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Before Edward could go far, he heard the true creator behind him already start talking.

The hearing of the true God did not prevent her from hearing the nonsense of the true Creator for preaching while she was thinking, which may be outrageous and inexplicable, but since they came from the mouth of a true God "notary", it would inevitably happen, and it would come true.

"Directly help compile the future holy scriptures, and also try to distinguish between Tianzun and Crane through these small differences?" Edward nodded, crossed his arms and wandered somewhere else, kicking a small stone under his feet, "This is meaningless in the face of 'fraud', if you really want to save humanity and save the earth, maybe it is more reliable to expect the true creator to become the future god." ”

With that in mind, Edward quickly moved away from the Mooncity Patrol and the True Creator, and approached the gray fog barrier.

She narrowed her eyes, pushed her glasses, and raised her head to carefully observe the details of the seal set by Tianzun, and then sighed.

"Using the power and symbol of the Source Castle, the seal of the 'Gate' has been greatly strengthened......"

"This is the equivalent of locking the 'door' of the concept of the Western Continent? The symbolic door can not only act on space, but I heard that she can even use the last second of one minute as a 'door' to the next minute, and with the authority of "wrong" in time, she can use this symbol to block other gods in time, I have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes......"

When did you hear from whom? It was like, probably—in the thirty-thousandth sidereal cycle after the birth of a rose-colored nebula, when I was observing a civilization that had been affected by a slight extraordinary ability, and had a few words with a god who happened to pass by.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is a common topic in the universe, but everyone generally doesn't talk about her much, and it can even be said that the gods don't actually communicate much...... Any words spoken by them will carry extraordinary power, they don't want to be passionately accusing Tianzun one second, and the next second they will find that a monocle or a white mask suddenly appears on the face of the compatriot opposite who they can talk to.

Monocles are a real nuisance.

That nebula is inhabited by reptilian intelligent beings with words, history, and language, and because they have no real extraordinary abilities, they only worship their own imaginary gods. The extraordinary characteristics of their demigods are regarded as holy relics, and in the long theocratic society, countless containers have been cultivated to "control" the holy relics, and they have gradually realized that newcomers with high similarities to the past containers have a greater probability of success.

The system of not dying vessels being elected tribal leaders lasted for a long, long time, until the biology of this nebula learned the spirituality of communicating with other things through incantations and developed a new system of power.

After observing the race to reinvent itself, the Fallen King moved them from the "Ready to Intervention" category to the "Likely Prosperity" category, and then departed, waiting to meet again.

I wonder how they're doing...... Edward frowned.

If you think about it, you've been wasting thousands of years here on Earth, and Earth is boring.

I really want to go back.

Edward exhaled, folded his arms, and paced back and forth in front of the fog barrier for a few steps, thinking about what to do as he went.

It is impossible to open hard, even if you ask for help from the body, it is impossible for the half-old days of your own outside to break the seal of Tianzun. Doing it directly will also attract the attention of other compatriots - of course, they are quite happy to watch the show now, except for the Mother Tree of Desire. Although his help to "God" has caused a lot of commotion, the neutral camp may also have a preference for a certain "God" of the scroll clan is very easy to deal with, whether it is to please or avoid. At the moment, the atmosphere of the starry sky is very good, and it is full of cinema atmosphere.

She followed the gray mist barrier, following a faint sense she had been inducing since entering the East Road.

"Godforsaken is so good with me, and it's beside the seal;"

"The City of Calamity can rely on the tainted Medici to influence Bansey, where her bloodline is located, why can't I?"

But next to the seal, her spirituality was also severely disturbed. Edward and the True Creator diverged in their footsteps, and after walking in one direction for a long time, finally stopped, giving up the headless carpet search.

She found a flat and huge stone in a wasteland, rubbed it, sat down, and then closed her eyes, and made a strange voice in her throat:

"The withered Lord, the declining King, the final journey of all living beings."

Through some high-ranking being as a stable medium, it could not be more rudimentary—but the prayers of God Himself were answered in the next moment, as if another pair of eyes had suddenly opened and the scenery beyond the world flashed in shared consciousness.

Extinct stars are littered with huge cracks, and distant stars in the dark universe shimmer with a glimmer from thousands of years ago.

The forelimbs of the massive creature as a stationary skeleton moved halfway, and tangled blue-black vines grew in the exposed ribs and empty abdomen. The slender tail of the snake swayed a few times under the pull of the parasitic branches, and the three eyes distributed on both sides of the skull opened, and the blue escaping light flowed from the eyeballs.

Countless roots and vines stretched out from the ends of her body, and stars large and small were trapped in a sea of trees constructed by her god, like a blue-black nebula as the old days of the Fallen King began to move.

Where she stood, there was an endless stream of light-colored flowers, which were lightly planted on the ground, forming an endless sea of flowers.

On closer inspection, the vibrant scene is a scene of flowers hanging low, petals curling and withering edges, and dull blades of grass, and the fragrance mixed with a terrifying dead silence. They die quietly day after day like their own gods, but they never wither and die.

But at one point, there was an extremely striking crack, as if a piece of turf had been dug up by force.

With a flicker of his gaze, the remain-like spirit swept over a giant flesh tree in the distant endless starry sky that bloomed like a gorgeous flower.

She ignored her compatriot, who didn't seem to intend to go to war with her now, and instead passed some of her spirit along the lines of prayer.

"This is the Eastern Continent."

The Lord of the Withers observed the world with great interest through the senses of half of his body, and the vision brought by the two eyes that grew directly in front of him was novel, and the use of two erect hind legs that evolved specifically for action was also a novelty, a combination that was not common among many identities in the past. In a matter of seconds, she had mastered everything about humanity, including body language and the way emotions were expressed, and she didn't care about the unstable old personality and power that slowly began to crumble when the untamed old personality and power descended.

Then, with a hand stretched out, palm upward, a book as thick as a dictionary appeared in front of her, as if it were made of animal skin, and blood was dripping slowly from the gaps in the pages.

"It's such an intoxicating history, and this story is coming to an end, and she is the beginning and the end."

"Just like the Grim Reaper in the information you shared with me, of course, I'd be more than happy to teach the Empress."

Walking on this earth could make more memories than staring at the heavens, though the latter, which seemed rather crude to her, was enough to make the true Creator who had taken on the human side recall the past. The Lord of the Withered muttered to himself as he completed the details of the book, and the title page revealed the detailed changes in the landscape and city-states of the Middle East in the Third Age, and each subsequent page detailed the customs, customs, and even important people and events of the different city-states.

The memories of living beings wear out and make mistakes, but the memories of space, time, and the world itself never fade.

She stared in one direction for a few seconds, then shifted her gaze to the gray mist in the distance.

"There are also more than 20,000 survivors here, and a few interesting mythical creatures, after they leave here, the possibilities and the thread of fate will change dramatically, why don't you go find a few interesting chats?"

"Can you stop talking?"

After the words of admiration ended, a look of impatience immediately appeared on Edward's face: "After communicating with you last time, I forgot to contact the children of chaos when Russell died, you are too easily attracted by the possibility of chaos, and dealing with other compatriots in the starry sky can't make you want to talk?" Hurry up and lower the power of essentia, I'm going to find the source of induction. ”

But before she could finish speaking, she smiled again.

"Okay."

She reached out and grabbed an illusory cane in the air.

The outline of the cane fluctuated for a moment, and finally it was encased in a fairly normal concept, topped with a bright cyan light source that could not illuminate anything around it.

"The primordial barrier has reached the point of danger, and the seal of the Heavenly Venerable has also been shaken to a certain extent...... It's already starting to die, and I can influence it somewhat. The Lord of the Blighted said, "Impact only!" ”

"According to the probability, the seal of the Heavenly Venerable will be weakened to the point where the true god can intervene in 1651598 years, provided that the Heavenly Venerable has not awakened in the past. This is obviously impossible, and we don't need to wait for it to weaken to that extent. ”

The icy wind blew, and a few wildflower-like plants bloomed on the barren land, and they grew, expanding their range, approaching the gray barrier. The power of the sea of flowers eroded reality while attaching seals, and they withered and scattered in an instant, but they tirelessly tried to weaken this small piece of barrier, and then crossed it, eroding the land behind the seal.

Essentia has a symbolic order, but there is no clear gap in power and action.

"If the old days can intervene, it will probably be 148264 years from now."

"Moving this possibility to the present, perhaps, can open up a small opening...... It's about the size of a thumb. ”

The Lord of the Blighting approached the eroded mist, staring at the corner.

Expecting the sea of flowers that symbolizes the incompleteness to open the door of the "Source Fort Breath", it is definitely impossible, even if it is really in battle, the result may not be satisfactory, so it is better to retreat and find a way to pry down an inconspicuous brick, and then quickly fill the brick back.

She tossed her index finger off like a tree branch and threw it to the ground.

As soon as the severed finger landed, it immediately grew layers of tiny flowers, and then merged into the land under his feet, becoming a part of the essentia, carrying a rare spiritual imprint, trying to penetrate the opposite world at the moment when the gray mist was weakened by the influence of the possibility.

"I can only suppress my spirit to this extent."

The Lord of the Blighted found a place to sit down, reached out and pressed his temple, and after listening for a while, smiled slightly teasing at his other half of himself:

"You have a lot of believers on Earth, and these voices are full of energy, unlike what I usually hear."

She let out a few laughs, and the jumbled prayers poured into her ears through all sorts of honorific names, mingling with the prayers of the alien creatures in the starry sky who prayed to her, hundreds of languages sounding at the same time, filled with noise inside and out, like a great tide, like throwing the Fallen King into a gunpowder factory, and a drum band beside it.

"How long will it take to erode?"

"Look, it's going to be over in fifteen years."

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Edward's face, she stood up suddenly, the book flipped over, and the world in front of her suddenly began to change at a high speed. She pulls a possibility of a future that will only appear hundreds of thousands of years later directly into the present, adding the stereotype that "the Lord of the Mysteries will inevitably appear during this time among Clean Moretti, Stella Charathu, Parles Soroast, and Amun".

In the next 140,000 years, the return of Tianzun is doomed, then, within 140,000 years, the weakening of the barrier is also doomed!

The future landscape changed rapidly, the Eastern Continent quickly became shattered, dark, as if floating in the endless void, and then high-speed flickering figures appeared, primitive houses appeared, and finally all these things disappeared, and the landform slowly merged with the current Eastern Continent.

At the moment of coincidence, the gray smoke screen seemed to fluctuate for less than a second, and she finally saw this moment.

"...... in the next 13,792"

It's none of my business.

At the moment when the seal was shaken, all the flowers under Edward's feet withered, and the essentiated earth returned to normal—after more than 10,000 years, she would definitely not be here, and there would naturally be no trace of her on this land.

She strode forward and reached out to the gray mist, trying to tear a small, inconspicuous crack in it.

It doesn't need to be too big, it just needs to exist, and as long as it exists, you can pass on your consciousness to the past!

Below her arm, she vanished.

……

The perspective changes.

This part of the severed spirit was attached to a living creature, and the sparrow opened its eyes and jumped a few times on the branch.

She saw some of the images that existed in the records, white walls, black eaves, almost identical black heads and black eyes, and from a distance, a long market seemed to have just begun, and humans with obvious oriental features were communicating in a language similar to Chinese, but slightly different in detail.

As he listened, the Decayed King updated his voice pack.

What is happening in front of us is just as common in the northern and southern continents outside, where people dressed in historical clothes from the eighties and nineties gather together to buy and trade their goods.

Fruits and vegetables are piled up on the cart, and cabbage with water is hung on one side of the scale.

And directly below the tree is a small jewelry stall with some delicate little jewelry on it, and several women and children of about the same age are lingering around the stall, wearing this and trying that. And the ones that will be sold here are often not too expensive.

Several young people walked by, and the topic they discussed caught her attention.

"The grandmasters of Qingcheng Mountain will open the altar next month to preach and receive karma......"

"What about you? Last month, you went to Si Tianjian to try the celestial induction, did you ever feel the echo of the stars? ”

The person who asked the question had a dexterous gaze, sweeping the bazaar from time to time, his eyes turning and turning on the goods, looking itchy and eager to steal: "If you think about it carefully, the Heavenly Venerable of the Dao Sect has responded to the sect members more often......

The person who was asked sighed anxiously, his eyes full of indignation: "No, none of the star officials have responded to me. ”

"Nine out of ten sects are not successful, then you can only go to Buddhism to try it next."

The other companions gloated and said, "Don't worry, now the Buddha Gate has to be ordained after the initiation of ordination, the ascetic cultivation of the Arhats, the body, the soul, the spirit, the will, the senses, the heart...... It's not something that ordinary people can bear! ”

The sparrow narrowed his eyes.

From her point of view, the young man with unclean hands and feet, walking on the road and touching a bracelet from a jewelry stall, was obviously a "thief", but there was no potion reaction in his body, but a small patch of extremely shallow gray mist.

The flickering light on the other person's body gradually condensed into one eye, which looked like a "wilderness of knowledge", but it was not clear whether it belonged to the "peeping man" or the "craftsman".

Looking at it, it seems that the people here do not have a definite potion and spirituality, and they all seem to be related to essentia.

"Then we'll be separated, and we'll probably see each other again."

A few people smiled and said goodbye to each other, and before leaving, the "thief", or the "thief"? "Gentleman on the Beam"? He snuck the bracelet in his hand into the pocket of the man who didn't have any essentia reaction.

The sparrow looked at the bracelet, and suddenly lost all its life, and fell from the tree.

"Huh? What is it? ”

The man walked a few steps and finally realized that he seemed to have something in his pocket, and he reached for it, only to be accidentally pricked by a sharp object in his pocket. By the time he took it out, the badly colored bracelet was already stained with blood.

"When is this ......?"

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, when suddenly, an old voice suddenly appeared in his head.

"Young man."

The King of Decay retrieved the memories of the other party, and said in a calm and meaningful tone, as if Zarathu had given people:

"Is it the power you crave for revenge?"

tbc

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