More than a hundred years slowly passed.
In the Marvel Universe, the battle between the Living Tribunal and the Dark Celestial still raged.
In the DC Universe, Darkseid and Highfather had ended their fight and turned to all-out war against Thanos.
Faced with Darkseid's offensive, Thanos ordered his forces to pull back and abandon their own attacks.
Since he could no longer take advantage of their conflict, there was no reason to fight Darkseid to the bitter end.
After all, he possessed a fragment of the Taotie Law. Once he fully comprehended it, he would reach Omniversal Level.
He could deal with Darkseid then.
Over the past century, his understanding of the Taotie Law had reached roughly ten percent.
Another nine hundred years or so should be enough.
Nine hundred years might sound like a long time.
But on a cosmic scale, it was little more than the blink of an eye.
Today, however, someone arrived and interrupted Thanos's cultivation.
Above Eden.
Thanos sat on a Throne made from a Neutron Star, stroking Phoenix, now the size of a basketball, as he stared coldly at the figure before him.
Superman stood there in a blue bodysuit, a red cape on his back and his underwear on the outside. He folded his arms, looking thoroughly arrogant.
"Thanos, leave my world, and I'll spare you."
Thanos was speechless at such confidence. It was almost funny.
Superman was strong. By Marvel's standards, he was probably at Multiversal Level.
He was likely Superman in his golden age.
Even so, where had he found the nerve to say that?
"Putting aside whether this world is yours, do you know who you're talking to?"
Hearing the contempt in Thanos's voice, Superman, who considered himself the chosen one, immediately scowled.
"You're an evil invader! You don't belong