The prosperous world of this Heavenly Region was affected by the battle of the Chaos Gods.

Wave after wave of Immortal Grass True God Death Squads covered the entire heavens.

After this war, with the birth of a large number of spirit grasses, the prison painting style in the corridor at this time has become a series of plant corridors and ancient painting walls.

It is as if walking in the vast chaotic verdant forest, the glass windows of the rooms on both sides are occasionally wrapped in vines, and the dead fairy grass on the ground is giving birth to life, turning into a lawn in the new chaos.

In the eerie and deep jungle.

The maids behind her, Xi Wei and Silver, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but say when they saw this, "Atabia, this person is really bold!"

"How dare you come to see Your Majesty." Sylvie said.

In their eyes, Atabia's qualifications are indeed unquestionable, and it may not be an exaggeration to have qualifications such as the Ancient God of Light and the Ancient God of Thunder.

And how can His Majesty Norlon be simple?

In terms of qualifications, he will not be weaker than his opponent, and Atabia has not yet grown up, but His Majesty has already stood at the top.

A genius who has not grown up is not a genius after all.

Otherwise, Atabia would not have died.

Li Qing ignored the communication between the two women, just shook his head when he saw this, and looked at the Emperor of Babel who was in the three-bedroom and one-hall at the beginning, and said in his heart:

"Atabia is still like that, but he and Professor Wales, two tigers, are fighting each other, but he has perfected something for me."

It's a crazy involution.

Professor Wales, for himself, took out the three levels of God, the end of the universe.

Atabia came up with a third system for himself, the creation system.

This level of involution, fighting, and two tigers fighting, the ultimate benefit must be themselves.

This wave of blood earns.

Burst to earn.

The three realms of God allowed themselves to peep at the end of the realm, and the creation system perfected the crystal wall multiverse.

It can be said that it is a great qualitative change, and the background is more profound.

"But Atabia, it's coming—"

Li Qing still couldn't help frowning.

Atabia, who is only halfway through the fight with the Welsh professor and the Son of Heaven, has entered a stalemate period, and suddenly wants to find trouble with the referee??

What's the difference between this and a world-class boxing match, where you suddenly don't want to win or lose when you are halfway through the fight, and you run to the referee who blows the whistle next to you?

Don't talk about martial arts.

Li Qing's first thought now is how to deal with this sudden disaster.

After all, he is a fake crystalline universe.

Where are the heavens and all the worlds?

It's just a small mental hospital.

The world is virtual... And how to maintain the worldview and not be pierced by them is the biggest problem at the moment.

Li Qing's heart was extremely calm, and he put down the book in his hand:

"In the first era, I had to try to kill him forcibly because I was weak, but now for the second time, I am so bold and provocative, I should try my best to subdue and suppress him."

Li Qing's brain spun rapidly.

One by one, the information is swiped, the data is constantly summarized, and various perfect response methods are deduced.

It is both a danger and an opportunity.

He had to find a way to turn this sudden accident into an opportunity.

...

...

"It's... It's beautiful." Atabia sighed softly.

….

It turned out that the ancient god of light was standing outside the chaos and constantly magnifying the flood, overlooking the environment of their world outside.

I'm already standing in this place.

"Minis, do you think the world is really changing? Incredible?"

"Who would have thought that the Atabiya dynasty, which built the Tower of Babel, would be able to realize their original dream? Walk outside the crystal wall domain."

"Yes, Your Majesty, from the first civilization to the ultimate civilization, like the two ends of the road."

Minis followed silently behind him.

He also looked very emotional, Minis was a mediocre man, a mortal, who once lamented the departure of the elven gods on the tree, the end of the Atabians.

And now, after all the hardships, he finally welcomed everything back to the old days, which made him feel a kind of satisfaction as if he was living in a dream.

After a long accumulation, like a cocoon into a butterfly, his time, nay, the era of the Atabians, finally bloomed with flowers.

Minis also knows that he can't stop Atabia, who is a madman who likes to go off the rails, but is definitely not a fool who likes to look for death.

"Minis, you know what?"

Atabia said slowly, "Looking at the true nature of things, this battle in the Heavenly Region, Son of Heaven? Professor Wales? Victory or defeat may not be too important in the eyes of those in the upper echelons."

"If you win, what will you gain, the ruling throne of the kingdom of God in this land? Become one of the lower-level ancient gods of this region?"

"We are like fighting beasts on a chessboard, in front of me, I care more about the chess players behind me, the Thunder Ancient God, the Light Ancient God, Norlon N ..."

"Go to the referee, negotiate, negotiate, and take your destiny into your own hands."

Atabia is a person who likes to go out of the ordinary, and does not like to be controlled and restricted.

The Welsh professor likes to seek stability.

Therefore, he wants to gain the right to rule this land, to be recognized by joining a faction, to get some kind of promotion opportunity through formal channels, and to have a background and backing, so that he can gain a firm foothold in this vast and endless multiverse.

But in Atabia's eyes, even the seat of the ancient gods of this land did not matter.

He has the confidence to conquer worlds and establish the kingdom of God in other lands, and even in the distant heavens, so why should he always live in a corner and look at the world here?

He's going to talk, to be probing, to communicate, to know what the other person wants to do.

This world is nothing more than gains and losses.

In the distance, the Son of Heaven chose to follow from a distance with Professor Wales, staring at the lights of the "room" in the distance, and vaguely saw a gentle orange-yellow light shining out.

They saw Atabia with their own eyes and generously pushed open the door.

The crystal wall rolled apart like a transparent curtain of water, and Atabia walked straight in.

"This is??"

The moment he entered, Atabia sensed something was wrong.

This is a small world, which is considered to be the interior of the universe, and it is clear that any god level will dissolve and be disintegrated if he enters, but he does not feel any discomfort in this small world.

The room inside is lined with rows of bookshelves with various books, and the interior of the room is the layout of the study, which is extremely elegant in style.

In the mist-like bonnet light, the man's eyes were as bright as stars, and he sat in a rocking chair looking at a book quietly.

The man raised his head and said directly, "Atabia, you are the strongest person in my hometown that has ever appeared."

Three hundred pounds of smiles