Atabia Thought He Knew the Truth

Black Star's achievements were not worth mentioning.

Over the years, Atabia's talent as the Father of Creations—creating all kinds of constructs and biological artifact embryos—had demonstrated his formidable abilities.

As a result, he had also earned the position of the Ancient God of Light's right-hand man.

The Celestial Beings could not be bothered with it.

It was not that they did not fight for power and profit.

In the eyes of most of the Celestial Beings, the Ancient God of Light was also their slave. He had already broken through the Ancient God realm, and sooner or later, he would die!

They, on the other hand, remained eternal.

The other party was merely a flower tossed about by the tides of history in their eyes. It was perfectly normal for them to promote hundreds of generations of Ancient Gods of Light in the future.

Although the Ancient God of Light of this generation was defiant of the heavens, they could not be bothered with his subordinates.

"These Celestial Beings are simply walking themselves to their deaths."

Atabia sighed inwardly.

He knew that the waters here ran deep. A warlord like the Ancient God of Light was unwilling to wait for death. Behind the scenes, he was a heretic who cast aside all orthodoxy, selling out his own people without hesitation.

"Your Majesty, shall we go take a look at the angel legion?" Atabia asked.

"How is the equipment coming along recently?" the Ancient God of Light asked. As he spoke, he walked up the Crystal Wall stairs of the Origin Ancient Tree. After passing several branches, they arrived together at the training ground of the angel imperial guard legion.

The place was bustling with activity. Angels walked everywhere, and some even flew through the sky, radiating a holy and majestic