What the Hell Is Stealing Children?

Apocalypse spread his hands. "The problem is, I don't know how to transcend either."

The Watcher said, "No rush. We've waited billions of years, so there's no need to hurry now. Once your strength reaches the pinnacle of this universe, Mr. Tang, perhaps you'll find a way to ascend to the Creator Dimension."

"What if I can't find it?"

The Watcher gave a cryptic smile. "Then you have two paths. Either become the supreme being of the universe, unmatched by anyone, and ultimately end up imprisoned like us."

"Or have your soul plundered by someone stronger."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. Others may dare to try."

"Obtaining your soul would be like obtaining a key to the Creator Dimension."

"Someone will always strive to find where the door is."

This was the same thing Conqueror Kang had said through that Black woman in Asgard.

But that only represented the stance of some relatively upright powerhouses. Not everyone would be as patient as the Watchers and Kang.

Among countless parallel universes, there were surely no few powerhouses who wanted to seize Apocalypse's soul imprint.

Apocalypse had simply been lucky that he had not yet been discovered.

Apocalypse believed his current strength was already no weaker than any known powerhouse.

But just because he was not afraid did not mean Earth, Asgard, and the people he cared about had nothing to fear.

If a cosmic-scale war truly broke out, Apocalypse was not confident he could protect everyone.

What was worse, if some supreme powerhouse used his soul imprint to find a way to ascend dimensions, even Earth from his previous life might suffer.

Thinking of this, Apocalypse could not help feeling anxious. His strength was still far from sufficient.

Fortunately, the two supreme powerhouses he had encountered