After his origin was reshaped, Qi Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
A breeze swept through the mist-shrouded history, and buried truths emerged from time.
With a single thought, he understood the rise and fall of the past and the course of the future.
Under the influence of his consciousness, the river of time surged into the past, finally freezing on a scene.
It was a scene from before Monster World had been developed.
Within that scene, heaven and earth were still undivided chaos, with a starry river suspended in the void.
Two figures sat cross-legged in midair, facing each other across the chaotic mist.
The youthful figure was the Dark Tide God, who commanded destruction and devouring. Boundless darkness surrounded him, yet it lacked the brutal aura of the Evil Spirit Warriors. It was a darkness bordering on nothingness, devoid of any emotional power.
On the other side was the Emperor Zhao God, enveloped in crimson flame.
The two gods had faced each other cross-legged for countless years, their clashes of thought colliding at high frequency throughout time.
Finally, the youthful Dark Tide God raised his head, but his voice drifted in from beyond the river of time, tinged with melancholy. "Our contest has reached this point. There is no meaning in continuing. I lost this round."
The crimson flame swayed, offering no reply.
The Dark Tide God continued, "I command the dark tide, plundering every Great Dao to strengthen myself, so I always believed my path was stronger than your creation-but only now do I see that time has long since set the boundaries of my growth. No matter how many worlds I devour or origins I absorb, you were always born before me."
"I can seize existing power, but I cannot break through the shackles that precede time.