Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 505 The Main World of Such Dough [Please subscribe, recommend, and vote for monthly tickets]

"Isn't it not time yet? Why are you all rushing here? Are you really that eager to die?"

Wang Li's whispers did not travel through the air, but resonated directly on the very foundation of space and time.

He stands on the bank of the river of time, not in a physical sense, but as an anchor of a state of being.

In that instant, what burned in his eyes was no longer simple light, but a galaxy compressed to its extreme, a phantom of the birth and death of countless worlds.

When his gaze lifted, it pierced through the heavy fog shrouding the timeline, precisely capturing those "existences" that were desperately going against the tide of history, striving to travel upstream.

This is a contest that transcends ordinary dimensional concepts, a grand game about "established reality" versus "infinite possibilities".

Wang Li could clearly feel the burning urgency contained in the powerful thoughts emanating from various time branches of the future.

They weren't sailing; they were struggling, like prehistoric insects frozen in amber, desperately trying to break free from the seal of time and forcefully descend into the "present," a crucial juncture that had become the "past" for them.

But Wang Li knew that behind this urgency lay a deeper logic.

As he condenses his own microcosm—a vast power comparable to a galaxy—into a special technique, embedding it like a wedge into the underlying rules of the current world, the entire timeline structure is undergoing a subtle yet profound reconstruction.

Those "possible futures" that were originally floating in the sea of ​​quantum mechanics and existed only in the cloud of probability are being given unprecedented "weight" and have gained a precious opportunity to leap toward "absolute truth".

For those powerful beings who exist based on a specific future timeline, this is nothing short of a carnival where heaven and hell intertwine.

If they succeed, their timeline will become the main line, and their path will become orthodox.

Failure could erase even the very foundation of existence, reducing it to nothingness and froth.

Wang Li's mind was like a clear mirror reflecting all things, quietly reflecting this boiling scene in the long river of time, and a wave of almost joy flowed through his will.

Deep within those eyes, which seemed to burn like the Milky Way, gleamed with the expectant light of someone eager to hunt.

"You guests who have come from different 'tomorrows' truly delight me!"

Wang Li never once had any concern about the potential "threats" that these future possibilities might pose.

On the contrary, Wang Li approached them with a pure curiosity about dueling with the strong.

These visitors from different developmental paths, with their power systems, understanding of the laws of the universe, and exploration of life forms, are undoubtedly invaluable reference points and sources of inspiration for Wang Li, who is exploring the path of martial arts... well, or rather, the evolutionary path that transcends the scope of "traditional martial arts."

Although we may have different paths and varying strengths, we can still learn from each other and inspire each other on the road ahead.

With a thought, Wang Li began to precisely control the dazzling halo behind her head, which symbolized her connection to the origin of the world and radiated an Ω symbol. The rotation speed of the halo and the intensity of its glow underwent extremely subtle changes.

While maintaining the relative stability of the main timeline and avoiding catastrophic time paradoxes, he built a relatively fair "competitive stage" for those "future actors" eager to take the stage.

Wang Li could clearly "hear" the increasingly intense "roaring" and "impact" coming from the river of time.

Those beings of the future clearly caught the “permission” signal he released and attacked the barriers separating different time dimensions even more frantically.

Countless powerful wills, like arrows that transcend dimensions, attempt to pierce the barriers of time and space, and to leave their unique imprint on the solid foundation of "now."

His perception extended infinitely, as if he were standing on a peak that transcended time and space, looking down at the countless crisscrossing paths of destiny beneath his feet.

Each path shimmers with a unique brilliance, representing a different scene depicted by a civilization on the long scroll of time:
In some futures, martial arts civilization will be at its most brilliant, with individual power capable of moving mountains and filling seas, traversing the cosmos, and the collective consciousness of humanity will be elevated, resonating with the universe and composing a magnificent interstellar epic.

In some futures, technology and mystery intertwine, mechanical ascension and genetic evolution coexist, creating a bizarre yet orderly world.

In some futures, war rages on, resources are depleted, and civilizations struggle and betray, fading into a dark twilight, leaving only ruins to tell of their former glory.
Even more extreme timelines, with distorted rules and abnormal physical constants, give rise to indescribable and utterly illogical terrifying beings...

However, no matter how different these future visions may be, they all show a common trend at this moment—like all rivers flowing into the sea and all sources converging, countless scattered timelines are being drawn together by the powerful gravitational pull of the "now" point of view, converging and converging at an unprecedented speed toward the moment Wang Li stands.

Countless possibilities will ultimately collide, be filtered, and determine the unique, or at least dominant, direction at this decisive spatiotemporal coordinate.

Wang Li clearly realized that she was standing at a momentous turning point that was difficult to describe precisely in words.

He is not passively witnessing history, but actively holding the carving knife, about to leave a decisive mark on the river of time.

His every thought, every slight adjustment of his power, could, like the butterfly effect, unleash a monstrous wave in the vast ocean of the future, determining the fate of billions of lives and the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

But this did not make Wang Li feel suffocated by pressure; instead, it brought her a transcendent enlightenment.

This feeling is similar to an experienced gardener facing a unique tree with the potential for unlimited branching.

Each time the scissors in his hand fall, it is not destruction, but guidance, judgment, and determination of which branch of this great tree can obtain more nutrients, trimming away the remnants of the history of losers who prospered by wrong choices and mistakes, and ultimately growing into the main trunk that supports the crown.

Cutting is not about stifling possibilities, but about creating a more perfect and harmonious form!
"What's going on?" Wang scratched his head. "I did obtain the 'Grand Temple of Time and Space,' and I did create several 'singularities' in the River of Time, cutting off the passage of time and usurping history."

But at this rate, how come my main world's timeline has suddenly shifted to a Grand Lostbelt-cut timeline? Could it be that my Great Han Federation's main world was originally just a reskinned FGO Moon world, and that 'Takeuchi faces' will flood various timelines, singularities, and Lostbelts in the future?

Wang was utterly baffled by the humble attitude of his own world, which was like dough that could be transformed into something abnormal with just a little kneading.

(End of this chapter)