This was a war—a war waged not by one side, but by a collective of heroes from every corner of the multiverse: up, down, east, west, south, north, life, death, the past, and the future. Faced with this, Wang felt nothing but profound reverence for the man known as the Overlord. Even though he himself was the greatest sage of the Ancient Era, having witnessed countless legends—having dealt with the likes of the Divine Emperor of Light and the Central Night Emperor—he could not even begin to fathom a being like the Overlord. He was tyrannical, unmatched by any in history, a man who had ended the Age of Puppets, terminated the Zerg Great Dao, and single-handedly shattered the Great Cataclysm. Now, he was doing something even more preposterous: resisting the heroes of the entire multiverse by himself. How could the mere mortals before them possibly stand against such an existence?
The true climax had surely not yet begun.
Wang understood this clearly. These people were merely scouts meant to wear the Overlord down. Yet, as long as they could achieve victory in the end, even the cannon fodder at the start would be credited with merit. If their contributions were sufficient, though they could not be resurrected in this era, the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao could provide enough of an expenditure to grant them fragments of future memory or the chance to alter their tragic fates in their own respective times—that much was within the power of the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao.
Chapter 521