Chapter 591

"That explanation of yours would have been better left unsaid."

Fighting God’s lips twitched slightly, his expression filled with exasperation. "I wasn’t overthinking it until you explained, and now I can’t help but dwell on it."

Wind God, with a serious demeanor, explained, "No, I was just tracing it back to the simple values passed down through the Fighting God’s legion. Brother God of Fighting, you know how it is…"

Fighting God raised his hand, cutting Wind God off mid-sentence.

"Actually, what I just said was something the God of Theater told me."

"…"

Wind God let out a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, Fighting God wouldn’t just suddenly have such an epiphany out of nowhere!

Even though Fighting God had recently experienced the wonders of the God King Realm, that shouldn’t lead to such an outrageous leap in understanding, right?

He glanced at the God of Theater and Mo Xiaosu, and it didn’t seem like they had made any noticeable progress either.

"That’s not entirely accurate."

Su Wen smiled and said, "I still have great faith in the loyalty of the Fighting God’s legion."

"Not just me, but anyone who knows about the Fighting God’s legion would be impressed by their loyalty."

"Especially the trust they place in you, Fighting God."

Su Wen paused briefly before continuing, "As for the First Age? Well, there’s no getting around it—the First Age was your time to serve as Fighting God."

"The difference between a divine fate bearer on duty and one who isn’t is enormous."

"How could they lower their standards to pledge allegiance to a Fighting God who isn’t on duty when they’re so used to following one who is?"

Fighting God muttered under his breath, "I didn’t say anything…"

From Holy Valley, he had gained a rough understanding of the First Age.

The power of the on-duty Fighting God was nothing short of overwhelming.

Who wouldn’t want to follow such a leader?

Even if such a leader had been absent for countless years, it’s only natural to feel nostalgia and longing, right?

"Alright, enough with the jokes."

Su Wen’s tone shifted to a more serious one. "Let’s get back to the main point. Xiao Feng, you need to focus on ascending to the position of god king in the next few years."

"While I can offer some assistance, you should know that my help will only shorten the time it takes for you to advance."

"If you can’t break through that bottleneck, then my help is practically meaningless."

Wind God nodded slightly and replied, "I understand. Recently, I’ve started to get a faint sense of that profound essence."

Su Wen narrowed his eyes and asked, "So, with my help, how long do you think it’ll take you to ascend?"

"Maybe… a hundred years?"

"That’s a bit too long, don’t you think?"

"Then I’ll push myself and aim for eighty years."

After a moment of thought, Wind God finally said, "Mo Xiaosu has already become a god king, so I can’t afford to fall too far behind."

"After all, I’m not Brother God of Fighting."

Fighting God: "……"

Hey!

I’m still here!

Don’t drag me into this, alright?

You all can use Brother God of Wealth’s connections, but can I?

Even if it helps me a bit, compared to everyone else’s crazy progress, what’s this little boost worth?

"Fifty years!"

Su Wen spoke up, "You know why, so I’ll just say… as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

Right now, this timeline is 380 years behind the main Time and Space.

Given how the river of time works, unless I spend some resources, I can only live for about 490 more years.

But this place is just the Memory Legacy of the sub-timeline’s God of Wealth. Even with the protective boost from the dark river, it’s not worth dumping too much of the main Time and Space resources here.

The main Time and Space roots need more investment.

Only then can the sub-timelines grow stronger and better.

"Got it."

Wind God thought for a moment and nodded.

He understood why Brother God of Wealth was in a hurry.

So, he decided to figure something out himself.

"By the way, Brother God of Wealth, Zijun just made a new breakthrough in martial arts research."

Wind God waved his hand, and blue text appeared in the air.

"Especially in Zijun’s martial arts research lab. Based on findings from other sub-labs, they’re on the final step of developing Visceral Martial Arts."

"Zijun said if they can crack this last step, the martial arts limit might break through the Demigod bottleneck."

"The martial arts cultivation system could see its first true god!"

Wind God paused, then added seriously, "But the growth of martial arts, especially the five organs’ operations in Visceral Martial Arts, is missing some key elements."

Su Wen cut in, "What elements?"

"Chaotic, worldly factors."

"Plain English, please."

"Martial arts needs some real-world energy. Because of how the five organs naturally work, it’s best to draw from people raised in a more relaxed system."

"So, you’re saying our current social system is too rigid, and we need a bit more chaos?"

"Yeah, that’s the gist."

"How does the social system connect to these chaotic factors?"

"Not sure. You might want to ask Zijun about that."

"Alright, I’ll head over there in a bit."

Su Wen’s expression grew serious as he suddenly grasped why the world would descend into chaos five hundred years from now.

Even though he knew his future still adhered to Bai Zijun’s advice—using the world as a stage to gather energy for martial arts—he needed to fully understand the situation.

Only by doing so could he dismantle the current system’s decrees.

But taking such a step would mean wasting centuries of accumulated experience.

This wasn’t just his own achievement; it was a political and legal system shaped by countless individuals across multiple sub-timelines.

"Does building a cultivation system really demand such a steep price?"

Su Wen thought of Huang Dongfeng’s future plight and let out a somber sigh.

Previously, he had assumed the issue stemmed from the God of Theater’s side.

After all, the political and legal systems were in disarray, and the world was rife with discord.

Then came Ye Guanzhi’s ordeal.

He hadn’t anticipated that the cause would be something like this.

Sacrificing the future of one sub-timeline to break through the bottleneck in developing Visceral Martial Arts—it sounded brutal.

And that chaotic, cutthroat approach deeply disgusted him.

But there was no alternative; in the march of civilization, some things were beyond human control, and he still had to align himself with its progress as much as possible.

"One must endure the darkness before the sun rises."

"Compared to risking the lives of living comrades to test the path ahead, this might be the harshest choice of all."

"Using the lives of beings from one timeline to propel the cultivation system forward…"

"The sacrifices made by the sub-timelines for the main Time and Space are truly immense."

With these thoughts, Su Wen slowly lifted his gaze to the brightest star in the distant sky.

After a moment, his eyes hardened with resolve, and he made his decision.

"Some things simply must be done."

"Since we’ve reached this point, let’s begin."