E-class is the Weakest? My Clones are All God-level!

at the same time.Tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Free Federation, in the far north, a forbidden zone for life, temperatures remain below -100 degrees Celsius year-round, and frost capable of slicing through high-level shields dances in the air. Extreme cold storms rage, and even the laws of space have become sluggish.As far as the eye can see, there are only endless glacial faults and ice abysses. No beast can survive here; even a fire-type professional of level 70 or above would be frozen into an ice sculpture within minutes of entering.However, on this desolate icy plain, a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit slowly walked over.He was dressed in thin clothes, leaning on a black cane, and walked calmly in the bitter cold. The extreme cold storm subsided and vanished instantly when it came within three meters of him.His leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ancient ice. Finally, he stopped and stood on a piece of extreme ice.Mr. Duan raised his head and gazed at the faint outline of the ruins deep within the ice beneath his feet."Finally, the last stop."The Eighth World.It was once the most glorious world for humankind.Mr. Duan's gaze pierced through the ice, looking down at the ruins known as the "Throne of Despair"."Now, this is the most crucial step in all my plans."He traversed countless ages, orchestrating events across numerous eras. From the first to the seventh world, he treated the top powerhouses of the old era as backup batteries, devouring their fundamental laws. And in this eighth world, the remnant souls of those powerful figures who once followed him in conquering alien beasts ultimately betrayed him lie dormant.Once he absorbs all the power here, his incomplete higher-dimensional godhood will be completely restored. At that time, he will possess the absolute power to reshape the underlying logic of the universe.Mr. Duan raised his cane.Without activating any magic or releasing any skills, it simply fell downwards at will.The staff gently tapped the ice surface."bite."A clear sound exploded across the ice field.With a soft sound, a wave of high-dimensional law flowed from the tip of the staff into the millennia-old ice.The ice surface, which even forbidden spells could not shake, cracked with a "crack" sound.The ice surface slowly cracked.A massive crack stretched into the earth. Immediately afterwards, the polar ice rapidly melted, dissipating into the air as energy.In the blink of an eye, a downward-facing ice staircase took shape beneath Mr. Duan's feet, leading straight to the underground.At the end of the stairs, the vortex at the entrance to the ruins began to shimmer.It was a massive vortex radiating a ghostly blue light, swirling with chaotic spatial laws and fragments of time.Mr. Duan, with a calm expression, stepped into the vortex.He was enveloped by higher-dimensional power, his figure twisted in the vortex, and then disappeared completely.The wind and snow in the far north continued to howl, as if nothing had happened.When he reappeared, he was already in another time and space.The scene before my eyes has been completely transformed.Gone are the biting winds and frost; in their place is bright sunshine.Here, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, and the sunshine feels warm and comforting.Mr. Duan found himself at a huge crossroads.Beneath my feet is a flat, wide asphalt road, with clearly visible white zebra crossings.The traffic lights flashed alternately above the intersection, making a rhythmic ticking sound.Vehicles flowed continuously.All kinds of cars speed by on the road, the roar of engines, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the occasional horn blast, weaving together a vibrant urban symphony.Pedestrians come and go.On the sidewalk, office workers in sharp suits are hurrying along, still holding unfinished breakfasts in their hands; young mothers pushing strollers are patiently waiting for the green light at the intersection, gently playing with their babies in the strollers; and young people in sportswear are wearing headphones and weaving through the crowd on skateboards.A magnificent large screen is embedded in the towering building next to it.The big screen was playing the latest clothing advertisements for the season, with vibrant colors and clear sound that carried throughout the entire block.Just then, several young girls walked past Mr. Duan, chatting and laughing.They were wearing youthful and beautiful dresses, holding cups of milk tea that were steaming cold."Have you bought the movie tickets for tonight?""I bought it a long time ago! I heard that the newly released comedy is really funny.""Great! Let's go get some barbecue after the movie!"The girls' clear laughter echoed in the air, their faces radiating genuine ease and joy. There was no fear of survival, no worry about the strange beasts, and no shadow of impending death.Everything looked so harmonious and peaceful.Mr. Duan stood on the street corner, quietly watching all of this.He concealed his presence and blended into the bustling city like an ordinary passerby.Looking at the carefree pedestrians, a rare hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.This is a spiritual projection of the Eighth World, the deepest memory left at the bottom of the laws of the era he destroyed with his own hands."That's great."Mr. Duan murmured softly.He took a deep breath.There was no gunpowder or bloodshed, only car exhaust and the aroma of coffee from the street corner.This is a world without strange beasts.Ordinary people can plan for the future and enjoy life without having to frantically level up just to survive or struggle on the edge of life and death.This kind of peace is something that modern humans wouldn't even dare to dream of.Mr. Duan gripped his cane tightly.He destroyed the Eighth World, killed countless people, and bore an infamy that spanned generations, but only he himself knew what his ultimate goal was."Perhaps it won't be long before I can create such a world."As long as he devours the last source and overthrows the Heavenly Dao system, he can establish a truly eternal era belonging to humanity on the ruins.A world of eternal peace, free from strange beasts.Just then."squeak--"A yellow taxi stopped in front of Mr. Duan.The car window rolled down, and the driver was a middle-aged man wearing a gray jacket, with wrinkles around his eyes and a kind and gentle face."Hey buddy, wanna take a taxi?"Mr. Duan looked at the driver, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.He smiled and nodded, then opened the back door and sat inside.The car door closed, shutting out the noise.The taxis restarted and merged back into the traffic.A cold wind was blowing inside the car, and the meter ticked rhythmically. The two fell into a brief silence.Mr. Duan leaned back in his seat, watching the street scene recede outside the window.After a while, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and started talking first."Is this your first time here, sir?"His voice was calm, carrying the warmth of a driver.Mr. Duan did not turn his head, but shook his head."But it's been a long time since I've been here."The driver turned on his turn signal and overtook a bus."Has it been a long time since you've been here?"The driver continued asking questions, following up on the conversation."Then why did you come back?"This question was asked very casually, like a casual chat.Mr. Duan withdrew his gaze, looked at the man's back in the driver's seat, and thought for a moment."They've probably come to settle things once and for all."Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the carriage subtly changed, and even the cold air from the air conditioner seemed to become a bit more biting.The driver's face was unreadable; he kept his eyes on the road ahead, but tightened his grip on the steering wheel.Because of the force applied, the knuckles turned slightly white, and the veins on the back of the hand became prominent.Mr. Duan took in the entire action. He leaned back in his chair and suddenly spoke."When you're driving, don't think about random things."Mr. Duan's voice was very soft."Bo Ning"."I've told you before that you need to be focused on whatever you do."The driver was slightly startled.He slammed on the brakes, and the taxi came to an abrupt stop on the side of the road.He looked at Mr. Duan through the rearview mirror."Sir, you recognized me all along?"