Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

"No, this can't be true!"

"I am the hero destined to become a leader, how could I just..."

Adori saw the anomaly on his body and felt the familiar fear of black lines crawling all over him.

Facing death, Adori screamed, losing control of his emotions.

At the same time, he wanted to beg for mercy and was willing to betray everything to survive.

However, no one cared about what he thought.

Just like the scenes that had once happened in a dream.

In Adori's private room, this hero, second to none in the civilization of the three-eyed people, and towering over billions.

Became nothing more than powder as the black lines tightened,

And finally splattered all over the room.

So that after a while, the trusted ones who noticed the strange occurrence and forcibly opened the door were all shocked.

"Adori... Lord Adori... is dead!"

The news of Adori's death quickly spread across the entire planet.

Along with the previous mass dream entry incident among large crowds.

The speculation that Adori dreamed of the Evil God and was harmed for stopping the Evil God quickly circulated in small circles.

The leader seemed quite anxious about this and once again summoned heroes scattered across the world to meet.

This time, the people working below were not optimistic that the heroes could suppress the public opinion about the Evil God.

Especially since it seemed that even the heroes were like ants that could be remotely crushed in the face of the Evil God.

Many of the three-eyed people couldn't help but speculate that perhaps soon, the heroes, representing the entire civilization, might compromise to the Evil God... No, to that True God from the Constant Star.

The three-eyed people speculated quite accurately.

Just like what the leader is doing during the ritual at this very moment.

This leader of the three-eyed civilization had the summoned heroes walk into the grand meeting room.

Then, in this meeting room, with a heavy strike of the staff on the ground by the leader,

A strange red light emerged throughout the meeting room.

The heroes inside were startled, looking around to discover that the walls, ceiling, and floor of the circular meeting room,

Were all covered with red lines and bizarre characters emitting a strange red glow.

These lines and characters, after the leader used his staff to unleash his superpower, generated some mysterious power.

Making all the heroes feel the danger.

"Leader! What are you doing?"

"My lord, you're insane!"

Some heroes stood up, wanting to approach the leader on the stage.

But just as they lifted their legs, they were suddenly weakened and half-kneeled on the ground.

The heroes immediately remembered that to gain the leader's trust, they had let the leader leave his mark on them.

Although this mark was one-time use, it could make them lose control of their bodies at a critical moment.

At the same time, in the red light, threads pierced into the kneeling heroes.

Making every hero feel the approach of death at this moment.

"Why are you doing this?"

"My lord, I am your loyal follower!"

"Spare us, my lord, no matter what you want to do, we will support you!"

"Alas!"

The leader looked at the various forms of distress among the heroes filling the hall.

He shook his head:

"Look at your current state, where is the semblance of ancient heroes?"

"For so many years, I, the leader, have worn myself out maintaining balance!"

"But you heroes have always been this way, only knowing how to fight for power and benefits in front of others, unaware of how much trouble I, as the leader, have to manage behind the scenes."

"The three-eyed civilization can't continue like this."

"Coincidentally, the True God's gaze is upon us."

"To gain the True God's attention and become the most special and favored child of the civilization."

"The entire civilization only needs me alone."

After saying this,

All heroes in the meeting room turned pale.

Even the most dull-witted, hearing the leader's somewhat maniacal words,

Looking at the thin yet ruddy old man on the platform,

They shuddered, realizing that this leader, this old man, truly intended to kill them all!

This leader, the most powerful hero of their three-eyed civilization,

Had been inclined to believe in the Evil God in the dream from the start!

All the forthcoming arrangements were just to reduce the number of heroes in the civilization and prepare to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Only to welcome the advent of the Evil God in the dream.

He, as the leader, was undoubtedly the first person in the civilization of the three-eyed people, with no second contender to share the possibly forthcoming divine favor!

Looking at those terrified, incredulous eyes,

The leader sneered in his heart.

How could these fools know that as the strongest hero,

After seeing the True God in a dream, he comprehended vast amounts of mysterious knowledge.

It was from this knowledge that the leader understood his own insignificance and the greatness of the True God.

Understood the wondrous deeds that the power he wielded could accomplish.

He was indeed extraordinarily gifted, comprehending the use of Spirit Light Stones to help set up formations to hasten the arrival of the True God.

Among all this, what made the leader most concerned and driven to madness was immortality.

Although the leader was the strongest hero,

Even the strongest ability couldn't stop the erosion of time.

The leader awoke every morning, feeling his body growing ever more frail and incapable.