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Chapter 78 The Root is the Perfect Path
The written records on the parchment scrolls end here.

But in fact, Kronos didn't spread it all out, and part of it was still rolled up.

This section is a map of the nearby Broken World community.

Those who left it did put a lot of thought into it in order to give the best to its successors.

Every line on the map is so clear, and every annotation is so neatly written.

But, that doesn't do much for Kronos.

He is the previous generation of God King, and the person who arranged the parchments could only be regarded as a servant when he was still ruling the earth. The gap between the two is immeasurable.

The land measured by the person who recorded it all his life, together with his lost 630 ray of time, in the eyes of Cronus, is just the ramblings of mortals, and the reason is nothing more than powerlessness.

If it were him, it would take less than ten years to explore these worlds.

But as a successor, Cronus still gave this unknown god enough respect.

His big hand swept across the ground, sweeping away the gravel and dust, making the ground level, and then spread out all the parchments in his hand on the ground.

He stroked the map inch by inch with his fingers, estimating the approximate position of his best friend Uriah in his heart.

Because Uriah has already embarked on the road of "wandering" first.

Kronos looked up at the dim sky, then lowered his head and continued to look at the parchment.

"I'm coming back." He thought to himself.

Sure enough, a chaotic chasm leading to the inside of the world was opened immediately, and Uriah's calm and steady voice came from inside.

"I am back."

Kronos greeted him: "Just come back. Is there any gain?"

Uriah imitated Cronus and sat down cross-legged in front of the parchment, and the crack behind him slowly closed.

He shook his head: "Yes, but very few. This map is still too old, and many things recorded on it have been lost."

"Judging from this, the recorder is separated from us by at least ten living years."

"The map he left can only be used as a reference."

Kronos chuckled: "Don't be discouraged, this is all expected."

"You can focus on those more complete worlds, and they can retain more things."

"And, I have a guess."

Uriah: "What kind of guesswork."

Kronos smiled and said: "Do you know the gladiatorial fights of mortals? A group of people who know nothing about fighting are forced to gather together. They fight in twos, and the outcome is life and death. The loser exits, and the winner continues. Until the strongest man known as the king of gladiators is selected."

"This strongest man has everyone's lives on his back, and he knows everyone's fighting skills."

"Don't you think this is very similar to us? According to the records on the parchment scroll, there must not be very few homeless people. But in fact, we are not free, nor are we wandering freely."

"We can only endure loneliness, and we are forced to endure loneliness. Because we can't retreat, we retreat to the present world, and we will die, so we can only go forward, or in other words, everyone can only be forced to forward."

"What we desire is not to find the so-called first world. What we desire is to accumulate enough strength to deal with the threat of death behind us, and then return to this world to restore the identity and joy of a god."

"And now, the number of homeless people is unknown, and the world's resources are limited..."

"So we are a group of gladiators forced to come together." Uriah responded to Kronos.

His expression became stern, and the indifference of being about to face a fight appeared on his calm face.

He has already prepared, this is his truest appearance.

As a rare ancient god who does not have absolute power and still acts alone for a long time, Uriah can exist for such a long time, and it is not as simple as hiding.

He continued what Cronus said: "It's still the group that had no experience in gladiatorial combat at first."

"If we want to accumulate enough strength to deal with the danger behind us, we must move forward, and we must face ourselves who have already wandered with a weak attitude. Only by defeating him and taking everything from him can we continue to move forward capital."

Having said that, Uriah lowered her head, trying not to let Cronus see her eyes.

"It's hard, almost impossible," he said.

As he spoke, he pointed to the parchment that was spread out on the ground: "It's also the first time I've seen you take it out so solemnly, and you usually don't care about it."

"Have you decided? Decided to give up on the path of the roots and continue to move forward, and choose to adopt such a dangerous way as "wandering"."

"I think you should think carefully. After all, you have already broken the root limit once, and you will definitely be able to do it a second time, a third time, or even countless times."

Kronos stared at Uriah's cheek.

After Uriah finished speaking, he reached out and picked a fruit from the branch of the golden apple tree hanging down beside him.

One bite, and the golden sweet juice overflows.

"What about you? Are you going to face a godless battle alone?" Kronos asked casually.

But the next moment his tone became as cold as a blade, and he shouted loudly: "Your god king has not yet fallen to the point where he needs his best friend to die."

"Show your arrogance, Uriah. The enemy is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that you dare not face him."

Uriah replied in a low voice: "No, I have never been afraid. But I think, since you have found a suitable way to advance on the root path, then you don't need to take risks."

Kronos was silent for a while, then took another bite of the apple.

"The path to the root is not as simple as you think," he said.

"It is said that the weak seek strength, and the strong seek their heart. But the root cause is incomprehensible and incomprehensible."

"It's just a dead thing, and you are the proof of its existence. As for your inner strength, that's something only you will know."

"I was also decadent and silent for most of my life before I surpassed the limitations given to me by my previous personality and realized "my time". This understanding of time is not given to me by the source or authority, but is my own. .”

"It was me who widened the upper limit of my own roots, and I who pushed it to heights it had never and could not reach."

"Indeed, root, secret, wandering and the belief of Zeus, the path of root is the most perfect."

"But where is the way?"

"There is no road at all. Every footprint on the root road is actually left by myself..."

"Also, the situation is not that bad."

"Have you forgotten? I am the great one, different from the original gods who were born great, I am the one who became great later..."

(End of this chapter)