On a straw pile in a certain material world, three plainly dressed young men were lying on it.

And under the straw pile, several black and white cats were nesting lazily.

It's spring, and the sun is warm but not hot.

From time to time, a gentle breeze blows, bringing moist and vibrant air to the fields.

"Oh, here we go......"

At this moment, one of the three young men said.

He wears a straw hat and an unusually rudimentary-looking piccolo pinned to his waist.

Under the long brown hair, the slightly raised corners of the mouth always make people feel some kind of playful ingredient.

"Okay, I'm going to squint for a while."

The young man next to him said lazily, his hair looking a little gray.

This is a not-so-good symbol in many civilizations.

His skin was dark, like that of a farmer who had been working in the fields all year round.

For a god system, sometimes there will always be some different gods.

After all, in addition to those few innate, they can be used as powerful divine powers.

For the other priesthoods, there will always be some changes and adjustments.

Among them, the priesthood related to weak divine power is the most complicated.

From a certain point of view, any concept of existence can be considered a priesthood as long as the corresponding conditions are met.

Generally speaking, however, the appearance of such priesthoods is highly accidental.

Becoming a god is not such a simple thing, and even the Grand Arcanist has paid a heavy price for it.

Of course, they don't get nothing......

"Dansmu, I heard that you recommended a new participant, what is his profession......"

The young man in the middle scratched his head and asked, he had just been busy fighting a gadfly.

A straw was in the corner of his mouth, which made his voice a little slurred.

"Warrior Monk ......"

The young man who spoke first said that he was none other than the god of laughter and shadows, Rize Dansmu.

The three people on this straw pile are all gods from different planes.

Their priesthoods are not identical, but there are always certain common traits that make their friendships endure.

The gods are not necessarily majestic, and sometimes they have qualities that make ordinary things look away......

"Legendary warrior monk? What's the point of those cold boulders, I remember that game couldn't suppress their will......"

The young man in the middle fiddled with the straw on his lips, and he didn't think it was a good idea.

Because, they tried it a long time ago.

Clearly, though, the results weren't so rosy.

"You think he's going to make an interesting performance?"

"Oh, by the way, what's his name......"

The youth in the middle asked, looking at the youth incarnated by the god of laughter and shadows, Rize Dansmu.

"Godslayer-Yi Qiu ......"

Rize Dansm replied.

"Huh?"

The two people next to him looked at Rize Dansim, they didn't know anything about the participants.

Of course, they were able to see the relevant information, but it was obviously a bit boring.

They enjoyed the surprise of the unexpected message, or ...... Scare.

"Dude, you're a bit wild......"

One of them said in a subtle tone......

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Yi Qiu, or a part of Yi Qiu's consciousness, looked at the somewhat familiar room in front of him, and his memories seemed to be surging again.

The River of Destiny is like a long river with infinite tributaries, and it has endless magnificent and gorgeous changes.

Yi Qiu knew about the River of Destiny, but he never felt that he knew the full mysteries of the River of Destiny.

It's endless, it's immense, it's the true vastness and grandeur that the legendary characters can't explore in their infinite time.

And at this moment, Yi Qiu felt that he was probably thrown into a certain branch of the river of fate:

In other words, it may also be a sub-world derived from this.

In the concept of mortality, they have a special name for it: parallel worlds.

The memories in his mind were churning, and Yi Qiu began to accept the memories from this body.

Everything is like those memories that have been precipitated in the depths of his sea of consciousness, but the trajectory of fate seems to have undergone some subtle changes.

The catastrophe that changed his fate didn't happen, and neither did the twist of fate that forever changed his hairline......

It's as if everything is in some kind of balanced posture, and that's what belongs to him—the life that ordinary things should spend in Yiqiu.

Because it is only the manifestation of a part of consciousness, the cold sea of consciousness at this moment can only maintain the most original part.

The power that terrified the plane seemed to be gone.

A faint sense of weakness made Yi Qiu's heart seem to have a trace of confusion.

But that confusion only lingered in his superficial consciousness.

The will that moved the gods would not be erased so easily.

Day and night meditation and penance, the long tempering in the spiritual world, have given Yi Qiu's spirit or soul a more resolute quality than steel.

Yi Qiu pushed open the door that was somewhat familiar, but somewhat unfamiliar.

A hint of tension welled up in his spirit, which was caused by the emotions of mortal things.

This part of consciousness is the manifestation of Yi Qiu's Dharma phase that carries the will of mortality.

Yi Qiu's intuition gave him some revelations, and choosing this part of his consciousness would give him something to gain.

The door, which seemed to have been rested, seemed very light, and it was not as clumsy as Yi Qiu remembered.

In the living room, there is an embroidered tablecloth on the table, on which some fruits and snacks are placed.

This scene was obviously unfamiliar to Yi Qiu, but he knew what the source of all this change was:

My parents have not passed away, and they are now continuing to work.

But counting the time, my father is about to retire.

Yi Qiu walked to the windowsill, and the bright sunshine carried the brightness of his memory.

And below, the passing college students brought laughter full of youthful vitality......

"Meow?"

On the windowsill of the next house, a familiar orange cat glanced at him, and then continued to lie there lazily basking in the sun.

Yi Qiu could feel that in his cold will, there seemed to be something warm flowing silently.

That's something he's faded into over the course of his long time and adventures.

Every time you meditate, you need to face hundreds of days of spiritual grinding;

When every battle is a battle, it is necessary to decide the survival of intelligent lives in millions or even tens of millions;

When every time you think, you need to carry out it with a certain cold and detached attitude......

The passage of some things is unavoidable.

Yi Qiu stretched out his hand and put it on the windowsill, but the windowsill was like mud, and he easily pressed a palm print.

Yi Qiu was stunned, and his great power had indeed disappeared.

But he is still no longer the material youth of his memory, even if the years pass by the age of 20, he can easily control the life and death of mortal things......

Yi Qiu subconsciously touched his bald head, but the touch of the hair fed back through his palm made him slightly sluggish.

Change?

Yi Qiu shook his head, and he reached out to smooth the palm prints on the windowsill.

He then began to receive information about this fateful event......