wear it lord god

Chapter 2619 Violation
If Bruce continues to wait like this, things will get complicated.

Watching him die of old age, and waiting for the main god to return, see those paintings, and decide that this person can be kept alive. Currently, the Nine Heavens Blessed Land does not have the magic to bring the dead back to life. Even if a god is reborn, it is like a genetic clone, and all memories of his previous life are lost.

If people are taken to the Nine Heavens Blessed Land and left for three years until the Supreme God returns to deal with them, then the rules for ascension to immortality must be changed. Once a mortal enters the Nine Heavens Blessed Land, they must become an immortal if they don't die; that's the rule.

It's better for everyone if Bruce forgets about God and continues to live as a mortal.

Seeing that Qibin had finished his tea in one gulp, Qiming quickly refilled it for him.

Qi Bin tapped his fingers twice, picked up the newly added tea, took a sip, and sensed a faint aroma.

After carefully discerning the scent, I couldn't help but frown slightly: "The fragrance of osmanthus?"

"Come and take a look." Qiming stood up.

Standing on the veranda and looking down, there is an osmanthus tree in the courtyard, which is in full bloom, with fragrant golden blossoms covering its branches and the ground beneath it.

"You dug up the tree?" Qibin immediately understood after seeing it.

“If you’re going to forget, then forget it completely.” Qiming looked at the osmanthus tree with a smile: “She should like it. The spiritual energy here is abundant. She might even become a spirit. If she transforms into a human, she’ll have the fragrance of osmanthus on her body. She’d be a nice fairy maid.”

Qi Bin felt a chill run down his spine. He was afraid of handling this himself and failing miserably. If the guy developed empathy and gave him a break, the problem would be impossible to completely eradicate.

If this ill-fated relationship becomes an obstacle to transcending tribulations, one's Dao heart will be unstable, leading to death or even annihilation.

There are still two thousand years left; the longer it goes on, the better the chances of things turning around. It seems we can't let him go to the mortal realm again; we should try to prolong the time as much as possible.

Bruce woke up in the hospital; the doctor said he had collapsed in the temple and was brought here.

His memory was still stuck on that day when he felt bored at the party and thought of going upstairs to rest.

He was astonished when the doctor and his steward came to tell him that he had been painting in the temple every day for the past hundred years and had been awarded the title of God's Painter.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I am still the same person I remember, except for the calluses on my fingers where I used the paintbrush.

The security personnel sent by the temple kept the curious media and individuals outside. After he was unharmed, the temple's personal mortal lawyer came to tell him that his assets had been returned to his name.

He was also quite surprised to learn that he had fifteen children, more than forty grandchildren, and more than one hundred great-grandchildren.

Looking at the breeding shed contract he signed a hundred years ago, he had no recollection of it at all.

The lawyer, relaxed, sat by the hospital bed and said slowly, "Once upon a time, a woodcutter went into the mountains to chop wood. He saw two old men playing chess and stood by watching them all day. The two old men were so engrossed in their game that they didn't notice anyone around them. When they finished playing, they saw the woodcutter and told him to hurry home. When the woodcutter came down the mountain, he found that nearly a hundred years had passed. All his relatives were dead, but he was still the same as when he first came down the mountain."

In the past, people had shorter lifespans, but now, as long as you have money, you can buy drugs to slow down aging. So, apart from a few who died in accidents, all of his descendants are still alive.

Moreover, they all live well, holding their respective positions in his family business. Even if they don't work, they can still enjoy the benefits that support dozens of people.

This was all thanks to his arrangements at the time, so his return did not have a significant impact on them.

The news report included an explanation from a spokesperson for the Nine Heavens Blessed Land in the mortal realm, stating that he was hired to paint at a temple a hundred years ago. Now that his contract has expired, to reward his efforts, the Nine Heavens Blessed Land has granted him the years of old age in accordance with the contract and erased his memories of those hundred years.

No one can receive such treatment while cultivating or staying in the temple without a contract.

If you wish to practice or stay overnight, you can inquire at the pilgrim registration desk outside the temple.

Watching the spokesperson's 3D presentation, Bruce felt something was off. Had he signed a contract with the temple?
After leaving the hospital, he returned to the club. After a century of operation, coupled with his fame, it had become the most famous place on the entire home planet. Occupancy was at 100% every day, and even with its exorbitant prices, reservations needed to be made at least two weeks in advance.

At the welcome reception, he met his descendants; there were so many people, but he didn't recognize any of them.

Feeling a bit frustrated, he went upstairs. This situation was familiar; a hundred years ago, he had the same mentality, wanting some peace and quiet.

Reaching the third floor, he opened the door and went inside, instinctively walking to the balcony entrance and looking over.

For some reason, his heart started racing...

A huge ginkgo tree stands not far from the building, its leaves golden and laden with fruit, swaying gently in the wind.

The yellow leaves are beautiful; under the light, the whole tree looks like it's draped in gold.

But he felt something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Anyway, this hundred years is essentially a free extension of his lifespan, so I'm not going to think about it anymore...

Xining arrived at her own planet through the barrier, only to be dumbfounded as soon as she stepped out.

As she was hiding, she saw a group of "wild men" holding long hair and wearing animal skins chasing an animal that was as tall as a person, with a long nose and covered in hair, running past her not far away.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Where was she? Was this her planet?
Before that, it wasn't prehistoric; it was a time when old species were disappearing and the planet was being repaired, and the surviving mammals began to reproduce and thrive.

Her children, and the people in the silver vault, were all inside the barrier.

Logically, there should be no people outside the barrier.

Where did these savages who roared strangely, carrying stone-headed spears and chasing mammoths come from?

The high-ranking official's voice rang out: "Don't doubt it, it's your planet. It seems to be in the prehistoric civilization period, and they are already Homo sapiens."

The spear pierced deep into the fur, and the long-nosed animal let out a mournful cry. It continued running, but the injury clearly slowed its pace.

The spears kept coming; some of the stone spearheads broke, but most of them still caused damage.

Finally, the long-nosed animal could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. What awaited it was a group of hungry primitive humans who came with weapons to take away its last chance of survival.

Blood splattered on the spot, slaughter and prey, a frenzied dance of demons.

Xi Ning stood there, stunned. Where was this her planet?
A barrier appeared nearby. Shangqing said, "Why don't we go take a look and see?"

This should be the passage leading into the barrier. Xining quickly flew in, wanting to find out the situation as soon as possible.

She hovered above the barrier. Last time she came, the barrier was split in two: one side was a rural area with a theocracy; the other side was a technologically advanced city, now deserted and populated only by an intelligent robot. But this time…

The city remains, its silver glass windows and white buildings standing side by side in the sunlight, a scene of fantastical beauty and grandeur.

On the other side... there was no countryside in sight, only greenery, all primeval forest.

Flying towards the sacred mountain, we saw no villages along the way, only forests. Occasionally, one or two small dinosaurs were feeding. In the sparsely wooded areas, the still-weathered red and blue brick walls hinted at the remnants of human life long ago.

Xining's heart sank deeper and deeper.