Chapter 1 Sub-Dimensional World, Deep Layer

Here was a verdant land, lush and vibrant, with picturesque mountains and rivers teeming with life. At its very center stood a magnificent, intricately designed white tower, its surrounding buildings arranged in concentric circles, gradually decreasing in height from the inside out. An endless expanse of interconnected structures stretched as far as the eye could see, resembling a city built to protect the high tower.

The streets bustled with activity as diverse species lived harmoniously, most of whom were species existing in the main universe, with a small number of native races born in this sub-dimension.

Although the sky displayed the sun, moon, and countless stars, a Super-A Grade powerhouse present could detect faint magical patterns flickering subtly. These celestial scenes were illusions created by engraved magic circuits, not genuine realities.

At this moment, a delicate brown wooden table, crafted from magic-core wood – a precious material in magical alchemy – stood on the tower's rooftop terrace. Four ivory-white teacups, seemingly made of ceramic, sat on the table, filled with amber-colored tea. The steaming aroma filled the air, exuding a refreshing fragrance that involuntarily calmed the mind, indicating it was a valuable tea blend.

Four figures sat around the table, leisurely sipping tea while overlooking the boundless city below.

Suddenly, an almost intangible, ethereal figure materialized beside the table, as if space had abruptly created a convex mirror effect.

"My messenger has returned..."

One of the elders, draped in a magnificent mage robe, pressed his brow. His profound magical power transformed into an invisible vortex, instantly absorbing the phantom.

He closed his eyes, his expression as if savoring the moment, then suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"Something major seems to have happened in the main universe."

Hearing this, the others set down their teacups and looked over with curiosity.

"What happened over there?"

"See for yourselves."

The old mage flicked his finger, releasing strands of mental energy from his brow, which entered the minds of the other three, sharing the recent memory – the interstellar news regarding the Super-A Grade Association's changes.

"The Original One is alive? The Sanctuary revived?"

"Such a thing actually happened?"

The expressions of the others changed, revealing surprise.

"The changes in the main universe are truly happening faster than ever. Things once unimaginable seem to be coming true one by one. This is the tide of the era..." The old mage's tone was somewhat emotional.

"Let them change as they please. It's nothing to do with us. We retreated into seclusion long ago precisely to avoid being drawn into such turmoil," another person said, shaking his head.

Even advanced civilizations could not monitor the birth of every Super-A Grade. Everyone had different pursuits. Occasionally, a new Super-A Grade would be unwilling to compete for power, unwilling to display their abilities, or unwilling to participate in the changes of the era, choosing to live in seclusion after entering the Super-A Grade domain, hiding their hard-won power.

Because those who could advance to Super-A Grade were generally people with strong desires, such new Super-A Grades without ambition were relatively rare. Due to luck and other factors, they were not recorded by advanced civilizations.

The four people present were Super-A Grades who had long since retreated into seclusion. Sharing the same ideals, they left the main universe together, settling in the deep layer of the sub-dimensional world, hiding away, not caring what happened in the outside world.

This sub-dimension, named "Four Divine Kingdoms," was not formed naturally. The four chose a suitable dimension, introducing materials and people stolen from the main universe, transforming it into a utopian world. They also erased everyone's memories of the main universe, making the residents believe that this dimension was the entirety of the world. Generations had passed, and they deeply believed it.

The residents were far from war, enjoying the peace of seclusion, and almost everyone could live to a ripe old age, honoring the four as "Creator Gods."

The old mage shook his head, "Though that's what we say, the Sanctuary's revival is worth our attention. We will all decay one day. If we could obtain a second life, we could continue to exist."

"When we left, we didn't intend to return. Are we breaking our vows now?" Someone's tone was hesitant, having grown accustomed to seclusion, feeling a bit of agoraphobia, instinctively feeling repelled.

The old mage stroked his long beard, hesitating, "Let's observe a little longer. Now is not a good time to go back. The right time will be when everything has settled down. At that time, we can chat with that younger generation called Black Star."

Even the reclusive Super-A Grades who ignored worldly affairs could not help but be drawn to the revival of the Sanctuary. Not only the four present, but similar things were happening in various corners of the sub-dimensional world.

The Sanctuary's revival was like a depth charge, stirring up the sediment at the bottom of the sea, allowing some beings hidden in the shadows to begin entering the range of sunlight. Unseen currents surged in unnoticed corners.

...

Central Star Sea, within the territory of the EsGod Civilization, the Pantheon.

The main hall was filled with densely packed statues of gods, each with different forms. Some were majestic and brave, some were transcendent and refined, and some were indescribable. The only common point was that each was lifelike. Statues of gods from various religions circulating in the universe were all present, complete in variety.

"God-Chosen" Ulnan stood in the center of the hall, bowing his head in prayer. The silver-gray sacrificial robes of the priest moved without wind, and peculiar colorful spiritual lights fluttered around his enormous body. Upon closer inspection, the inside of these spiritual lights seemed to contain sentences of divine scripture.

At this moment, a priest led a high-level member of the EsGod Civilization in.

"High Priest, the Pope needs your help."

The EsGod Civilization high-level member placed his palm on his chest, nodded, and bowed, showing a respectful attitude.

Ulnan stopped praying, not turning his head, and said faintly, "Speak."

"Okay, because of the Sanctuary's revival, we have reached a new cooperation agreement with the Empire and the Crimson Dynasty, intending to form a joint scientific research team to study the Sanctuary's revival phenomenon ourselves. We plan to establish a secret research institute in the barren universe area between the three parties' territories. The Pope's intention is to invite a god to sit there."

"Okay."

Ulnan turned his head and pointed to a statue of an angel with a sword next to him—a god worshiped by a large religious sect, named "Babroye." In the mythology of that church, the divine duty of this god was equivalent to a "combatant."

At this moment, invisible energy spread, and the statue shook violently, shooting out a platinum-gold spiritual light from the inside out. The moment the light separated, the lifelike feeling of the statue disappeared, instantly becoming lifeless and devoid of spirituality.

The platinum-gold spiritual light merged into Ulnan's body. The next moment, with a crash, a phantom figure suddenly grew out of his back, giving the impression of bursting out of his body.

This phantom had pairs of luminous wings, holding a gorgeous long sword, exactly the same as the appearance characteristics of the statue, except that the body size and appearance were exactly the same as Ulnan, like a product of the combination of the two.

At this time, this phantom only stretched out his upper body, like conjoined twins. He supported Ulnan's broad shoulders with his hands, trying to pull himself out of Ulnan's body inch by inch.

In just a few seconds, this sword-wielding angel version of "Ulnan" successfully separated from the main body, fluttered its wings and floated in the air, scattering platinum-gold liquid energy all over the ground, and its body quickly transformed from a phantom to a physical form, with a strong aura, exuding high-level Super-A Grade energy fluctuations.

The two figures stood side by side, like different versions of the same person.

At this time, Ulnan himself slowly spoke:

"One god is enough, Babroye is enough to be competent for this task, take him over there."

"Okay, I will take him there, thank you for your gift."

The high-level member of the EsGod Civilization nodded and bowed again.

No matter how many times he saw this scene, he couldn't help but marvel secretly and feel reverence.

This is the guardian of the EsGod Civilization, the strongest person recognized by the entire universe for many years, the legendary "God-Chosen" who can enlighten gods...

One person is all the gods!

This is not just personal ability, one of the core cosmic treasures of the EsGod Civilization is also integrated into Ulnan's body, which created the title of "God-Chosen."

At this time, Ulnan saw that the other party had not left, and said lightly:

"Is there anything else?"

The high-level member of the EsGod Civilization came back to his senses and said quickly:

"There is one more thing, the Pope asked me to ask a question..."

"Ask."

The high-level member of the EsGod Civilization hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "The Pope wants to know, are you confident in killing Black Star?"

Hearing this, Ulnan finally turned his head to look at him, frowning.

"Not confident."

"...Okay, sorry to bother you, I'm leaving."

The high-level member of the EsGod Civilization had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

Watching the official disappear from sight, Ulnan retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to pray, never moving from his position, like a statue standing in place.

...

The news of the Sanctuary's revival quickly climbed to the top within a few days, and there was no sign of it fading within half a month. Major news media found new entry points and began to review the identities, experiences, and abilities of the revived people, which immediately hit the public's curiosity, and the ratings remained high.

At the same time, the production company of Wayne Cards stated that they would work overtime overnight to create a "Reviver" series of decks based on historical figures, obtain card packs by drawing cards, and formulate several new genres of gameplay based on the Sanctuary's revival, and the level of popularity has become superb.

Among all social classes, the reaction of Calamity Grade Supers was very strong.

Calamity Grades have the strength to occupy one side, preferring to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. A considerable number of Calamity Grades do not want to join Super-A Grade forces and live under the wings of others, but the existence of the Sanctuary's revival has shaken the thoughts of many people.

Generally speaking, Calamity Grades join Super-A Grade forces either to enjoy the shade under a big tree or to obtain Super-A Grade guidance. However, some people are well aware of their own potential and understand that they are not qualified to enter the Super-A Grade, so the motivation for hard training is not so strong. Many people stop moving forward and indulge in the power brought by power.

But now, the attraction of a second life is almost irresistible. Even Calamity Grade Supers who have long accepted their own mediocrity cannot help but have their motivation rekindled by greed.

Especially the Super-A Grade seeds among them, the impact on their hearts is the greatest.

Originally, most Super-A Grade seeds had a sense of arrogance. Not everyone craved Super-A Grade guidance. Even if they knew it would benefit them, some people did not want to work for others, after all, if you want to get something, you have to pay something, and it is impossible to work.

Some lone wolf-style Super-A Grade seeds just want to walk their own path, complete their sublimation by themselves, and then establish themselves as a force and become a leading figure in the universe.

But now the situation has changed. If you don't enter the Super-A Grade, you can't enjoy the Sanctuary's revival. This is a security guarantee. These potential stocks, which are only one step away from the Super-A Grade, are gradually wavering in their mentality, and their ideas are slowly leaning towards joining Super-A Grade forces, obtaining guidance, and obtaining the qualification for the Sanctuary's revival as soon as possible.

Most of the Supers who can become Super-A Grade seeds are decisive people. Once they make a decision, they quickly put it into action. For a time, many Super-A Grade seeds in various star fields stopped hard training, adjusted their schedules, and turned to go to the Shattered Star Ring.

Talented people all have arrogance, but most of the time, the reason why talented people are indifferent is just that the chips are not enough. "It smells so good" is a universal law.