Chapter 401

Chapter 401: The Breath of Little Shadow

“Are there any drawbacks?”

The Star God looked ahead and asked.

He needed to know about the potential downsides. If they were within his control, he wouldn’t hesitate to agree.

“Yes,”

Star Eight nodded. “Because my consciousness carries a vast amount of my memories, while your life trace and memory storage are like a drop in the ocean compared to mine.”

“So, there might be some effects from the memory impact.”

“Simply put, if you can’t handle the impact of my memories, you might… no longer be yourself.”

“After all, memories are essential to a person’s life trace!”

The Star God was momentarily stunned, then a smile spread across his face.

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it!”

Though the Star God of the Eighth Era hadn’t interacted much with Star Eight, he could sense that Star Eight had a genuine desire to protect the Human Race.

And the Star God of the Eighth Era would eventually have to leave.

Once he was gone, the knowledge he held, the secrets, and the things both he and the God of Wealth needed to understand would only come to light in the distant future.

That couldn’t happen!

As for the risk of memory confusion?

He was already prepared to seal away unnecessary memories, keeping only what he needed and storing the rest for later.

This way, the negative effects of the memory impact would be minimized.

“As expected, our choices always align.”

Star Eight chuckled softly. “Don’t worry; I wouldn’t stoop to tampering with my own memories.”

“The war of the Ninth Age will still depend on your people!”

With those words, Star Eight transformed into a stream of starlight infused with original power, flowing directly into the Star God’s forehead.

“Boom————”

A burst of purple thunder suddenly erupted.

The mysterious land was briefly illuminated by the flash of the purple thunder.

At the same time, the silver power of time and space that had brought the Star God here began to manifest, swirling around him protectively, as if warning him of something.

……

Outside the Holy Spirit realm, Su Wen and the God of Theater’s wager was nearing its end.

It had to be said, the God of Theater truly lived up to his name.

When an immortal half-god went all out to transport supplies and goods, the speed was nothing short of astonishing.

Though Su Wen could use the God of Wealth’s Mark and rally the efforts of various Demigod clans to speed up his path to prosperity,

the God of Theater had one advantage—he could split himself!

Those incredibly powerful avatars didn’t give the Demigod clan’s strongest members any time to react. They stormed in and immediately started looting everything in sight.

They didn’t just take the soil—they even dug up the coffins of the Demigod clan’s ancestors buried beneath it.

The bodies of the Demigods were also a valuable resource!

Whether they were refined into puppets, tools, or powerful medicines to boost the martial artists, they were incredibly useful.

As for worrying that these corpses had been dead for too long?

That was simply impossible!

Especially in Sub-Timeline 01.

After experiencing the pain of separation and the despair of family tragedies, who would care about such trivial matters of duality?

If it meant gaining strength and power, they wouldn’t hesitate to dig up the corpses of their enemies’ ancestors. Heck, they’d probably even eat those old corpses if it came to that.

In fact, they might even enjoy it.

Psychological pressure?

What’s that?

Wasn’t protecting their families more important?

Wasn’t getting revenge on their enemies the priority?

“Looks like I’ve won this time,”

the God of Theater said with a smile, standing in front of Su Wen.

“Indeed,”

Su Wen nodded slightly. The master was truly the master; whatever clever ideas Su Wen came up with, the master could think of them too—and even improve on them.

With that, Su Wen glanced at the “obedient” Demigod strong ones standing nearby.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”

An invisible wave emanated from within them, and in the next moment, their souls transformed into pure energy, automatically condensing into soul pills.

He had actually considered keeping these “obedient” Demigod strong ones around for a while.

But then he thought, what if the rejection from Time and Space was too strong and he couldn’t leave as planned?

If he left too early and the Demigod clan broke free from his control, their retaliation against Sub-Timeline 01 would be unimaginable.

So, wiping them out was the safest option.

After all, the bodies and souls of these Demigod strong ones would be a huge source of wealth after refinement.

“Wealth Source Value: 1.2 billion.”

Su Wen looked at his wealth balance and smiled with satisfaction.

This time, the River of Fate might have taken most of the wealth,

but what he got to keep was still close to two billion.

Honestly, he was pretty happy with that.

Compared to the dark river’s fees, the River of Fate’s cut this time was downright generous.

“Let’s head back,”

the God of Theater said. “We’ll take these rare treasures with us and spread this spirit soil across the land of Huaxia.”

“As long as the first generation of strong ones in Huaxia can grow quickly, even if we leave in the future, they’ll have a fighting chance against whatever changes come their way.”

Su Wen nodded in agreement. “True, the growth potential of warriors is impressive. As for Fighting God… I’ll see if I can prepare an immortality package for him.”

An immortal half-god level Fighting God was already pretty strong.

With endless time to fight and grow, he might even reach true god status.

And this true god wouldn’t rely on the will of the cosmos—he’d achieve it through the immortal baptism of the river of time and his own relentless battles.

Who knows? The Fighting God of Sub-Timeline 01 might even surpass the Fighting Gods of the First Age.

If he’s confident enough, he might even stand a chance against the true gods of the First Age.

“God of Wealth,”

the God of Theater said, his expression turning serious. “I sensed Little Shadow’s presence.”

“In this timeline, something’s off about her.”

“Her inner brutality and destructive emotions have spilled out. Just by briefly sensing her, I could feel her deep hatred and resentment toward the world.”

Su Wen was taken aback. After a moment of silence, he said, “Master, the Little Shadow in this timeline wasn’t saved by us. She grew up enduring torment and pursuit, surrounded by endless pain.”

“And… she saw the Yin-Yang Sorcerers pry open her mother’s grave, dig up her body, and desecrate it.”