, he completely vanished from this realm.
In countless ancient annals, the deeds of Wang Mang continued to unfold without end.
He remained part of this history, yet He himself had thoroughly departed...
(The end of the book!)
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