As he finished speaking, a tall young man walked out of the Long River of Time behind him; it was Herodotus.
Herodotus, as the sharp blade among the ancient gods of time used to interfere with the material plane, naturally always followed.
It has always been Atabia who led the charge, paving the way first, because being immortal, he was most suited for the task.
Herodotus, after all, was a living ancient god; if killed, he would die.
The moment Herodotus stepped out, the entire legion present fixed their eyes on him.
"He has a physical form."
"I see, the opponent's 3% of matter didn't fully construct the map and left some matter for this man."
"Is he a Tenth-Layer ancient god? Hmm, calculating history, he traversed from 9 billion years ago, that era was just when the first Tenth-Layer ancient gods were emerging, so naturally, he would have cultivated to that level."
