Cosmic Professional Gladiator

Chapter 807 - 807 The Origin of Everything (Finale) (3/9)

Numerous creatures, such as the dean and his companions, along with the mighty Feather Fire Lord, Lord Louye, and other formidable beings from the third realm, had already perished. Xu Jingming, however, had brought them back to life, breathing new vitality into their existence.

In the regular expanse of infinite spacetime, the third-realm powerhouses often traverse through time and space. They congregate, engage in trade, and wage wars, causing a multitude of encounters, Xu Jingming pondered. But in this independent spacetime, I have concealed a portion of Feather Fire Lord’s, Master of Antinight’s, and others’ memories, making them believe… that traversing through spacetime is a formidable feat. Subconsciously, they are disinclined to depart from this particular spacetime.

Such was the power wielded by an Ultimate entity—to silently alter the subconsciousness of third-realm powerhouses. Apart from Connoisseur, the original 34 third-realm powerhouses in this independent spacetime had never contemplated leaving this realm.

They retained memories of the Spacetime Arena, but those memories belonged to the past.

The inception of this independent spacetime’s timeline… occurred when Earth intersected with the virtual world! In that instant, countless beings across myriad dominions were reborn, and numerous third-realm powerhouses were revived! With the exception of Feather Fire Lord, who perceived something amiss, the other third-realm powerhouses remained oblivious to their resurgence.

I spent an Abyssal Era alongside my family. After all, Grandpa is merely an ordinary third-realm individual, so he slumbered for a mere 100,000 years before regaining consciousness, Xu Jingming ruminated.

To him, an Abyssal Era was akin to a short nap. However, for a third-realm powerhouse, experiencing another life within an Abyssal Era had a profound impact. Thus, his grandfather awakened only after a lapse of 100,000 years.

Oh, how marvelous it would be if the rest of my family could ascend to the third realm like Grandpa! Xu Jingming sighed inwardly. In reality, he had attempted various methods, but among his kin, only his grandfather’s mind had attained the third realm.

Once their minds reached that level, they could transition from being pseudo-third-realm powerhouses to true ones.

As an Ultimate entity, Xu Jingming had nurtured his family and the human race. Thus far, he had fostered merely three third-realm powerhouses. One was his grandfather, and the remaining two were exceptional individuals among humans.

Clearly, even an Ultimate entity couldn’t easily cultivate true third-realm powerhouses.

As time progresses within this independent spacetime, the third-realm powerhouses will gradually grow, yet they might begin to sense that something is awry. Xu Jingming smiled. Therefore, I arranged for Overlord Feuilla to oversee and eliminate any destabilizing factors. Among the 34 revived third-realm powerhouses, Feather Fire Lord possesses the keenest awareness. He has long sensed that he had once perished.

Feather Fire Lord, you have failed twice in your pursuit of the Ultimate realm. It was I who resurrected you! I hoped that by suppressing your past memories, you would relinquish your deathwish. Given your current progress, you have no chance of reaching the Ultimate realm. Xu Jingming shook his head.

As an Ultimate existence, Xu Jingming was well aware of the immense challenges that lay on the path to the Ultimate realm. Feather Fire Lord’s progress paled in comparison to that of an Ultimate existence.

Yet, Xu Jingming held a special fondness for Feather Fire Lord, owing to a debt he had incurred when he was a high-dimensional lifeform. Hence, every time Feather Fire Lord met his demise, Xu Jingming would revive him.

Once he established an independent spacetime, Xu Jingming resurrected Feather Fire Lord and sent him into it. When his family’s training and subsequent recollection of their memories were complete, Feather Fire Lord would also regain his own memories.

There were very few beings in the boundless expanse of spacetime that Xu Jingming favored, and Feather Fire Lord happened to be one of them.

Gazing upon the independent spacetime, Xu Jingming could see the entirety of what had unfolded during the Abyssal Era at a glance. In this particular era, five third-realm beings inadvertently crossed into the independent spacetime. However, upon realizing that it belonged to me, they promptly retreated in fear.

The territory of an Ultimate existence was delineated by time.

Commencing from the Abyssal Era preceding the birth of the Ultimate existence, all spacetime for the ensuing 10,000 Abyssal Eras belonged exclusively to the Ultimate existence. Third-realm beings were strictly prohibited from entering.

Spacetime travel was prone to errors. Those who wished to avoid trespassing had to promptly depart, lest they face severe consequences. Interfering with the progress of these timelines would result in severe punishment.

Casually tampering with the past timeline was strongly discouraged.

Any meddling with the past would inevitably affect reality.

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Seated in the grand hall, Xu Jingming looked down and inquired, “Has anything of significance occurred during this real timeline’s Abyssal Era?”

The real timeline held utmost importance.

The future was shrouded in illusion and uncertainty, and thus could be disregarded.

The past was firmly set in stone, and altering it proved exceedingly troublesome. Even the slightest change could unleash a cascade of events.

Reality was unfolding before their eyes—the very essence cherished by the four Ultimate existences.

“World Lord,” the figure cloaked in red spoke with utmost deference. “In the real timeline, the 13,922 factions of the Abyssal camp have launched simultaneous assaults from various spacetimes. The Mother Stream camp is currently at a disadvantage.”

“The Mother Stream camp falters despite our clandestine assistance?” Xu Jingming shook his head in disappointment.

The four Ultimate existences each harbored their own distinct desires.

Primordial Star Lord stood above all, transcending the skirmishes and allowing other lifeforms to battle amongst themselves. He held no concern for concepts of good, evil, chaos, or order. Instead, he serenely observed the ever-advancing real timeline of infinite spacetime.

The Abyss Progenitor, on the other hand, believed in brutal conflicts as a means to forge and nurture powerhouses. Darkness was an inevitability, yet light too found its place. Under the Abyss Progenitor’s guidance, the influence of the Abyss permeated every corner, as the Abyssal camp waged attacks from all directions.