What the Heck? Why Does This History Keep Going in Circles???

In a dark, lifeless space, a rosy-cheeked little boy leads countless peak experts from innumerable worlds. They stand on the brink of battle, facing a mysterious figure shrouded in a dazzling, multicolored aura.

Wu Ming: “Where there's oppression, there's resistance! Brothers, let's punch a hole through the heavens!”

Lu Dongxuan: “I haven't held a sword in eight hundred years. Today, I'll cleave open the heavens.”

Li Chungang: “Can my sword that opens heaven's gate also slay the Heavenly Dao?”

Wang Xianzhi: “One punch is all I need.”

Xu Que: “Blowing up the heavens? I'm an expert at that. Where are the million members of my Heaven-Blasting Gang?”

Duan Jiude: “My million are here.”

Ergouzi: “My gang is here.”

Xu Que: “...”

Han Li quietly retreats behind the others. “I, Li Feiyu, will give it my all!”

Li Fuyao: “I have a sword whose aura stretches ninety thousand miles.”

Ning Que: “My wife used to be as arrogant as you. As for now, heh!”

Sage Kong: “When things are unjust, they cry out. A gentleman may be reserved, but never cowardly. When faced with injustice, he should stand up and speak out.”

Facing all the top experts under this world's Heavenly Dao, the figure beneath the aura does not move an inch. Only a distant, ethereal heavenly voice echoes in everyone's ears.

“You insignificant ants dare dream of devouring Heaven? Since you've come, none of you are leaving.”