Chapter 286: The Battle of Infinite Resets [1]
In the eyes of others, that massive mechanical construct was likely some kind of strange aerial fortress.
However, in Buddha's eyes, it was not such a thing.
No, it could still be called an aerial fortress, but through his future vision, Buddha had glimpsed some of its truth.
Surprisingly, this thing was actually the body of this Primordial Emperor.
Just like in human science fiction, wasn't there such a concept? Uploading human consciousness into a machine to obtain an immortal body.
What was it called again? Mechanical Ascension, right?
This Primordial Emperor was essentially the same.
So, the human figure standing on the field was purely a holographic projection.
Of course, if this massive mechanical construct were purely a product of human technology, it would be easier to explain. The problem was that it seemed to combine mystical arts, supernatural forces, and technology.
This mechanical body gave him a feeling that victory might not be certain.
Moreover, after its appearance, Buddha sensed an invisible force weakening everyone.
And "everyone" here didn't just refer to the gods on his side but also included the Primordial Gods and their followers. Buddha even observed that the armies of this Primordial Emperor, which were currently counterattacking other mythological realms, had also been weakened.
It was an indiscriminate weakening of everyone except this Primordial Emperor.
Not only that, while others were weakened, he himself was strengthened.
It was as if the power drained from others was being added to himself—though this wasn't exactly the case, or he would be invincible.
And those who were weakened didn't even realize they had grown weaker, feeling no difference at all.
Of course, beings like Buddha now were affected the least by the weakening.
Upon careful perception, the reason Qin Shi Huang could extend this weakening effect across the entire Central Celestial Realm and other mythological realms was due to the interconnected spaces and the metal devices stabilizing the passages, allowing his seemingly conceptual ability to radiate outward.
"Then—the final battle between humanity and gods, the true ultimate battle—begins!!!"
With this declaration, Heimdall instantly scurried far away, afraid that if he were even a step too slow, he would be dragged into the fray.
This time, no specific battlefield was chosen. It was as if they had returned to the first match, with the duel taking place directly on the arena platform.
So, after Heimdall declared the start of the battle, all humans and gods in the audience held their breath, staring intently at this confrontation that could very well decide the future!
And then, ten seconds passed.
Neither side had moved yet, both watching the other.
The humans and gods in the audience weren't impatient. After all, this was the final battle, where even the slightest misstep could be fatal. Both sides were observing each other, waiting for the moment to seize the other's weakness and strike with thunderous force.
Then, a minute passed, and still no one moved. At this point, everyone began to feel confused.
Just then, memories flooded—no, surged like a deluge—into their minds.
Instantly, most humans and gods experienced excruciating pain in their heads, with some even fainting outright.
"Wh-what is this...?"
"So it wasn't that they weren't moving—they were already engaged in combat!"
"What is all this?!"
"A battle... transcending time and space!"
Not only that, but both humans and gods realized one thing: time had actually never been moving forward.
From the moment Heimdall declared the start of the battle, it was as if time throughout the entire world had stopped.
So, was someone controlling time? Had they halted it?
If that were the case, why hadn't their own time been stopped?
In reality, their time had indeed seemed to stop, but due to some peculiar circumstance, their consciousness appeared to continue moving as if unaffected by the temporal freeze.
Wasn't that utterly bizarre?
So, what was the truth?
The truth was that their brains had been instantly flooded with a massive influx of memories—countless battle memories of the two sides clashing repeatedly. These were memories from future battles pouring into their minds.
Moreover, these countless battle memories were like different repeated starting points.
It was akin to playing a video game, repeatedly reloading a save file after failing at an insurmountable level, searching for the right strategy...
Thus, the brains of all humans and gods were filled with these countless reloaded memories, creating the illusion that time was passing.
And the scenes from those battle memories left countless gods and humans stunned with terror.
The destruction of the Central Celestial Realm drew both warring sides into a vortex of annihilation, even pulling in the human and god spectators in the arena.
The battle even spilled over into various other mythological realms, with neither side showing any restraint—whether it was the Primordial Gods, their own allies, or the armies of the Primordial Emperor.
Their clash tore apart heaven and earth, destroyed worlds, and reduced everything to nothingness, yet they continued to fight.
"Ugh... blech!"
Suddenly, someone vomited—it was the youngest Valkyrie, Göll. The reason was that the cataclysmic battle had swept her up, causing her to fall into a pile of corpses.
The horrifying sight of the mutilated remains made her vomit uncontrollably.
Ah, why was her vision suddenly spinning wildly? Then, her head was abruptly embraced by someone—a girl named Irina Shidou.
She was staring at her in terror.
Why was she looking at her so fearfully?
Reflected in the other's eyes, Göll faintly saw that Irina was only holding a head? Without a body?
Huh?
The other girl's head had disappeared because a spatial rift behind her had suddenly swallowed it.
Ah, Göll's vision instantly went black.
But the blackout lasted only a moment. When she came to, she realized the arena was intact.
The Buddha and the Primordial Emperor in the arena were still standing motionless, locked in a stare-down.
Heimdall, the announcer, had just declared the beginning of the ninth and final round of the ultimate battle between humans and gods.
So, please, no more.
How many times had this repeated? She was going to break.
Since we're resetting again, why does everyone have to retain their memories?!
Are those memories real or fabricated?