"Not afraid."
Mandarās lips curled into a smile, "When I die, a new heaven will be born. My life is limited, thirty years of life, and thatās exciting enough."
He revealed a pure smile, "I believe that thirty years is an interesting enough number for any strong person, making those who donāt understand to cherish their lives, start to treasure themselves."
Mandar was an idealist. He wanted to make the world orderly and brilliant in this way.
Everyone becomes splendid and short-lived like mortals.
Everyone becomes like the moths to a flame in the myths of the Butterfly Race, what a magnificent scene that would be?
"Let me change this pathetic world." This Dao whispered, eyes holding a pure holiness, "I will force you to stop! Choose my world!"
"Madman, madman!!!" Wolf couldnāt help but shout.
Wolf suddenly realized.
The babies of these worlds, they all have their own personalities and philosophies, they are all living beings.
The tenth trial babyās idealism made him a martyr regardless of anything.
This made Wolf feel a sense of reverence.
But Wolf also understood that even if they were good people, they stood on the opposite side, and he must defeat them to continue!
"We will not stop, our lives and dreams are as long and distant!" Wolf said coldly.
"Hahaha! Why do you impose your thoughts on others?"
Mandar smiled slightly, looking at Madra beside him, "Son, are you willing to live happily with me for thirty years, or live a dull and tedious life for hundreds of thousands of years?"
"Of course, thirty years!" The candid child Madra nodded, he lacked love and felt that even brief happiness was true happiness.
Indeed, happiness is cherished because it is fleeting; it is cherished because it appears as happiness.
"You see."
"You contemptible adults donāt have as high realization as I, a dead man, do."
Mandarās eyes showed a hint of mockery, "Pursuing higher realms and longer life, your dreams are nothing but becoming larger parasites in the world, such a laughable thing."
"Furthermore, not all battles require face-to-face confrontation."
"I have changed the way I fight against you."
"I will swallow the world of the living, drive the gods into the world of death, leaving you with only thirty years of life."
"I will use life expectancy as a blade, using thirty years to kill all your opponents."
This baby stood with hands behind his back, eyes calm and unruffled.
The incredibly ugly Madra beside him looked on with admiration, revealing a mouth of sharp teeth, "So cool, Father is just too cool! With this fighting method, those gods are sure to die."
"Fighting without using oneās brain, forever fools."
Mandar looked at this ugly child, "Your trait is to twist parallel worlds, but your previous battles were like a pile of dung, totally not utilizing your profoundness, donāt fight directly! Otherwise, youāll be attacked and killed by those despicable adults."
Madra nodded, feeling he had learned something.
Fatherās move doesnāt involve direct combat but uses the worldās rules, uses death, to kill everyone.
Using heaven and earth to kill enemies, that is the battle of gods!
"Itās over." Wolf could already imagine that tragic scene.
How to kill this boss?
To kill him, the gods and even his companions would have to enter the world of death.
And once inside, thereās only thirty years of life left.
The opponent just needs to keep entangling with you, avoid fighting you directly, and wait for you to die of old age, thatās it.
The others donāt want to live long either.
They just want to hold you back, fixing the twelve ascension trialsā world at this tenth trial, so you canāt continue ascending.