Material Plunder, Forced Assassination

The sky cracked open, and a vortex began to form.

Crash.

Vast armies emerged from the Myriad Worlds under all kinds of identities.

Some were leaders of great sects; some were scholars from the Mortal Realm; some were butchers from the streets.

The Myriad Worlds were like a deep pool, concealing countless heroes of unfathomable depths. They came from every walk of life, hid their names, and lay dormant for endless years—until today.

"Your Majesty, time is so tight. Are you confident?" The woman had grown extremely tense. The monarch lurking in the shadows before her held the lives of everyone in his hands.

They were going to kill a Saint!

Not the sort who got clubbed over the head and ran away.

The sheer audacity, the sheer arrogance of it—it could practically be called the craziest act in the history of the entire universe.

"I'm one hundred percent certain I can defeat him, but only zero percent certain I can kill him."

The man murmured gently.

"We can't kill him, because he's no longer a living being."

"That thing isn't human at all. It has become a giant beast living atop the River of Time—a creature of the sea, dwelling in the past and the present and the future. We people on the shore and that thing belong to two different worlds. Our dimensions and spacetime are different. We can't kill it."

He slowly turned his head. "There's only one way to kill it: another eternal creature must appear upon the River of Time."

"Two giant beasts will churn the River of Time, turning the seas upside down, battling in the depths until one fights to the death."

The man lowered his gaze.

The four Heavenly Venerables were practically immortal.

Each controlled an independent authority of their own. Their