Chapter 981 Her Dream
Wang Mian froze in place.
"If possible, I want to save them more than you." The old king continued, "In my timeline, everything is not what you see now.
More than 50 years ago, the tainted mad gods swarmed out of Gaotianyuan and turned into a catastrophe to attack Great Xia. Seraph Michael shot from the moon and killed some mad gods. Si's obstruction, although this mad god catastrophe did not destroy Daxia, it also seriously injured Daxia's vitality.
In that catastrophe, almost all the human ceiling of that era died in battle, countless night watchmen were killed and injured, and the coastal areas of Great Xia were severely damaged. Even after decades, they still haven't recovered.
In that timeline, due to the chain reaction of the catastrophe, there was no sword fairy Zhou Ping in Daxia, no Lu Wuwei... only three human beings stationed in Daxia.
Ten years ago, when Loki and Gaia invaded Bactria, the three human ceilings failed to stop them, allowing them to take away the [Shiva Resentment] and destroy several cities. Two years ago, the Nine Pillars God of Egypt successfully captured Fengdu and prevented the return of the Great Xia Gods...
In that timeline, Daxia has been in an extremely passive situation, so that in the all-out battle of gods, he was finally defeated.
And the source of all this is that catastrophe. "
A few balls of blood mist erupted from the old king's face again, turning into white silk and drifting away, but this time, his time regression failed to return all the flesh and blood, and his figure became a little transparent.
He closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and continued:
"Fortunately, I finally became the new God of Time. I stood on the ruins of Great Xia and decided to use my limited lifespan to change this history...
Now, I did it.
The entire timeline has been subverted by me, and all the forces of cause and effect are on my body, and Daxia begins to move forward to a brand new future. Maybe this time... we will not lose.
It's a pity that I don't have time to save them now..."
The king's face fell into silence.
Bang bang bang—!
Several streaks of blood mist bloomed from the old king's body. He slowly opened his eyes. In those vicissitudes-ridden eyes, there was no phantom of the circle of time flowing backwards. The blood mist on his body turned into wisps of white. Silk, dissipated in the sky.
"I changed Daxia's fate, but I'm only sorry for you." The old king looked into his eyes, "So, I'm here to apologize to you."
"You don't need to apologize."
The king said calmly, "You are just the god of time, not omnipotent. You have changed the fate of Daxia, but you have not been able to change theirs... You have tried your best."
Hearing these words, the old king's wrinkled face finally showed an unprecedented ease. The God of Time who single-handedly changed the history of Great Xia, slowly relieved the last knot in his heart.
The blood mist exploded one after another, and the old king's face became more and more transparent. He looked down at his body and smiled in relief.
He looked towards the king's face.
"My law of time comes from the future and does not belong to the time and space here. After I transform into a Tao, it will automatically return to the long river of time, so I can't leave it to you... But don't worry too much about the law. God is your destiny, when the time is right, the opportunity to become a god will appear automatically."
The old king sat face to face on the lone boat, and his figure in a dark gray cloak turned into white silk all over the sky, floating towards the sky.
"My war with time is over,
Next,
I can only rely on you..."
As the last words drifted in the mist, a lone boat with a leaf drifted alone among the waves.
Wang Mian stood on the sea, like a statue, motionless.
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Somersault on the cloud.
The people in [Night Curtain] sat on the clouds, looking down at the sea and fog below, chatting casually.
At the end of the cloud, a white-haired boy stood there quietly, looking back at the outline of the land gradually disappearing at the end of his field of vision, his cross star eyes flashed with confusion and loneliness, and he was in a daze.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye walked up to him and sat down. After a moment of silence, he took off the [Divine Disaster] from his waist.
"Takibai, return the knife to you."
Yuuri Takibai was taken aback, "Nanayo big brother, don't you keep this knife?"
"The power of this knife is too strong. It's hard for me to control it. It's a waste to stay by my side." Lin Qiye smiled slightly, "What's more, only by your side can your sister feel at ease..."
With Lin Qiye's current body, if he used [God's Calamity] forcibly, he could only hit two swords at most, but if he put it in Yuli Takibai's hands, he could display extremely terrifying power. For those who abducted back to Daxia, it is most appropriate to keep this knife in his hand.
The most important thing is that [Divine Misfortune] is not just a simple artifact, it is attached to Yurina's soul.
It is impossible for Lin Qiye to break up the Yuli siblings forcibly because of this knife.
What's more, Yurina Takibai is about to go to Daxia, which is a completely unfamiliar country to him. This thirteen or fourteen-year-old child will definitely feel lonely and hesitant in his heart. a good thing.
After hesitating for a moment, Yuuri Takishiro nodded, and gently hugged 【Divine Misfortune】in his arms.
"Nanayo big brother, have you seen my sister?" Yuuri Takishira asked as if thinking of something.
"I see." Lin Qiye nodded, "You don't have to be too sad, she just turned into a soul body, and didn't really die."
"I know."
Youli Takibai smiled, "My sister must be very excited to see you, right? During this period of time, she has been looking forward to your return every day. When she was in the 'Circle of People', she bought an entire coastline and In order to go there often to wait for you...
Oh, by the way, my sister also built a huge club for you, just across from our house, Qiye Big Brother, if you see it, you will be very surprised!
My sister also said that when you return to Japan, I will dance with you there, and I will open ten champagne towers for you, so that you can become the top cowherd in Japan..."
Yuuri Takibai looked at the afterimage of the mainland in the mist, as if recalling something, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Lin Qiye at the side froze in place.
He seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly sat up from the somersault cloud.
"Takibai, maybe you still need to lend me that knife." Lin Qiye said seriously.
Yuli Takibai was stunned, and without hesitation, he handed the [Divine Misfortune] to Lin Qiye, and asked suspiciously, "Qiye big brother, what are you going to do?"
Lin Qiye looked at the black-golden long knife in his hand, complex expressions appeared in his eyes.
"I still owe your sister a dream..."
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Blade world.
The towering tall buildings stand under the night, and the bright lights are like bright stars, illuminating a corner of the sky.
This modern city created by divine power has completely reproduced the original appearance of Japan. At this moment, on a bustling street in Tokyo, a grand and magnificent Cowherd Club has already put up the sign of closure.
The luxurious hall with black and gold tones is empty and deserted at the moment, only the mirror-like clean and tidy black tiles silently reflect the stars and lights outside the window.
In the lonely hall, there was only a girl in a black-bottomed cherry blossom kimono, sitting quietly on a chair, staring at the night outside the window, as if in a daze.
She is the god of this world.
A God who has troubles, thoughts, and concerns.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl sighed softly, stood up from her chair, walked through the black and gold hall, and walked towards the door.
Squeak——!
Before the girl reached the door, the closed door slowly opened.
Starlight and lights poured in from outside the door and spread throughout the hall. A young man in a black sequined suit paced in from outside the door.
The girl froze in place.
When she saw the man's face, her eyes quickly brightened, more dazzling than the stars in the sky.
The young man walked through the black-gold corridor, stood in front of the girl, stretched out his hand gracefully, and smiled at her.
"Miss Yuli, may I have the honor to dance with you?"
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The third volume, "The Evil City", is over.
The next volume, "God's Meteor Movement".
