A long time ago, Ye Mingyu had posted a photo of the Lord of Time's women's clothing to the gods chat group, and then was chased and killed by this annoyed and angry supreme god for half an era.

In the end, he was forced to compromise and exchange his women's clothing photos for a reconciliation with the Lord of Time.

Since then, whenever he steps into the other party's realm, he will think of this unbearable past, and hate that he did not spread the women's clothes of the Lord of Time all over the country.

In the end, I didn't take advantage of it!

The Lord of Time is a crumb god!

Qiu Qiuzi carried a pale yellow lantern and led the way in front of him, and the light dispersed the chaotic torrent of time, like dispelling the fog of cold winter, and in front of him was a deep path.

Distortion and dizziness invaded endlessly, tugging at Ye Mingyu's senses.

Headaches, chills, like altitude sickness.

In this realm, the stronger the magic, the more affected the person, and the saint next to him looks like a nobody.

"It's a pity that my lord is still asleep, otherwise he would definitely entertain his predecessors in person." Qiu Qiuzi said with a lamp.

"I'd rather not entertain him," Ye Mingyu snorted, "He insults my eyes every time with a room full of pictures of women's clothes, this vulgar guy is actually a supreme god, I still can't accept it." ”

"That's just my master's little fetish, like cats like to catch mice, uh, anyway, it's normal......"

The voice of the hater became quieter and weaker, and finally ended with an awkward laugh.

It seems that the quirks of the Lord of Time cannot be washed away even by his subordinates.

Walking to the center of the turbulent flow of time, all the "mist" suddenly opened up, and the palaces of the nine supreme gods were connected to each other, and in front of them were splendid and magnificent temples, and the pillars of the gods towered into the boundless nothingness.

The saint was a little stunned.

There is no end in sight to the palace, and if an ordinary mage comes here, I am afraid that he will not be able to explore this area in a single word.

"This is the Divine Domain of the Lord of Time?" She muttered.

Qiu Qiuzi's face suddenly froze.

"No," she said, pointing to a small dilapidated temple next to the Palace of Glory, "that's my lord's domain." ”

The saint didn't react for a moment.

She had no idea that there was such a shabby building next to this glorious temple.

"And whose is this for?" She pointed to the opulent realm of the gods.

"Mine." Ye Mingyu admitted without modesty, "When I made a bet with the Lord of Time, he lost a fine light and paid me the Divine Domain together, and now the debt has not been paid off." ”

Referring to this past, Qiu Qiuzi lowered his head in shame.

Most of them felt that her master was not competitive enough, and she was really disgraced to the Supreme God.

But there are also hidden secrets.

At that time, there was a large-scale god fall disaster, and the blackened secondary gods rushed into the realm of the supreme god as if they had mad cow disease.

In the face of this group of crazy old friends, the Lord of Time can't do anything at all.

In the end, it was Ye Mingyu who helped, chopping melons and vegetables to kill them all.

But this god domain also buried the corpses of many gods, and every time the Lord of Time saw it, he felt sad and couldn't live at all, so he simply built a burrow next to it, and he lived in it himself.

And the original Divine Domain was also given to Ye Mingyu in the name of betting.

Time has passed, and now there are not many people who know this story, and most of them are old gods.

A new apostle like Qiu Qiuzi must not know the details.

"Okay, senior, tell me, why did you suddenly change your mind? Isn't it meaningless to get married? Qiu Qiuzi hung the lantern on the wall and looked back and asked.

"People will always change."

"Isn't the predecessor no longer an old critic?"

"I wasn't before!" Ye Mingyu knocked Qiu Zi's head, "I said, don't pretend, you already knew, after all, you must know my affairs back and forth in the timeline." ”

"Huh?" Qiu Qiuzi shook his head in confusion and muttered for a long time, "Well- I don't know at all, but it's okay,"

She pulled out a heavy ancient book from under the leg of the table, "Let me look it up." ”

The ancient book slowly opened.

With the action of turning the page, the entire divine domain seemed to sink into the mire.

Ye Mingyu saw countless thin lines connecting him to the book, and the feeling of being snooped on came uncontrollably.

This is the legendary "Book of Time".

Books of the past, present, and future are one of the most primordial forces in this world, and the Lord of Time keeps them in the realm of the gods, but has no power to control them.

A very powerful and very weak artifact.

Through this book, you can clearly understand what will happen next, but you can't avoid it at all, no matter what measures are taken, the world line will be closed.

There was once a supreme being who prophesied his own death and carried out a series of means of self-preservation.

He nipped all dangers in the bud, and in the end did not escape annihilation, and the turbid currents of the abyss poured into His realm, forcing Him to complete the generational replacement.

So the book is very useless.

Maybe it can be used to look up history.

But if someone wants to get out of a predicament with it, it is better to dispel this idea as soon as possible, and this book is not so much a record of the future as a record of fate.

Fate cannot be changed.

"Let me take a look at the timeline of my predecessors......"

Qiu Qiuzi put on a pointed hat like a magician, took out a clean and hygienic broom from the corner and lit the cover, and difficult and obscure terms came out of his mouth.

Ye Mingyu didn't stop her.

He didn't care about his fate, it was like that anyway.

Eat, drink and have fun and then embark on the road to eternal life, and finally be able to eat, drink and be merry forever, lying among the maple leaves of Beiyao, the Holy Maiden, and Satan, and enjoy the thrill of being a winner in life.

As for the tribulation of the Yellow River?

A magnificent epic?

Thrilling adventures?

Hey, the system is broken, can't I retire yet?

"Huh? Senior: Your system is gone? Qiu Qiuzi was very surprised.

She was closed to the news, and now she only knows about the collapse of the [Infinite Reincarnation System].

"It's been less than a year, the curse is lifted, and everyone is happy." Ye Mingyu muttered.

"Congratulations," Qiu Qiuzi continued to control the "Book of Time", "Hmm, interesting, senior, you are a good gamer, why haven't you been the king for so many years?" ”

Ye Mingyu was poked in the sore spot, and his smile was embarrassed.

"Well, the sexual fetishes of the predecessors have also become so strange, and the peach blossoms are really prosperous, and there are a lot of girls around......" Qiu Qiuzi sighed loudly.

Ye Mingyu's heart is not good.

A pair of hands grabbed his shoulders from behind, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on?" The saint asked nonchalantly.

Next to the temples, there is a faint gathering of invisible magic.

"She's slandering me, I'm an upright person." Ye Mingyu raised his hand innocently, "Qiu Qiuzi, explain quickly, you must have made a mistake." ”

But Qiu Qiuzi ignored Ye Mingyu, she continued to read the content of the "Book of Time":

"Night senior, when he was young, he was the pride of the sky, with the posture of a law god, after his cultivation was successful, he defeated several era demon gods, and also accepted many demon gods as his subordinates, and became a powerful existence recognized by everyone, and he completed countless feats in his life, and finally ......"

Qiu Qiuzi paused and slammed the book shut.

Ye Mingyu didn't know what he had done?

Did he end up killing the Lord of Time?

No, although he and that guy don't like it, the relationship is okay and won't get into a fight.

But at this moment, Qiu Qiuzi's expression was very shocked, as if he was frightened, and he stared at Ye Mingyu blankly.

She remained sluggish, and murmured:

"Night senior, you ......" The torrent of time swept through the Divine Domain.

"At the age of twenty-one."

Ancient books of the past and the future fell to the ground.

The magic from the saint suddenly dissipated.

All sounds were gone, as if sea water was seeping in from all directions, enveloping him all over his body.

Ye Mingyu was speechless.

I could only look at the enemy in disbelief.

What do you mean?

At the age of twenty-one, if according to the age of this body, he is sixteen, which means......

Wait, is there something wrong?

Please, tell me you're wrong!