Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 385 Temple
Logically speaking, this so-called [Crown Space-Time Temple] that Wang Li snatched from Goetia.

Although it is called "Temple" and looks like a temple, a thing forged from matter, it is actually a skill.

In other words, in the Type-Moon multiverse, whether it is a Heroic Spirit or a Beast, or other beings that were downgraded from higher dimensions, their Noble Phantasms and skills have never been clearly defined, nor are they two concepts with clear boundaries.

"Noble Phantasm" is the weapons, tools, and special skills they possess, but it can also be the absolute crystallization of their life's achievements, sins, accomplishments, and symbols.

In other words, they can be physical objects, but they can also be personal, conceptual... "capabilities."

vice versa.

In many cases, "objects" that should be regarded as physical props can also be classified as skills.

Just like Goetia’s “Crown Space-Time Temple”, it is obviously a real object, but Goetia regards it as a “skill” to use and interpret.

Or maybe this is also the same as it is the inherent barrier that was built bit by bit by the four billion rays of magic that announced the end of humanity and transformed all human history into heat, and is located outside the normal timeline.

It goes back 5.6 billion years, back to the beginning of the creation of the earth, burning everything on the planet, almost sacrificing Gaia and Alaya on that planet, symbolizing the core of the "time burning device", which aims to reconstruct the world through the burning of human principles, accelerate and converge time and space, and even eventually occupy the end of the river of time, overlooking the "great magic" of the long years!
Wang Li activated the "Grand Spacetime Temple" and used his experience points to strengthen it all at once, then stretched out his right hand and gently grasped it...

"Boom boom boom!!!"

In the second-floor room of this ordinary farmhouse, the ordinary bed where Wang Li was sitting at the moment, and even the entire room, were undergoing earth-shaking changes!

It was as if the world was created from nowhere, and the void was in Wang Li's grasp.

It was beyond words, and the light that humans could imagine overflowed from between Wang Li's five fingers.

In the sky, boundless vitality rolled together, as if driven by some kind of power, and could not help but show strange visions.

But before all this could happen, everything was naturally blocked by Wang Li in his small room of only a dozen square meters.

Myriad causes and effects, billions of strange phenomena, were all confined by Wang Li to this world of the abbot, as if they were isolated from the entire observable material universe that spanned 960 trillion light-years!
Layers of space twisted endlessly between Wang Li's fingers, and an endless timeline began to derive from between Wang Li's five fingers.

In this crack where time and space meet, the "Crown Spacetime Temple" completely replaced the spacetime where Wang Li was at the moment.

Space alternates and time begins again.

Like a cocoon woven from silver-white star rings, it completely leaps out of the constraints of the material universe and floats above the void sea composed of infinite and deep "bubbles".

Wang Li's microcosm will cover the Temple of Time and Space, raising layers of time and space tides on the sea of ​​void. The entire temple will be like inverted fireworks, bursting out brilliant time sparks in the cycle of entropy increase and decrease.

Wang Li sat calmly on the stone throne of the temple that was born by his own will, his eyes filled with the boundless galaxy and microcosm as he calmly looked down upon the place.

This complex of buildings, formed by the superposition of countless time paradoxes, seemed to reflect the great light of different eras in every corner. Seventy-two demon god time pillars supported the entire main hall, and it seemed that the sound of bronze gears biting and the sound of hourglasses tipping over intertwined into a heartbeat that echoed softly in Wang Li's ears.

The dome of the main hall seems to be made up of solidified folds of time and space. The inverted galaxy has condensed into solid crystal, winding upwards like a snake swallowing its head with its tail in its mouth, with no beginning and no end.

On the other side of that greatness and depth, there is a brilliant galaxy spinning.

Countless starlight particles shuttled through this galaxy. The afterimages of the past, present and future overlapped in front of Wang Li's eyes at this moment.

Wang Li gazed into the distance, gazing at a sparkling, dark blue grain of sand at the bottom of the river among the stars, and realized that he was now looking at the short and ordinary life memory of a plant on Earth three hundred thousand years ago. Turning his head again, he saw from a grain of sand the life memory of a certain "Zulong" who lived more than fifteen hundred years ago and claimed that his "merits were greater than the Three Sovereigns, and his virtue was greater than the Five Emperors."

Grains of sand accumulated and finally gathered into this brilliant galaxy, which also condensed all the sentient beings on Wang Li's earth!
The Milky Way reflects the void, the waves are clear and jagged, with tributaries overflowing, and each tributary reflects the possibility of a parallel world to the world that Wang Li lives in.

And when a certain imaginary parallel timeline collapses, ripples appear in this galaxy, the cause and effect of that tributary collapses, the fate is adjusted, the world line converges, and it is all swept into the mainstream of the galaxy.

Wang Li saw several familiar scenes after just a few glances.

Apart from anything else, in a certain parallel world, his father’s outfit as a magic god of war was very eye-catching.

However, this parallel world seemed extremely illusory and uncertain in Wang Li's eyes because it did not have sufficient "cause and effect", "fate" and "energy" to support it. It might be annihilated into nothingness as long as the ripples of the galaxy fluctuated slightly.

But that's not necessarily the case now.

Previously, Wang Li had issued his cry to the entire river of time, the past, present, and future, and the infinite parallel worlds, inviting all beings that could hear his voice of invitation to come to participate in the "Martial Arts Contest" he was organizing at this moment in time.

Even now, those invitations to fight are still echoing throughout the entire river of time.

The magic god father in the parallel world naturally heard his son's challenge and was trying his best to rush towards Wang Li's current time.

With every step forward, his figure became more real, the devil flames were raging and never stopped, the evil god's robes were dotted with broken fragments of time, and the reflection of a twenty-three-headed, eighteen-armed black sky demon was reflected in his retina!

And this is just the scenery in a tributary of time. Looking at the scenes, there are countless of them, and they are vivid in Wang Li's mind, making his fists itch and he couldn't help feeling overjoyed!

I really want to have a fierce fight with these warriors right now!
"Really? They said they were going to change the seats to leather, but why are they still made of stone? They're so hard, don't they feel uncomfortable?"

He gently stroked the armrests of the stone throne in his temple with his fingers, and then looked at the projected "galaxy".

Wang Li already knew where his more than 10 million experience points had gone, and he also knew what he needed to do now.

(End of this chapter)