Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 668: The Crowning of All Races

Divine Domain was an ability Origin Level 1 transcendents could grasp by accruing many experiences and achieving self-realization, and it served to manifest one’s being as a world law. Those who grasped Divine Domain could join the ranks of gods.

Having fought many tough battles, Roel had a grasp on his Divine Domain, but he couldn’t conceptualize it as it hadn’t been long since he reached Origin Level 1. However, he overcame this hurdle after witnessing Artasia’s miracle and absorbing a portion of the Savior’s powers.

Countless lights shone from Roel’s body, illuminating the dark space. They flowed into the spiraling time, swiftly corrupting the Savior’s worlds. At the same time, countless blurry figures began to appear in the darkness.

The world was changing. Time was reversing. The System’s notification revealed the name of Roel’s Divine Domain—Path of Justice.

The Savior raised his head in shock as he realized something—Roel’s Divine Domain was related to time as well. “I see. That’s the reason you can exist here. But so what? All you can do is to protect yourself. You’re unable to shake my Divine Domain at all.”

“Shake your Divine Domain? No, my Divine Domain doesn’t seek to interfere with time. It seeks to inherit it,” Roel said.

As more blurry figures appeared, Roel raised his hand, and the flow of time stalled to a halt. These blurry figures immediately turned corporeal; some of them were familiar faces to Roel, whereas others weren’t.

He recognized the wild Ro, the stern Winstor, and the obstinate but principled Carolyn. These figures were all ancestors of the Kingmaker Clan, and they gathered beside Roel. Their bodies seemed to be made of condensed firelight, as if lanterns watching over history.

These were the warriors of the Kingmaker Clan who had fought against tyranny from the ancient era till now. They had been the guardians of humankind through the eras. Their candlelight eyes were passed down through the generations like a torch representing their will.

Yet, the Savior laughed at this sight.

“This

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