The silent, empty and dark river of years, somewhere upstream, a spirituality, runs on the water.

Wherever this great spirit went, the illusory part of the river was gradually filled in with substance, adding a lot of detail, and it seemed real, no longer a virtual shadow.

"Severy, that's what I'm doing."

"I'm trying to fill in such a fragmented world with a plot of less than two hundred years or so."

"This plan is called mending the sky!"

As this great spiritual will communicated, several other breaths of different but equally great wills took notice.

What they call gaze observation, or attention, is just a little bit of attention, and it is a good way to promote the process of evolution in reality.

False histories are woven into new details and filled with a sense of existence, perhaps a metaphysical concept called "being", or something else, in short, a powerful observer from outside, who plays a benign role in the realization of the world.

Several foreign wills are watching here, observing this spirit weaving fate and time to make up for the shortcomings of this fragmented world.

"It's a story world, it only has what it's set in the story, and nothing else·········· It's me who fills them up little by little. ”

"All history is written by me!"

"This incomplete world will be completed by me!"

"In the blank spaces outside the plot, all the traces I left behind!"

"When I fill in the six blanks of this picture scroll one by one, it will come to life, become real and complete, and completely break away from the plot of infinite reincarnation, and become the dojo of my evolution of the Dao Fruit!"

"How many········· Help me once, and when I am done, I will repay you in the same way. ”

This spirit possesses all the good virtues of civilization, justice, integrity, goodness, sincerity, and his promises will never be violated, as if he were the source of virtue in this world.

"I'll come first."

On the surface of the river, a white feather-clad Onmyoji appeared, and he chuckled, turning into a small sun entwined with earth, water, wind and fire, and sank into a section of the river.

In an instant, the brilliant light illuminated the surrounding river section, together with the riverbed and the surface of the river, all illuminated clearly, and the powerful force quickly turned the years of nearly a thousand years upstream into reality, and spread upstream and downstream at a speed close to the speed of a speedboat charge.

Immediately after, it was the witch with an arrow bag on her back and a bow in her hand, and a strong divine aura surged around her body, she didn't say a word, just took off the arrows, shot three arrows upstream, and turned around to shoot nine arrows downstream one after another, and then nodded, and her figure vanished.

Bursts of purifying light erupted from the lower reaches of the river, and as far as the eye could see, the brilliant demon-destroying arrows purified a large number of shadow-covered sections of the river.

The last few arrows rushed into the cracks of several connected worlds that kept pouring into green light spots, and then, immeasurable light radiated.

The world is clean, the spread of pollution is purified, and the cracks in the outer walls of the world are temporarily sealed.

"Thank you·······"

Dressed in a tuxedo, holding a solar scepter and holding a book in his left hand, the magician stepped out of the light and swayed a strange light seed.

"I've given more spirituality, and that makes it easier for you."

The veil, accompanied by the shadows, threw out several jet-black lightning bolts, fell beneath the water, and hidden.

"Don't forget your promise···········"

Finally, wading from the river downstream was an ordinary-looking passer-by, and everywhere he passed, all kinds of dream creatures from another world, and the souls of Guyin who were cruising in the long river of time, dissolved in a sea of red light··········

The five great wills from the other world were summoned accordingly, bringing more variables and leaving behind a gift, which was the origin of the so-called primordial five magic in later generations.

These five forces were thrown into this world, and they continued to ripple, and on a level that was imperceptible to mortals, the whole world had changed essentially.

The history that does not exist is carved out, and the five great forces run throughout, always suppressing the flow of time and binding it so that the established track does not deviate.

There are indeed countless possibilities for the future, and the reflection in this strange river of time is a variety of small streams of water, which may have many different directions, and even exist at the same time.

However, in the world as a whole, there is a possibility that there will be one more tributary, and each tributary will divert a certain amount of flow.

If there are too many tributaries, the flow of each tributary will decrease rapidly, and the river will even run dry.

So, while there are theoretically countless possibilities for the future, in reality, under the suppression of the five mystical forces and the Great Spirit, there will only be one possibility that points to the most favorable direction of development.

In other words, the rest of the so-called parallel worlds are all false worlds, and they will end up in a shallow shoal or a small puddle.

The great spirit was running, channeling part of the water from time to time, forming small puddles, waiting for unknown fish to crash into it.

Such small puddles, densely packed, spread all over the vicinity of the river.

"Bang la-la", a fish with a human face struggled to jump up on the beach, and it accidentally ran aground.

An inexplicable force captures it, a vast network of ambushes beneath the surface of the river, running through the history of the past, present, and future.

"The Magic Web—"

The fish roared in despair, and was drained of its soul power by the magic net, absorbing its knowledge and perception of other worlds, and feeding it back to the owner of the magic net.

"There are many soul seeds in the ancient sound, which is really a great supplement, and the pure soul power essence is still secondary, the important thing is the perception and knowledge of these rules."

The great spirit has no body, but just wanders around like light.

Constantly killing those fish who try to jump out of the water, this is the soul of the Guyin Duo visitor, the embodiment of the long river of time.

The ancient sound warlocks distinguish each other's superiors and subordinates by military rank, and their strength from low to high is soldiers, non-commissioned officers, lieutenants, school managers, generals, legions, demon kings, and true spirits.

Eyeing this fragmented world that is not wealthy, it is only one or two lower-ranking demon kings, plus a few legion-level figures, followed by some miscellaneous fish who are only preliminarily condensed and can barely use the mother river for a short shuttle.

In this embodied historical river, such small fish are the size of tadpoles, and they may not be hundreds or thousands at a glance. 2.