Witt didn't know how long he had been crying in the white world, and everything that was quiet and ethereal finally calmed him down.

Sitting cross-legged in this pale world, he began to recall over and over again what Ayatsuji had said to himself before he "disappeared"—[This is not only my entrustment, but also the oni civet, the gray snake, the Shura, and the cat...... It is a trust from all those who are working hard to change the world. This responsibility is too great for me to shoulder, so I will leave it to you. Wittur, we've been all the way to where we are today, and my opinion of you has changed a lot. Now you are no longer the same son of a fool I just knew, you have the responsibility, the ability, and the determination and bravery, I know you can do it - kill Thor and free us all. It's always dark before dawn, but I'm sure you won't keep me waiting. 】

Soon after getting along with Ayatsuji, Witt fell in love with her voice, not because she could sing beautiful songs, and someone like her who was not good at words would not say anything flattering, but because her voice could inexplicably calm herself, cold and powerful.

He began to understand that his feelings for Ayatsuji might have surpassed that of his partner and friend, and that it all happened silently...... It turns out that only when you lose can you understand the pain, and you will understand the feelings.

The loss of Ayatsuji was enough to tear Witt's heart apart, not to mention the sacrifice of his fellow Blood Ravens, and after calming down, Witt's determination to go to the future, defeat Thor, and save everything is unprecedentedly strong. He looked at the place where the giant face of the Holy Spirit disappeared in the air, sank all the pain, and silently recited the determination in his heart over and over again: "I will kill Thor, reverse everything, and save my companions!" I'm going to kill Thor, turn everything around, and save my companions! ……】

After repeating this more than a hundred times, Witt's inner voice gradually became quieter, and finally when it turned into silent faith, the white face representing the Holy Spirit finally appeared again.

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"Holy Spirit, can we begin the transfer ceremony?" Witt looked at the Holy Spirit with a calm and numb expression and asked.

The Holy Spirit replied, "You seem to be much calmer than you were just now, but have you gotten rid of your grudges and gone away from hatred?" ”

Witt was silent for a moment and responded, "I don't dare to lie to you, I still have resentment, but not to others, but to myself." ”

"To yourself?"

"Yes. I hated myself for being incompetent, unable to protect those around me, and could only watch them die for me. Nowadays, the only thing I can do is not to live up to it. Holy Spirit, I beg you to help me to be strong and take me to the battlefield of the future, for the sake of all...... Go to battle. ”

The Holy Spirit said, "I understand your feelings, and I will not do anything against your fate, since I have said that I have done everything I say, you will definitely do the ritual of turning the gods into the world, and you will definitely carry out the things that go to the future to reverse the fortunes of the world." I just want you to calm down – calm, is a prerequisite for being strong. ”

"Understood." Witt smiled bitterly, "It's me, a mortal, who bothered you, Holy Spirit. ”

The Holy Spirit sighed, "I don't expect you to be perfect, and not all the disciples I have accepted before me are perfect—in terms of temper, Shera is even more so. Wit, it is the decision of fate that you have been able to come here, and it is also the bond of fate between you and me, and I can naturally accept your minimum imperfection. But, as your Master, I need to mention something. Your obsession is more than that of others, and if you don't control it well, you hurt others and hurt yourself...... Becoming a god and becoming a demon is sometimes just a thought, no matter when or what happens in the future, you must not forget your original intention. Now, after this turning ceremony, I hope you will still remember my advice. ”

Witt reluctantly tilted the corners of his mouth and replied, "I will always remember what the Holy Spirit said." ”

"You and I have our own fates, all we can do for the teacher is to mention it, and the cultivation is all up to the individual, and then we are free and do our own thing. At the moment of the world's calamity, I see that you are anxious, and the words of teaching will end here, and I can't help too much with my inner cultivation, so let's officially start your reincarnation ceremony——"

After the Holy Myth was over, Witt only felt weightless at his feet, floating in white space. Then, the white clouds pushed away, revealing the blue of the sky, and Witt found himself floating above the sky of a colorful continent......

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At the bottom of the Solgar Mountains, the gray snake carried the still unconscious body of the Prophet of Shera, and made a hole with difficulty, and the thunder god behind him roared, getting closer and closer, and the despair in his heart gradually overflowed his body......

In order to protect the Holy Star Stone, the Gray Snake resolutely decided to stay in this barren dragon realm to deal with the Thunder God from the beginning, and he could make such a great sacrifice, which he himself could not imagine......

Gray Snake knows that in the origin world, he is just a mortal, entangled in the content changes of the three meals a day, and only cares about the monthly salary, the progress of the major basketball leagues, and the newly launched literary and artistic niche movies. Why he could make such a heroic sacrifice, he couldn't think clearly, he couldn't think clearly, he just comforted himself, this is atonement, this is too much drama, all this is not really himself......