"In conclusion, it's not that time is harmless, but rather that races unable to resist time to some extent have already gone extinct. The remaining races that exist today all possess some degree of time resistance.
Among them, humans have the weakest resistance to time, whereas we, the True Gods, were designed by the origin race, which infused their own rules to resist the poison of time, thus having the strongest resistance to time, almost never aging or dying due to temporal changes."
Yes, yes, you True Gods are indeed impressive.
Unable to suppress a roll of the eyes at the Omnia Cicada, Leon, struggling to suppress the sealing mark, couldn't help but urge again:
"Don't beat around the bush, just get on with it! What happened to the origin race in the end? And what is this ultimate mission all about?"
Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't I just saying that?
Immersed in a dream, the Omnia Cicada craned its neck, grumbling with a dissatisfied face:
