"Do you know what the origin of the plane and matter is?" the Lord of Fate asked Fang Xiu.

"Chaos Worm?"

Fang Xiu had seen the origin of the plane in the Eternal Ring World, and the source of the origin and birth of all matter and planes came from the Chaos Worm that shuttled through the astral realm, the void, and even the origin of space-time.

From the beginning of its birth, the Chaos Worm has continuously extracted essentia from the origin of space-time and the source of everything, it is born from nothingness, and after growing to the limit, it dies in nothingness, and the corpse after death is the plane.

In the process of growth, some Chaos Worms develop deformities for some reason, or overgrow, forming half-planes, elemental planes, or unstable spaces.

These terrifying beings can be called the most powerful creatures, living chaos worms, except for the existence of the main god level, no one dares to approach it at all, even if it is a true god, it will be devoured by it in an instant.

"That's right! The Chaos Worm is the source of matter and planes, but there is no way to form a stable space-time with simple planes and matter, and some worlds will also call it a crystal wall system. ”

Fang Xiu seemed to understand something: "Then how can we form a stable space-time?"

The Lord of Fate hesitated again and again, as if he was very reluctant to bring up this topic, but finally said: "An imprint that can record all the laws and stabilize the long river of time and the memory of time and space!"

Or a mythical host, or a clock that rules the order of time and space. ”

Fang Xiu's face became a little solemn, and he looked at the huge wooden wheel under his feet: "Just like this wheel of time?"

The Lord of Fate nodded: "This is an artifact that I created by imitating the essence of the Lord God and the Ruler of Time and Space, but it is still far from enough to support a real time and space and stabilize the long river of time." ”

Fang Xiu imagined what kind of existence the space-time ruler would be, and in his previous guesses, he had thought about whether the space-time ruler would be the consciousness of the chaos worm, and after the death of the chaos worm, he would become the existence in charge of the space-time order, but later he was denied by himself.

Because there will be as few planes as small as a space-time, and as large as an infinite number of planes, it would not be logical at all if every Chaos Worm gave birth to a space-time ruler.

He thought about it again, maybe the Ruler of Time and Space was the ruler of the law selected by Clock City, the spokesperson of order.

Or maybe in these countless time and space, there is the same Fang Xiu, they are just different sides of a projection, maybe called by different names, divided into different numbers, managing different parallel time and space, but in essence, they are one person.

In the end, here it is, the answer is obtained.

The corners of the Lord of Destiny's mouth were raised, as if he was a little excited, and asked, "Is it not the same as what you think?"

Fang Xiu: "It's a little different!"

The Lord of Fate spread out his hands at this time, and the gray robe trembled with a little old and tattered, as if with a sneer, and said, "Do you know why Clock City is called Clock City?"

A huge gray clock with a little rust slowly rises from behind the Lord of Destiny at this time, and the ancient pattern is imprinted with the law of origin, recording the imprint of the long river of time.

It is somewhat similar to Fang Xiu's silver clock, but there are some differences, Fang Xiu's is more delicate.

The Lord of Destiny leaned back against a huge clock, and a vast gray light surged.

"Because each of us is a clock, a clock that records the passage of time and governs the order of time and space!"

But the Lord of Fate suddenly said, "I'm tired of saying that!"

"I won't accept this innate mission and mission!"

"Have you seen the creatures in the Book of Destiny?

"From the very beginning, there was a thread hanging over our heads that set our destiny. ”

The Lord of Fate seemed to be very familiar with Fang Xiu before, and when he met him at this moment, his tone of voice was slightly a little shallow and profound, but this was only in Fang Xiu's opinion.

"In this world, no one is born with what they should be, and no one is born with a predestined destiny. ”

The Lord of Fate seems to be extremely disgusted with the existence of the Ruler of Time and Space himself, so he gave up the time and space that originally belonged to him, and created this Book of Destiny and the dimensional world in the book.

This made Fang Xiu suddenly think of the main god of the Eternal Ring World, who had also given up his time and space and didn't know where to go.

Empty one plane after another, countless creatures in the plane struggled and wailed in the twilight of the end, and were finally dragged into the abyss of death together.

In Fang Xiu's opinion, these main gods were really a little irresponsible, or too capricious.

What was the innate fate that he was born with, whether it was a shackle or a chain, but Fang Xiu took a look at the large number of true gods and eighth-order wizards and eighth-order star spirits who were prostrate at the feet of the Lord of Destiny before, and they were all eighth-order archangels who were controlled by the Lord of Fate.

They don't even have a chance to put on this shackle, for the infinite beings of all time and space, they are the rulers of time and space who are born with the person of the main god, it is the greatest injustice.

Regardless of whether it is an innate responsibility or destiny, it belongs to its own time and space, and countless beings born in it are born in it because they want to escape the so-called prison cage, and finally annihilate and die.

Fang Xiu was quite satisfied that he was able to become the ruler of this time and space, at least according to the time and space of the earth, he was still an ordinary person a few years ago, and he became such a life and existence standing at the pinnacle, what was there to be dissatisfied.

Fang Xiu didn't speak, but the Lord of Fate looked at Fang Xiu, as if he knew what he was thinking: "If you are really satisfied with your life, why go back in time and erase your memories?"

Fang Xiu suddenly remembered what the time smuggler had said, and suddenly felt that he was not so sure, maybe he had lived long enough, tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years, maybe he would become like this, who knew what it would be like in the future.

"We are all the same, we will eventually get tired of this endless reincarnation and mission!"

"When the time comes, you may come to me!"

As if the Lord of Fate had finished saying all the words, he waved his hand and saw the wheel of time begin to turn again, the collapsed world began to gather again, and the edge of the dimensional world, the sky and the earth, everything began to be born out of nothingness.

One by one, angels flew down from the blank space of the scroll, repainting the world, and the dimensional space of the black hole turned into color again.

There will be new stories, new chapters born here.

The Lord of Fate stopped talking, and after Fang Xiu looked at it for a while, he said goodbye to the Lord of Destiny, turned around and left, disappearing into the dimensional world of the Book of Fate.