Aren't the lower-ranking gods more pitiful, weak, and helpless? A small soldier has to go through thousands of battles, not to mention whether he can advance, and whether his life can last until that moment is still difficult to say, let alone stepping into the unknown!

Whether it's a super being or a soldier with only a low-level weapon in his hand. In front of the universe, we are just a speck of dust.

Of course, what should happen will happen, even if you force it to happen and maybe it won't end as planned. It's like the small galaxies that happen every 110,000 years in the universe, and no one forces it, it happens...

Whenever eleven small galaxies converge, it will cause an imbalance of cosmic energy, and in order to maintain the equilibrium end of the universe, energy will flow everywhere, and finally cause a large-scale "cosmic energy leakage". Of course, the "outside" here also includes the earth!

Therefore, the appearance of the small tower is closely related to the leakage of cosmic energy! It's been a month since the tower appeared, and there is still no movement!

The little yang god lay quietly in the tower, absorbing the power of nature through the little sun on his forehead, and there was no sign of stopping.

Xiao Yang God spent another three months in the tower like this, and there was still no change!

Eight years later...

The first day of one hundred and twenty-five thousand seven hundred and one year A.D.

At noon, the sun is exceptionally hot. In the deep sea, a small fishing boat appeared, according to the time, isn't this time people's nap time?

Even if the people on the boat are fishermen, this is not the best time to go out to sea.

The two oars shook in the fisherman's hand, and the small fishing boat slowly moved forward in the sea, a few miles away from the place where the little yang god landed, and the fisherman suddenly shook his left hand vigorously, and the boat went to the right side of the island.

After a long time, the fisherman spared the whole island, and then the bow of the boat sailed towards the island.

At the time of two incense sticks, the fisherman reached the edge of the island. Stop the boat and step out with one foot. Oh, my God! The fisherman's feet did not sink into the sand......

Is he made of paper? Apparently this idea is ridiculous. I can't believe my eyes, my feet don't sink into the sand, is this the ability that a person should have, of course not!

The fisherman's dress is simple, so that people can remember it completely at a glance. He wears a hat on his head, and he hides his whole face in it; The upper body is short and the shoulders are exposed, and looking at the clothes he wears, I feel quite cool; a pair of shorts, just over the knees; The fisherman is barefoot, with the grooves of time on his feet, shallow and longitudinal.

The fisherman finally took off the hat, put the hat aside, stood with his hands up, and looked at the island in front of him calmly, his eyes were like a landslide cracking in front of him, and he never glanced at it!

The long beard blew freely in the wind, strong and powerful, and when you looked closely, you found that the beard was completely white; The hands behind the back are so thin that they feel like only skin is left!

From afar, I watched the fisherman, as flat as a plank, hidden under his clothes. But he stood tall and straight, like a monarch who stood proudly on the earth, and never bent over the earth when the earth collapsed.

The fisherman sighed slightly, and it was hard to notice without listening carefully.

He finally raised his feet and stepped forward, and it was not difficult to find that the footprints behind him were finally revealed, revealing one by one from shallow to deep! The fisherman stopped and spat out a few words without slowness: "What a good place!" ”