"Emperor, it's your turn to begin."
Atabia suddenly sat cross-legged, his eyes flashing with swirling vortices, igniting a fire of nothingness, which inscribed the rise and fall of humanity as if the endless variables of time swayed in his eyes, changing, changing, and changing again.
At this moment, no one could feel Atabia's power.
He seemed to have vanished!
Completely disappeared from the "now" of the universe.
Completely vanished from the material face of the universe, transformed into nothingness, into the greatest mystery of the universe, untouchable and unreachable.
"Is that the Time God?"
"I can't feel him anymore!!"
"No one can attack him, and he can no longer... attack anyone else!"
"Is this the consequence of lifting up the Cosmic Path? Detaching from the mundane world also means being unable to interfere with it; he can no longer fight or kill anyone!"
"No, his attack is on a temporal level, directly interfering with causality!"
