On the colossal tree, countless bubbles churned back and forth, each bubble a different, brand-new Future Universe.
The timeline was the branches; twigs stretching out, growing one future fruit of the Cosmos after another, each five thousand years ahead, birthing and dying every single second.
The Treasure Tree of the Multi-dimensional Universe bloomed and bore fruit almost every moment, swelling madly at a geometric rate.
Among the Four Yuan Primordial Saints, the Light Ancient God was in a crushing situation against the battle-weak Atabia.
And the Emperor was also suppressing Elis in their fight.
Each of these beings possessed Life Force so tenacious it defied description; without a decisive, overwhelming breakthrough, the battle was doomed not to end in the short term.
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On the chaotic main street of the Ten Thousand Realms in one Cosmos, at a tea stall.
"They've started fighting."
