The Universe's Strongest Genius, Minis?

"Humph! Back then on the Martial Arts Continent, you and I were sworn rivals, each commanding a faction." Complex emotions surfaced in Minis's eyes. "But now, Son of Heaven, you've left me far behind."

The higher the world, the more it valued one's aptitude.

Before they knew it, the two who had once been evenly matched had already begun walking different paths, with Son of Heaven gradually leaving Minis far behind.

"That's right." Son of Heaven nodded without saying much else.

They, too, had endured their long, dreary slumber and accumulation in the dark soil. After weathering hardship, they had finally bloomed.

But how long would this flower last?

When its splendor reached its peak, it would also be time for it to wither.

Now they had finally reached the summit and ruled the entire era—but what about the future?

Would they, like the Dark Matter Alliance, the Council of Rights, and the Ancient God of Light, once reach the summit of the universe, only to be overthrown by those who came after them and become one of the dynasties in the vast history of the universe?

"Just like the Atabia Dynasty back then, disappearing into history," Minis suddenly said.

Minis was sentimental and had always been a pessimist.

As he had said, he was an ordinary man—the god who most resembled an ordinary person.

At the banquet, he raised his wine cup high. One cup toasted the sun and moon, another the past. Then he sighed:

"Dynasties rise and fall. Perhaps in the future, we too will perish with time, vanishing amid the wind and rain of heroes' tears. Those Crystal Walls are splattered with blood, bearing witness to the entire passage of history."

The dynasty might have been established, but the Ancient God of Light from the previous