In the minds of the captured Ixionians, they are all doing their own thing, and some of them suddenly find themselves in strange places, but because of the similarity of the surrounding buildings, they can still judge that they are in the territory of the Empire.

However, in the next moment, the memories transmitted to their minds by the gods of time and space completely shattered the worldview of the 200,000 Ixionians.

Almost without realizing it, the entire world has been captured by an unimaginably powerful being to the universe 10,000 years later, and in this time, the Ixion Empire has long since become history, and the great people who once created a magnificent history have disappeared into the long river of time.

Under the arrangement of the true gods, these plane visitors have a clear understanding of the fate of the Ixion Empire in the original timeline.

Born of gods, destroyed by gods, the Titans destroyed this glorious human civilization, but before this civilization was completely destroyed, the unwilling imperial gods once again opened the seal of the root of all evil.

And at this moment, sensing the aura of the Gate Order to be even stronger, the 'terminal station of the chaotic world' in the eyes of the Great Sage of the Empire, the sleeping old rulers of the Lightless Sea, have awakened one after another, and entered the multiverse through the gap torn by the empire.

It was the first time that the Old Dominators had appeared on the stage of history, and the Titans had never seen such a powerful, eerie, and indescribable existence, unable to converse, unable to understand, impossible to ignore, and thus, a great war had never been seen before.

As a result of this war, the passages of the Chaos World were sealed again, and countless old rulers were either driven back to the Lightless Sea, or sealed in various corners of the multiverse, and some fell on the spot.

In order to achieve the above results, the universe of the Ten Thousand Worlds was broken apart, forming a post-archipelago-like structure.

As the initiator of the war at that time, the Titans suffered countless casualties, and the most powerful Titan King left an indelible wound in that war, sometimes calm, sometimes crazy, unable to rule the entire universe perfectly, and since then laid the foundation for the weakening of the race.

In the aftermath of the Great War, new forces arose, claiming to be gods, and taking advantage of the devastation of the Titans to wage a second great war.

The Titans were defeated and exiled to the lowest level of the abyss, Tartarus, and since then, the gods have ruled the universe, a force that continues to this day.

Ten thousand years passed in a blink of an eye, and the people of Ixion who had traveled to the future felt only a deep sense of absurdity, yet the deep imprint of memory reminded them of the truth of the event.

Many vulnerable people are unable to adapt and choose to commit suicide.

Some people want to seal this layer of memory, but they can't, so some people choose to commit suicide, while others choose to seal their original memories and live in the future as an amnesiac.

These groups of people are a minority whose sensibilities have gone to extremes, and most of them have become fragile and confused by the spiritual hints of the god of time and space, so they have been able to let their faith take advantage of it.

However, as the race that is most likely to give birth to outliers, there are also strong people in this group of Empires who accept the truth calmly and are not bewitched by the gods of time and space.

"Great beings, why are you so teasing us mortals?"

"You have more power than the Titans, are you only obsessed with teasing mortals?"

The man who questioned the god of time and space was the sage of the Ixion Empire.

Ten thousand years ago, before magic was born, the Ixion Empire extracted energy from the void for energy use, warriors used it to refine their bodies, and alchemists used it to cleanse their souls and specialize in cultivating their brains.

Alchemists who are obsessed with the development of the brain domain improve their strength by constantly evolving their brains, and the more they evolve, the stronger the alchemist's strength and higher status.

The Sage is a powerful being given to the alchemist community that allows the brain to form seven evolutions.

After the decay of the body, their souls can live longer by constantly replacing them with new vessels, up to two thousand years.

Because of their great strength, profound wisdom, and long lifespan, and the form of life that far exceeds that of ordinary humans, the Sages are the most powerful people in the Ixion Empire.

The sage in front of him is the administrator of Hongchen Province 10,000 years ago, and his real combat power is between the mythical level and the demigod level, and the brain that has evolved more than seven times is close to one of the auxiliary brains of the intelligent brain before the night has not evolved.

For mortals, the sage is a high-ranking being, comparable to the gods, but in front of the real gods, they are just a group of large ants.

At this moment, in the face of the ant's questioning, the god of time and space did not explain too much, but waved his hand to suppress it.

The powerful Sage of Ixion was imprisoned by his divine power in only an instant, and his own powerful spiritual power was shattered from the front by an even more powerful divine power the moment it was struck.

The sage instantly felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, his face turned extremely pale, and his expression was filled with great horror and despair.

However, even with the understanding of this chasm-like gap, the sage's rebellion is still not ready to stop.

With a roar, the white robe on the Imperial Sage's body floated up without wind, and the void plate instantly appeared obvious condensation, and countless lines emerged, constantly weaving a physical appearance around the sage.

The methods of the alchemists of Ixion's time are undoubtedly crude and rudimentary to today's eyes, but the disasters they cause are just as simple and crude.

Under the invisible outline of the Imperial Sage, a huge iron figure appeared in front of the god of time and space.

This is a genuine giant soldier, both in appearance and size, far more luxurious than the Wanderer class of the Kishutar Empire, the mix of gold and bronze highlights the classical charm, and the exquisite structural stitching shows the high craftsmanship of the alchemist.

Ten thousand years ago, alchemists were haughty.

They conquered the plane, refined the stars, and based on the Titans, they continued to create one powerful giant god after another, piloted by the alchemist himself, and could exert a combat power that amazed the Titans.

It is precisely because of this self-confidence that the sages of Ixion have the capital to defy all mortal races, and even dare to carry out god-making plans to challenge the dominance of the Titans.

The Sage is the most arrogant of these proud alchemists, and in their eyes there is nothing to fear, only something that has not yet been conquered.

What about the true God? If we dare to go to war with the Titans, how can we fear you despicable gods!

At the roar of the Imperial Sage, the giant god soldier let out a violent roar, and immediately entered combat mode.