The Temple of the Gods, on the Supreme Throne, Ling Qi sat calmly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His eyes were fixed on the front, and in his right eye, there was a projection of a terrifying giant finger crushing a terrible demon god into a meatloaf.

In the other eye, there is a chaotic world, with some indescribable existences, in which they keep moving forward and forward, as if they are going to a certain predetermined end. However, the end point is unknown. In fact, they "move forward" and have no "direction". Perhaps, like existence itself, it is more like a simple concept with no specific meaning. In that world, there is no direction, forward, backward, left, right, up, down, or orderly calculable time, hours, minutes, seconds, years, months, and days.

Not long ago, several terrifying beings left that world!

It would have been a very common thing, but what if in the past endless years, no being was willing to leave it?

Ling Qi blinked his eyes, and in his eyes, the picture changed again.

In his left eye, there is a scene from the real world Earth.

Chen De is looking for his own opportunity on the collapsing island of Japan, he is trying, he is struggling, he thinks he is fighting for the future, but he does not know that it is just an imperfect performance.

Ling Qi's right eye was pitch black, and something was churning in it, as if something was brewing, and something was about to leap out.

Soon, the black matter in his eyes began to circulate and turned into an empty whirlpool.

The whirlpool is deep and dark, obviously just a projection, but it seems to be real, real around you, in every corner of you.

It seems to be connected to an endless world, which allows people to reach any corner between the real and the real in an instant, and it seems to connect to some more distant and unspeakable place.

In the whirlpool, the eyesight of the eyes radiated and then disappeared.

They were scattered to every corner of the real illusion, except for one, looking back at the whirlpool.

Ling Qi stood under the whirlpool, under the lamp, trying to look into the depths of the whirlpool.

However, until the swirls in his eyes subsided, until the myriad eyes were focused on him again, he still saw nothing.

He's still too weak.

The only thing he can be sure of is that there are countless audiences, countless invisible audiences, watching together!

Ling Qi looked up and saw the dome of the Temple of the Gods, the boundless sky beyond the dome, the sky, the extraterritorial, and the world of endless reincarnation.

The bigger the horizon, the smaller the world. The smaller the world, the bigger the horizon. Therefore, the more I know, the more I feel small, and the more I feel real and scary.

Sometimes, Ling Qi even had to do something very stupid to make his existence seem more meaningful.

Some things, some ways to achieve goals, it's not that he doesn't know shortcuts, but he really can't do that.

Because, he can't even dominate the moment!

However, what if even he could find some problems that already dominated the present?

Earth, East Asia.

Underneath the sunken island, there is an endless ocean, an endless darkness.

And the endless darkness has swallowed it all, including the poured seawater.

Faced with the endless darkness that seemed to swallow everything, Chen De never imagined that he would feel that the simple environment was so terrifying!

In the face of darkness, he couldn't think, he felt that even his soul was going to be devoured, and even his own thinking was going to stagnate!

The collapse of an entire island that is as large as land is certainly not a one-time process.

Even if the process had progressed faster than anyone had imagined, more than an hour had passed since the earth was shaken at the beginning.

During this time, anyone or anything that should have been evacuated on or near the island of Japan has long been evacuated.

Those who didn't have time to evacuate tried every means to survive.

In short, the farther away from this place the better, with rare exceptions.

Chen De is the exception.

For such a long time, of course, he had already thought it through.

Maybe he wavered, maybe he hesitated, but in the end, he persevered and withstood the torture of his heart.

Such a cleansing of the soul, although it is not a rebirth, but if some cowardly ghosts and immortals get it, I am afraid it is enough to overcome the heart calamity. It's just that there is also a foundation for this, so that you can withstand the pressure and bear the burden of the soul, so that you can have the opportunity to witness the end of the world, experience it immersively, and accumulate resources in the process.

Therefore, excellent is excellent, for example, Chen De is indeed excellent, and he does have his own gains. Other ordinary people, even if they have achieved something by chance, they still can't compare.

However, excellence and ordinariness are not also relative, and they are seen from the perspective of results. Without a good result, a genius can be a madman, or even a pervert, and with a good result, a crumb can also be a hero!

Winning first is not winning, and the young man's ambition does not mean that he can return home.

In short, what the world sees is the result after all.

From this point of view...

It is not known what the ordinary people are. The brave and fearless Chen De faced the ending, but he was afraid!

He thought of countless possibilities, of the sea pouring in, and of the huge waves.

Think of the earth cracking, magma gushing out, and ashes rolling into the air.

He thought of himself in the sea and in the flames, in the brimstone and the smoke of gunpowder.

He never thought that when the land was not there, when he was facing the bottomless darkness beneath him, as if it could swallow the sky, and facing the "emptiness" that had no bearing, he would be such a direct manifestation and so unbearable!

He was afraid! He was afraid! He was afraid before he even saw the Lord.

Shame, shame!

He's a warrior, he's not a coward!

Chen De roared in his heart, trying to dilute his fear with anger and help overcome himself!

He really overcame some kind of fear of the unknown in life and even in existence itself, and suddenly felt a lot better!

Yes, he's not afraid! At least he thinks so. Whatever the reason for that, at least it's a good outcome.

But is that really the case? Who cares!

Under the Japanese island, there will be such a bottomless pit, which is indeed very unexpected, including Chen De.

But Chen De is not a geologist, after an accident, after overcoming his fear, he immediately began to look for some kind of opportunity that may exist, and he did not forget his original intention of gritting his teeth and persevering until now!

He looked down at the endless darkness again, because he couldn't even see the boundaries on both sides, so the light had no reference here at all, so there was pitch black under his feet, a black ocean that seemed to gush out and engulf people at any moment.

Even, this boundless darkness makes the surroundings seem like a starry sky, boundless.

The whiteness of the sky and the blackness of the feet form a dazzling contrast.

Even if he was fully prepared, in this place where light and darkness meet, Chen De still shuddered fiercely.

Absolutely can't go down!

This is Chen De's heart, and he did the same.

No matter how many voices were urging him in his head to hurry up and do something, some instinctive vigilance and resistance still made him have his own choice.

Chen De released a lone aircraft and stood on it.

Although his own flight speed is still higher than that of this already top-level individual flying machine, he still prefers to stay on it at this time so that he can have a chance to breathe.

With reliance, the mind can be calm, and after the mind is calm, can the mind think rationally.

Like, what exactly should be done now?

Chen De thought.

Serendipity is, of course, to look for. If you want to find chance, of course, you have to take risks. If you don't want to take risks and still want to find opportunities, this possibility is naturally there, but it obviously doesn't apply now.

Obviously it has been decided, and death will not go down.

But inexplicably, standing on the aircraft and looking down at the endless darkness under his feet, Chen De still gritted his teeth and drove the aircraft down!

Human thinking is so complex, paradoxes can be formed in an instant, and then "sorted out" in an instant, and then good people do unimaginable evil things, and are regarded as a model of madness, and the wicked people will also repent and become a monk who puts down the butcher's knife and becomes a Buddha.

Others can't figure it out because they can't understand it, they can't understand the thoughts of those who "figured it out" at that time.

So people's hearts are really unpredictable.

In the temple of the gods, Ling Qi, who was sitting upright, leaned forward slightly, feeling a little inexplicable.

Just now, he had obviously used his will to influence Chen De and let him leave.

Obviously, that worked, Ling Qi could feel that for a moment, Chen De was really ready to leave, and that didn't need any reason, it was a directly imposed thought.

However, in the end, he not only decided to stay, but also went deep into the cave.

This means that there are only two possibilities, either Chen De's own will has been firm enough to ignore him, a peak saint.

Either there is another, more terrifying existence, which is also interfering with Chen De's judgment with his own will. This possibility is precisely the greatest.

As for the more terrible conjectures, I don't need to think about it for the time being.

Because not only is it meaningless, but it is also dangerous.

In any case, it is clear that Ling Qi has failed, so he can only continue to be a spectator and watch Chen De's story from the sidelines.

The City of Steel has been completely plunged into darkness.

The darkness around it even surrounded the entire city, compressing the glimmer of light emitted by the Iron City to the point of disappearing.

In this case, the Iron God still did nothing.

This makes one wonder, what is God thinking?

The darkness made the steel city look like a lotus leaf in the wind, swaying tenaciously on the one hand, and on the other hand, it seemed that it would break and fall in the next second.

However, at this juncture, the darkness suddenly stopped spreading and no longer eroded the light.

Is it brewing something more terrifying, or is it a stalemate caused by the transformation of elbows and armpits?