Afraid He'll Be the Next Meng Yi

As for informing the other three gods of the future in advance, asking them to protect Atabia's arrival as he traversed time and prevent others from taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and travel to the present age where he was?

Sorry.

Time was equivalent to another dimension.

The other three truly could not hold the unseen passage of time.

To be honest, the four authorities did not really overlap. Each did their own thing and played by their own rules, and none could do anything to the others.

You could make a spatial jump—how could the other three stop you?

You could jump wherever you wanted and play on your own, while the other three watched. They truly had no way to deal with you.

You could travel through time?

You could play on your own then, too. They could not stop you.

Others relied on their own power and could only travel seven or eight seconds into the past, but you had already opened the passage. They could truly crawl along it to a distant present age.

"Isn't that too tragic?" Sylvie could not help feeling speechless. Even he felt that Atabia was miserably unlucky.

Li Qing shook his head as well.

For now, the future should already have become unusable.

The moment the door opened, who knew how many monstrous talents and protagonists from the future would come roaring over? Burning Heaven Emperor, Lord of the Four Directions, and the like had all secretly ruled for tens of thousands of years in their own eras, only to come here and seek eternity.

What about changing the game? The [future] was no longer playable, so Atabia could travel farther into the [past] and alter an earlier period?

He did not want to, nor did he dare!