Chapter 205: How Is This Person Just Like an Ancient Deity?

A silent, towering, majestic palace.

On both sides stand god statues as tall as giants, their forms flickering in the darkness; only a band of light in the center shines, like a "light bridge" in the gloom, extending into the deep darkness.

Xisi stands on the light bridge, gazing at the Terra Imperial Palace, unchanged after ten thousand years.

If there is any difference, it may be that the imperial guards on the sides have increased by more than forty thousand, and the surrounding sentries, besides the guards, include a great number of the strongest Star Realm Army clad in void‑assisted armor and wielding ancient blast rifles, the Solar Support Forces!

These human legions born thirty thousand years ago, the imperial guards and Solar Support Forces, represent the absolute pinnacle of gene‑engineered soldiers and mortal troops.

And at this moment, even as Ma Ka Duo and Tu La Zhen escort Xisi across the light bridge, the Empire's finest forces still stream continuously through the darkness toward a Subspace fissure deep within the gloom.

Around them, countless psionic think‑tanks and mechanical sages attempt to seal the fissure, while the imperial guards and Solar Support Forces that enter it have never been seen return.

Only a few guards, rescued because of their precious attributes, are later transformed into "Guard Fearless" and re‑inserted into the endless Net‑Path War.

At the same time, the Emperor's terrifying psionic energy from the Golden Throne shines down, constantly suppressing the fissure to prevent it from fully detonating.

Who could imagine that while Terra's people bathe peacefully in the glory of the Great Expedition, far away Helusu, who has brought the Empire countless honors and victories, is plotting a great rebellion.

Beneath them, Terra has already become a super Subspace bomb, ready at any moment to launch all humanity into the sky.

Even in places unseen by others, the Net‑Path War, far more horrific than Terra's grand celebration by countless times, began long before the great rebellion, for an unknown length of time.

This is why, throughout the entire great rebellion, the imperial guards and Solar Support Forces scarcely contributed any "effort"!

Even the guards and Solar Support Forces that appear on the great rebellion's battlefield are almost all remnants withdrawn from the Net‑Path War.

And even as remnants, they still make the rebel forces extremely wary.

Legend even says that the Solar Support Forces' elite unit "Lu Xi Fa Hei Wei", whose mortal commander directly faced the Rebel Forces' Original Body "A Er Fa Rui Si", broke its defenses with swordsmanship and made it bleed!

Thus the terrifying combat power of these Terra close guards is evident.

Only such dreadful might can, in the endless, uninterrupted Net‑Path War, hold back the countless hordes of demons and monsters.

Thus the Emperor can only entrust the task of guarding against Helusu to Luo Ge Duo En's Imperial Fist and the outermost defensive A Si Ta Te Legion.

"The essence of the Empire is being wasted pointlessly..."

Tu La Zhen watches his elite forces being buried batch after batch, his face full of resentment and helplessness.

But at this moment on the light bridge, Prime Minister Markado doesn't even bother to cast a sidelong glance.

He hurriedly steps forward, leading Xisi at the fastest possible speed toward the Golden Throne.

At the same time, noticing Tu La Zhen's slight hesitation, he turns back with a speechless expression.

Markado looks back; not only Tu La Zhen, but even Xisi watches cautiously.

As an immortal psionic like the Emperor, Markado's millennia‑long accumulation of psionic power is even stronger than Xisi's after a Hundredfold.

Facing Markado's dissatisfied gaze, Tu La Zhen instantly looks like a child who has done something wrong, immediately bowing his head in fear.

Markado merely glances, then points directly to the quiet Xisi beside him, his face casual:

"Don't worry about casualties; with this kid here, we have as many mortal elites as we need!"

Tu La Zhen is stunned, and Xisi awkwardly rubs his nose.

As the Empire's two most powerful individuals, Markado and the Emperor can both foresee the future.

Although Xisi possesses an ancient divine artifact and temporal‑spatial repulsion that prevents the Four Gods from gazing upon him.

Yet when Xisi truly appears before Markado and the Emperor, they can directly see, with their own eyes, the timeline in which Xisi exists.

That timeline makes the nearly desperate Markado and the Emperor so excited they nearly spring up from the Golden Throne.

And this explains many later mysteries.

The core question is: since the Emperor can foresee the future and even began cultivating Kaor ten thousand years early because of it, why could he not prevent the great rebellion? Why not treat the Whisperer better? Why is he so 'ungracious' toward the loyal A Si Ta Te who earned great merit?

The core explanation is that the Original Body and A Si Ta Te the Emperor created have a Subspace nature borrowed through a pact with the Four Gods!

According to the agreement, half of the eighteen legions must be returned to the Four Gods.

Only at the end the Emperor planned to secretly manipulate the Net‑Path, completely bypassing Subspace and refusing accountability.

Thus, before the Net‑Path plan succeeds, the Emperor's eighteen legions are more like limited‑time trial tools to him.

When the time comes, half will randomly rebel!

To the Emperor, he will naturally only use A Si Ta Te as a tool.

He even strives, before the 'limited‑time trial' ends, to extract the legions' value with maximum efficiency.

In reality, this makes the Emperor's treatment of A Si Ta Te and the Original Bodies downright 'idiotic' and inhumane.

Simply to accelerate the Great Expedition, he can publicly humiliate Luo Jia, the most loyal and devout follower.

Because although the Emperor can glimpse the future, he sees all possible timelines, and he himself does not know which line he will follow.

Before the great rebellion becomes fully clear, Kiriman's Extreme Warrior and Luo Jia's Whisperer are, in terms of loyalty, no different to the Emperor—merely potential traitors.

Now, as the Net‑Path War erupts and Helusu openly rebels, the Emperor and Markado, whose timelines are becoming clearer, realize the timeline seems to be heading toward the worst outcome.

Then, amid this growing despair, Xisi appears before them without any warning!

At this moment, Tu La Zhen has no idea why Xisi arrived; the mortal elites are inexhaustible.

He simply follows honestly behind Markado, head down like a child.

Across the long palace's light bridge, Xisi and Tu La Zhen walk quietly and briskly, while Markado walks and busily briefs Xisi:

"Your temporal‑spatial repulsion is intensifying; your remaining stay this time is about to…"

"Before you return, you now need to leave a command for Luo Jia."

"Have his Whisperer fortify Terra, and reassign your mortal legion to Tu La Zhen to fill the Net‑Path War gap."

Markado speaks while walking, and Xisi behind him can no longer walk properly, forced to endure worsening injuries while hovering mid‑air.

After finishing, Markado produces a holo‑projector and parchment; Xisi, without hesitation, takes them and begins inscribing the orders for Luo Jia, and when Xisi finishes and returns them to Markado, with the Prime Minister leading the way, they quickly arrive before the Golden Throne.

The throne, not much different from forty thousand, shows, as Xisi sees, a robust, normal‑bodied figure seated, his dignified gaze fixed on Xisi—the living Emperor!

Tu La Zhen bows respectfully; although Xisi is irritated that the Emperor, that old fool, has placed divine power onto himself and is on leave, he still prepares to be slightly courteous.

Having already, through Markado's eyes, fully surveyed Xisi's entire timeline, the Emperor's efficiency surpasses that of later high‑lord councils.

"Don't waste time; your physical condition requires you to return to 40k immediately."

The Emperor, seated on the Throne, spoke directly, without giving Xisi any extra chance to converse.

Then Xisi looked at Makado, who was busy carving the teleportation array beside him, while the Emperor turned back to Xisi and explained directly.

"You don't need to speak; just listen to me finish."

"We originally lacked the power to send you back, let alone achieve the capability of the ancient artifact to traverse time and space in massive, lossless quantities."

"But your divine power helped; we can use your divine power as a price to personally teleport you back."

"You also needn't worry; your Aolake, Fanluosi, Bai'er and other followers, as well as 101, will eventually return, just by a different method."

"Moreover, before you come back next time, we will try to continue the history you altered and leave your trace in 30K, thereby reducing spacetime repulsion when you return."

The Emperor spoke quickly, even using spiritual energy to transmit his meaning directly into Xisi's mind to speed up.

When Makado, sweating on his forehead, finished and stood looking at the Emperor, the Emperor slightly withdrew the spiritual energy and looked at Xisi.

"In the final few minutes, what do you want to ask?"

Xisi stared at the Emperor above, his eyes full of questions, curious how Aolake and the others would return, and curious how the Emperor planned to leave his trace in 30K?

But Xisi felt the injury he could no longer hold back, and after a few seconds of silence he asked another question.

"The Great Rebellion, what should we do?"

He spoke, Xisi gritting his teeth in excruciating pain, the agony no longer confined to his flesh but beginning to invade his soul.

Just that single sentence made Makado beside him jump in fright, hurried forward, enduring the pain of his flesh being burned by Xisi's divine power, and used his own strength to share Xisi's injury.

The Emperor watched Xisi silently, understanding Xisi's worry for humanity; under Tula Zhen's completely stunned and even terrified gaze, this thing actually…

laughed.

A kind, gentle, comforting smile.

Xisi could no longer fly; after landing, Tula Zhen, at the signal, hurried forward very carefully to help Xisi into the formation.

Seeing Xisi's injuries truly immobilized him, Tula Zhen held back for a long time, then gritted his teeth and crawled on hands and feet, acting as a 'mount' for the immobile Xisi.

Then Xisi's divine power began to withdraw from his body, continuously merging into the formation.

The Emperor's kindness also shone through the light, faintly reaching Xisi's increasingly blurred vision.

"Because of you."

"Haven't I already gained Huai Yan and Qian Zi?"

The world fell completely into darkness; Xisi could no longer sense anything in 30K, until an unknown amount of time passed, when a swishing sound of his own body dragging across the ground and accompanying intense pain revived his consciousness, and the first words he heard at his ear were a youthful childish voice, full of curious echo:

"Sister."

"Why does this person look like the ancient deity in the cathedral…"

"The same?"