Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 528 The River of Time wants to jump up and hit someone!

Don't underestimate Wang Li just because she's on Earth. To achieve certain "small" goals that are not for outsiders to know, she stirs up trouble and manipulates the world.

They orchestrated the "Golden Sun Shining All Over the World" phenomenon, forcibly giving all of humanity a collective buff, and triggered the "immeasurable galactic energy" to flood the human world, almost transforming Earth into a paradise. It was as if a mythological era was restarting or the end of the Dharma-ending Age had begun, creating an epic-level upheaval across the globe.

But in reality, everything Wang Li has done in this world up to now, including but not limited to kicking down a few obstructive mountains when he was in a bad mood, accidentally drying up a few insignificant sea areas, and casually modifying the collective memory of all humanity to hide certain "minor disturbances" in order to save trouble, is all part of his life.

The actual damage it caused, combined with the disturbance it caused to the very foundations of the world, is probably far less than the damage he caused last night in his own unfortunate, humiliated river of time—a seemingly simple punch that actually contained the pinnacle of his current martial arts, thrown to clean house and educate his future self. The damage it caused was far greater, far more profound, and a far more damn mess!
Even though the river of time has now been repaired by "themselves" like clay, patching up pieces here and there, barely managing to restore it to about 70-80% complete, and its appearance seems as smooth as new, and it no longer leaks wind or rain when it flows.

However, from this moment on, in the endless time that stretches to the end of the future, there will definitely be countless unlucky ones.

This includes, but is not limited to, mages who attempt to peek into the mysteries of time, prophets who rely on the trajectory of fate, fanatical believers who worship a certain spacetime deity, and even some higher-dimensional life forms and void creatures that rely on the fundamental constants of the universe for stable survival.

Whether fully aware or unaware, actively or passively, they would dedicate their entire lives, pouring their hearts and souls into, exhausting all their efforts, even sacrificing the entire energy of a civilization, a race, or a dimension, to frantically and futilely cleaning up the mess left behind by "Wang Li" for this earth-shattering punch she delivered at this point in time because of this "family matter," a punch that is almost impossible to completely clean up...

Even the river of time in the prime material universe where Wang Li is located has a temperament like a dough that can be kneaded by anyone. It seems like anyone who comes along can step on it, squeeze it, or even tear off a piece to taste its saltiness.

But Wang's punch last night, which completely disregarded the "riverbed's" capacity and almost smashed through it and dried up the "river water," was truly a disaster.

This "dough," as if driven to desperation, suddenly developed self-awareness. Like a "super-dimensional flow" in some ill-fated multiverses, where every major event requires repair, demolition, and reconstruction, resembling a never-ending municipal engineering asphalt road under construction, it immediately jumped up, conjuring invisible fists, pointing at Wang Li's nose and cursing loudly, even wanting to roll up its sleeves and fight this unworthy "Hanoi resident"!
Unfortunately, the idea was great, but the reality was harsh.

Wang's punching power was already earth-shattering, its essence being an absolute, unquestionable force that transcended all concepts.

With one's own will and one's own fist, one strikes, defines, and reshapes all things in the universe, both "existent" and "non-existent."

At that moment, he was busy "educating" his future self, who had gone astray and was unruly. He was highly focused on his boxing skills and had no other thoughts. How could he care about the slight "protest" and "struggle" of the "little river" under his feet?
The feeling is like being so engrossed in a game that you don't even notice the ants chirping at your feet.

He swept through in one fell swoop, his domineering fist force crushing a piece of paper, along with the arrogant and powerful "Godslayer Wang Li" and the wailing, ineffective river of time beneath his feet, all of them were suppressed, shattered, and settled!
Clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

The process was so swift and decisive it was outrageous, and the result was as predictable as the truth.

As for the feelings of this pitiful river of time, which has suffered collateral damage?
Alas, it was truly a heartbreaking story, enough to move anyone who knew the details to tears...

At this moment, Chen Li, Chen's best friend, was clinging to his desk, his face filled with panic, incoherently describing his bizarre dream of becoming a "demon pearl." He was clearly one of the more "lucky," or rather, more "unlucky," among the countless beings affected by the complex information radiation unintentionally emitted when the River of Time collapsed and was reshaped. What he perceived in his dream was most likely fragmented imagery and primordial information about "origin," "creation," "chaos," and "primordial energy," leaked out when the root of time was forcibly shaken by Wang Li.

These high-dimensional information fragments, after traversing the barriers of reality, undergoing the filtering mechanism of dreams, and being distorted, interpreted, and reduced in dimensionality by his personal cognitive system, ultimately miraculously and even somewhat comically mixed into such a strange dream as a "demon orb" being forged in a seven-colored furnace and watching powerful figures fight.

For Chen Qian at this moment, in his understanding and perception, this was perhaps just a bizarre dream that was too strange, too real, and left him with lingering fears after waking up.

but in fact……

A profound light, which only he himself could understand, flashed in Wang Li's eyes, as if he had seen through the infinite barriers of time and space.

Hum hum……

"You've got something..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it, with an almost playful, scrutinizing quality, like observing a lab mouse running through a maze.

"The moment you inadvertently 'see' it through your dream, it... or rather, they, may have already 'seen' your unique 'coordinate' from beyond infinite space and time... Old Chen, your seemingly ordinary physique is truly a natural, highly sensitive 'information receiver.' I hope no one will drag you onto the experimental table in the future?"

Of course, Wang Li only kept these words, which were enough to scare Chen Liu to the point of wetting his pants, to herself; she would never say them aloud.

It would be bad if we really scared him.

"It's just a dream, don't overthink it."

Wang Li reached out and patted her best friend's shoulder forcefully, offering words of comfort in a relaxed tone, attempting to downplay the topic.

"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. It's probably something you read yesterday, like 'Nezha' or 'The Primordial Era.' Wake up!"

(End of this chapter)