On the main peak of White Tiger Temple, Angma and Baihu Xueqi's incarnation stand side by side, looking out to the west.

The spring sun is extremely bright, the temperature in Kunlai Mountains is warming up, and the melting snow on the mountain gathers into a stream, rushing through tears on the vast frozen plain. The air is very clear, and you can vaguely see the Panlong Ridge City Wall at the end of your sight, and the towering Kaipa giant tree on the Mantis Plateau.

"I believe you can completely end this war, but... guide the mantid tribe?" Bai Huxue shook her head in anger and said nothing.

The Supreme Gods all knew that Angma was trying to use the power of order contained in the body of Yashaji and Thunder God to create a supreme artifact. Once Yashaji's heart is checked and balanced, it can no longer emit the dark aura of the ancient god, and the fundamental motivation of the mantid to attack Jinxiu Valley will disappear.

The dozens of centuries-old wars of reincarnation since the mantid settled in the wasteland of fear are bound to come to an end. After all, the root of faith is no longer there. Why should the mantid who crazyly believe in Yashaji go all out to continue a meaningless war?

Witnessing a series of feats Angma has done, and the Supreme Gods believe that he can do this.

but……

However, they did not agree with Angma's point of view. He firmly believed that the mantids were expected to become a race facing the light, and begged them to guide the mantids as if they were guided to the pandas in their early years, helping them get out of the haze of the past and become a group that truly enjoys freedom after the dust settles.

This sounds incredible.

"Have Lord Xuewu heard of Aidra Nirub in the north? Six thousand years ago, the spider demon clan of the Akiworm branch had been defeated by the hands of the trolls and fled to the frozen land in the extreme north to settle down. Because their connection with the ancient gods was forced to be cut off, they accidentally broke away from the control of the will of the dark void in thousands of years of evolution and created a glorious and prosperous underground kingdom. Although they are not justice, their understanding of this world and even their style of conduct are very different from ordinary intelligent races, but it is undeniable that when this world faces unprecedented disasters, they will also regard themselves as an inseparable part of the world and contribute their strength to protect the world and protect their common home."

Angma said softly, while talking to himself in his heart. Unfortunately, when I returned to the main timeline, eight out of ten spider demons became members of the Lich King's resurrection army.

Xue turned his head and looked at Angma, then smiled bitterly: "After returning from the Mantis Plateau, Shaohao often told me that he could not see through the mystery in you. I told him that in fact, even I couldn't see through... You are too mysterious, an outsider. Your age and experience are obviously not enough to give you such a far-sighted vision, but the fact is that. You seem to not belong to our plane, and have stood at a very high level, just like us looking down at the ants under our feet, with a clear idea..."

Angma was stunned when she heard this.

In a trance, he returned to countless days and nights. Prince Kelthas led twenty-one warriors to Queldanas Island and fought with countless resurrections for a day. Finally, he successfully overloaded the Sunwell and caused him to explode, preventing his tribe from the poison of the remaining psychic spells...

After returning, the words that the tired Prince Kelthas said to him were no different from those of Baihuxue. For this world, he was just a bystander, and all wars and sacrifices were just changes in the other world depicted by words. Without worrying about it, he could certainly criticize the current problems from a clear perspective.

Thinking about it now, Angma felt like she was a different life.

The voice, appearance and smiles of many tribesmen came to their hearts. Angma suppressed the longing in his heart and said, "I said arrogantly, Lord Xueqiu, I did this just to ensure our world when the final catastrophe comes."

Xuefu thought of the illusion that Angma presented for him - the final battle of the Void Majesty to destroy Azeroth...

"No, you're right," Bai Huxue breathed a sigh of anger. "For six thousand years, we have witnessed too much madness. The mantid's enthusiasm for Yashaji's heart is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. I'm just worried, is there any possibility that the mantid is really going to be better?"

The Supreme God treats all races with kindness equally, from simple-minded pandas to warlike bisons. If the mantids could really get rid of the dark will of void like the spider demons mentioned by Angma, they would not refuse to accept them.

Hate is not the source of Xue Angry’s worries.

No matter how unforgettable hatred is, it will eventually be resolved. Just like when the Mogu Empire rose, the monkey who was like the same brothers as the Jinyu people had no way to compete with the power of Thunder God. He betrayed his former allies in order to seek preferential treatment, resulting in the Jinyu people being defeated and their clans became slaves. After that, both sides were in power and never ended. It was not until recent years that, under the mediation of most of the Supreme Gods, they had the momentum to reconcile.

Thousands of years have passed since that betrayal, and the cowardice and mistakes of our ancestors should not be borne by this generation of monks. If they make the same mistakes again, they will punish them again. But the Supreme God firmly believes that this generation of monks has understood the true meaning of truth, goodness and beauty under their own teachings, and will no longer commit the same crimes that are difficult to write.

Similarly, there are mantids, although the situation is countless times more complicated.

Looking at the long time scale, as generations grow old, the tragic wars that arose from the past due to blindness and madness, and the deep hatred written by countless blood will dissipate in the long river of history.

The Supreme God already knows the final battle revealed by Angma. As the incarnation of wisdom, when the reformed mantid extends an olive branch to the tribe on the side of the Panlong Ridge, they will not ask the pandas to treat the mantids who bring countless sadness to themselves like monkeys and brocade fishmen. After all, no one can truly be exempted from the world. But this land will eventually usher in real peace. Once the crisis comes, all individuals will stand up.

But all this has a prerequisite, that is...

The mantid can get rid of the control of the ancient gods. Otherwise, even if you say a thousand things and ten thousand things, you are essentially evil, how can you guide you?

Angma knew what Xue Nu was worried about, "I understand your worries, and I can't guarantee that without the heart of Yashaji, the mantid will definitely be able to escape the control of the ancient gods. After all, the other ancient gods are still alive, but if you don't try it, even if the years required for this transformation will be thousands of years, who knows what the result will be?"

Xueqi's incarnation nodded, "Okay, I will."

After a while, the supreme god suddenly said: "Outsider, I can feel that you clearly know the solution to the catastrophe in the next few years... For you, it is nothing to prevent the world from harming it. But why...?"

"Helling?" Angma asked back.

Xue blinked angrily, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

Angma sighed deeply, gently raised his right hand, and the power of order that surged from his palm formed the scene of talking to the "Fallen One" over the Well of Eternity.

"Mr. Xuefur, you know, I came from ten thousand years later. At this time, and all the disasters that will surely bring disasters to this world are just recorded in history books, or even specific historical events in a certain year and a certain day..."

"...The war you mentioned was called the 'Ancient War' by the clans of later generations. I could completely try to resolve it before the catastrophe came - although I don't know if my method will work..."

“…but this incident also deeply troubled me.”

When Angma spoke, he was also talking to the Fallen One in the illusion. When asked, “Why should I rewrite history at this time and create a world that prepares for wars in future generations ten thousand years in advance, or ignore the ancient wars and seek other good ideas after returning”, the Fallen One answered only one sentence—

Follow your own voice.

The fantasy dissipated, and the snow angrily fell into deep thought.

Angma sighed, "Mr. Xuefen, I am just a mortal after all. I can't do it without worries. Choosing the former is everything I know, everything that makes me today: my tribe, my lover, my adoptive father, my relatives and friends will all disappear due to the change of timeline... When choosing the latter, I must watch countless beauty disappear in this catastrophe... If I were the one who was once a weak young man, I would not feel a little guilty. But now I have the power to rewrite history, which is ridiculous. I always feel... I have the responsibility to do something, otherwise the guilt will accompany me for life. Sometimes I would rather be just a little bit of a person who goes with the flow than to endure such inner struggles."

If the Battle of the Ancients is not rewrite, Elisander will suffer ten thousand years of pain...

Angma looked at the foot of the mountain and smiled bitterly, "I call myself a prophet, but I really don't deserve my name."

Xueqi said, "We can analyze it rationally. You don't know the consequences of choosing the former. Although you have extraordinary abilities, you have no ability in the end. Will the modified timeline really be better than the timeline you came from?"

Angma frowned and meditated, "Indeed, I also think... the battle of ancient times was a necessary training for all races. But this understanding was not deep enough to eliminate the guilt that aroused indifferentness in my heart..."

"I can only say, follow your own voice." Xueyouyou said.

...

Angma took a deep breath, and he knew that Xuenu could not give him a real answer. He had a long conversation with Xuenu, just hoping that the wisdom of the Supreme God could give him comfort in his heart. His eyes returned to his former coldness and asked, "Are Shaohao ready?"

"We are all ready, only you and the advanced guardians will bring the Heart of Yashaji."

"Okay, then I'll go to Jinxiu Valley now."
Chapter completed!