this infinite world

"...It failed."

Looking at the battlefield, Zheng Zha turned the two saints, Khorne and Nurgle, into ashes with two punches, Slaanesh was frightened into self-destruction, and even their holy path was wiped out. The Transformation Xuanjun, who was outside the world and had never passed through the warp cracks, shook his head regretfully.

Although it was anticipated that this trip was to seek the "Lord God", even if the four gods of chaos acted together, it would be full of difficulties, but that was mostly because of the magic of the "Lord God" itself, and not the members of the reincarnation team under its command... No one could understand that in the world of Chinese Paladin, the reincarnations who were at most fourth-level intermediate strength and needed the help of the world's power to perform the "Finger of Repairing the Sky" had evolved to the level where they could compete head-on with the saints in such a short time.

...In fact, it's not just a match, but a kill in seconds.

Thinking of the other three Chaos Evil Gods who descended here in their true form but were ruthlessly killed, Xuanjun sighed hypocritically, like a fox seeing his companions step into a quagmire.

The predecessors stepped on the minefield, and the successors enjoyed the coolness. The relationship between the four Chaos Gods was originally "surface brothers", but they had to unite under pressure. Therefore, the other three were unlucky, but their real bodies were not damaged at all, and this time they did not gain nothing... After all, firstly, Tzeentch did not enter the battlefield in his true form, and this incarnation was also unharmed; secondly, he found out a lot of information, which could pave the way for the next layout.

"Well, anyone who wants to achieve great things must take risks."

Gazing at the scenes inside the world, Tzeentch nodded to himself, mumbling to the Transformed Lord, or the evil god of conspiracy behind him. His words were full of positive energy, highlighting a style of being more courageous and indomitable: "It's nothing more than learning from the lessons and trying again."

Who of those who can become saints is not gifted, has great determination and perseverance, and has gone through untold hardships to achieve such an achievement?
In one word, fight!

If you don't fight, others will fight. If you don't win, others will win! If you are really afraid of this and that, then how can you become a saint or strong? It's better to find a remote plane as soon as possible and bury your head in the soil like an ostrich!

"This time, it was just bad luck."

Summarizing this failed experience, Xuanjun raised a confident smile: "If there is another chance next time, it's nothing more than..."

...Nothing but what?
The words came to an abrupt end, causing the surrounding space to become extremely quiet in an instant.

Looking at the face of Chuanbian Xuanjun again, where is the positive energy of becoming more courageous after more setbacks, where is the confident smile? There is only a distorted mask. The corners of his mouth mechanically maintain an upward arc, but because of the spasm of facial muscles, he looks more hideous than crying... The confident look of victory that he had previously had was completely crushed at this moment, leaving only the fear that continued to spread in his eyes.

Although he was in the extremely cold void of the universe, beads of sweat kept oozing out of the forehead of the Xuanjun, and rolled down his pale cheeks in violation of the laws of physics. Sometimes it reflected his twitching eyes, and sometimes it reflected his trembling lips, like countless cruel mirrors, repeatedly projecting his current embarrassed appearance on the cold background of the universe, laughing at his ignorance and stupidity...

——Bullshit perseverance, bullshit "next time"! Is this my fucking style?
When he realized that his current thoughts were not only contrary to the plan made before the action, but also diametrically opposed, Tzeentch, whose self-consciousness was in this incarnation, found something wrong. If it were the usual Tzeentch, he would have hurriedly fled at the first moment when the plan did not match his expectations, maintaining the style of "if the first strike is missed, flee a thousand miles away", putting his own safety first... But now, not only did he watch the whole scene here, he even had the idea of ​​"coming back next time" in his mind?

"What on earth am I doing?"

Everything that happened before seemed like a dream. Many of the decisions were not made by a wise man, even a greedy fool would not make them. Even Jianqi didn't want to recall them... And at this point, Jianqi didn't understand that he had become a chess piece at some point and stepped into the game set by others!
The problem is, Tzeentch's current state is that he has descended through an incarnation! And now someone can ignore this layer of protection and forcibly affect his original consciousness?
No, I can't go on like this... I have to leave now! Even if I have to abandon this incarnation here completely!

The moment the thought of "escape" arose, Cangbian Xuanjun discovered with horror that the first emotion that arose in his heart was a strong reluctance.

After all, the source of this body was an immortal in the heaven. Due to the internal factional struggle, his information was accidentally leaked by a big shot from the heaven case, and was accidentally obtained by Jianqi, so that an immortal died outside the prehistoric continent. And taking this opportunity, Jianqi not only successfully obtained an incarnation that could exert most of his strength, but also obtained some unfathomable knowledge of cultivation...

"……not good!"

Biting the tip of his tongue tightly, urging the energy, and with a mouthful of blood spurting out, Tzeentch's consciousness finally broke away from the extremely strong feeling of reluctance, gasping for air. This was because this was not his idea at all, but was pulled out by an invisible big hand...

"Yeah, yes, I did it."

At the moment this thought arose, a cold voice suddenly rang in Xuanjun's ears, like an electronic synthesized sound produced by a precision machine, and each syllable was so precise that it was creepy. What was even more terrifying was that this voice blended perfectly with the surrounding environment, as if it had been lingering here from the very beginning, but was only allowed to be perceived at this moment.

When the Transformation Master turned his head stiffly, he only saw an ordinary, three-no youth in a white coat showing him an extremely stiff expression, which could perhaps be called a "smile", and the glasses on his nose just happened to reflect the face of the Transformation Master...

"Shh!"

The next moment, in the eyes of the Transformation Lord, a giant hand came from the inside of the world, crossed the subspace rift like picking up a chess piece, and gently pressed on the shoulder of the incarnation, not only blocking all possibilities of his escape or self-destruction, but also imprisoning the consciousness of "Tzeentch" in the incarnation in a way that he could not understand. Not to mention taking back the consciousness, even cutting off or self-destructing was impossible...

…It was as if the chess piece named “Jianqi” had never escaped from his palm. (End of this chapter)