The old man's eyes brimmed with tears, and he was on the verge of collapse.
At that moment, he felt as though he were worse off than dead, forced to watch another "self" replace him—smiling, cultivating, growing, and guiding his world toward ascension.
That should have been his job!
That False Human had taken over his connections and was wreaking havoc on the new shoots and younger generation of his world.
All he could do was hide in the shadows, hide in a secret chamber, watching as the False Human Calamity ran rampant, his teeth clenched.
It was a feeling ordinary people could never understand.
Once every million years or so, he came here, silently watching that "self" receive the descendants who had newly ascended from his homeland world. His expression grew increasingly mournful and numb.
"Ah... ah..." Amid the long, despairing sighs, the reception flying vessel in the distance had already gone far away.
Amid the spatial turbulence, the old man opened his New Type False Human Observation Diary and looked back on where it had all begun.
Thousand Eyes Calendar, 1.08 million.
I, Great Emperor Thousand Eyes, have ascended. I will sweep across an entire era. Future, wait for me. I will make all under heaven witness my greatness and extraordinariness.
The future could not wait for me. I was so ordinary.
The Sacrifice Realm was beautiful, and cruel too.
They dragged me off to mine. It seemed that every immortal without a background was a miner.
Time flowed strangely in this Sacrifice Realm.
One day in heaven was a hundred years underground.
I heard the great figures supervising the mining say that only certain special worlds that had absorbed the origins of other worlds possessed this mighty power.
The peculiar nature of the flow of time.
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