Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 534 Wang Li: What does Goetia know about the Grand Temple of Time and Space?
Putting aside all her worries, Wang Li shook her head slightly, reached out and pushed open the familiar door to her second-floor room, and walked straight in.

The door to the second-floor room closed gently behind him.

In that instant, the whole world changed dramatically before his eyes!
The time and space in my room are as tranquil as ink spreading on rice paper.

Like a pebble breaking the calm surface of water, gentle ripples spread across the room, which was originally only about twenty square meters in size.

The desk, bed, and wardrobe began to twist and deform, transforming into flowing light and shadow, with colors blending and separating, like an overturned palette.

At this moment, time and space become flexible and blurred, and the boundary between reality and illusion disappears slowly like a melting wax figure, making it impossible to distinguish between them anymore.

The floor beneath my feet silently extended and hardened, transforming into a smooth, mirror-like black stone surface that reflected the flowing starry sky above.

The stone surface was smooth and warm, dotted with tiny silver sparkles, as if the entire Milky Way had been crushed and laid out.

The surrounding walls receded into the distance, disappearing at the edge of the field of vision.

The dome unfolds overhead, no longer just an ordinary ceiling, but the vast and boundless universe itself. The Milky Way, like a giant, luminous python, slowly spirals, and countless nebulae, like blooming fireworks, flicker and fade, their tranquility containing a breathtaking power.

In an instant, this place was no longer Wang Li's homey second-floor room, but a hidden fulcrum spanning the river of time, maintaining the balance between countless timelines, singularities, and anomalies—

Grand Temple of Time and Space!

To be fair, without exaggeration or bias, this temple-type Noble Phantasm that Wang Li obtained from the Goetia in the Type-Moon multiverse has already surpassed the limits it could have demonstrated in Goetia.

After all, it's the "Type-Moon" world.

Although various pantheons, countless gods, mythical heroes, historical figures, magic, technology, and superpowers take turns on stage.

The Seven Great Beasts, the Seven Grand Masters, the Nine Ultimate Masters... there are countless top-tier settings, dazzling and overwhelming.

Humanity's destruction, the freezing of humanity's order, parallel worlds, singularities, lossy belts... all sorts of world-ending catastrophes are like a tide, one wave after another, each higher than the last, as if they won't stop until they push the entire world to the two kinds of end times, "Steel Earth" and "Lunar Coral".

In fact, within the entire Type-Moon multiverse, the vast majority of parallel worlds are essentially confined to a single solar system.

As for those top-tier beings who are "all-powerful and godlike in their special attacks," most of them don't even reach the level of a mere "star explosion."

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been driven to the brink of ecstasy by a mere nine planetary agents from the solar system.

They would not be wiped out by a mere few adventurous soldiers from other star systems who specialize in preying on planetary civilizations, thus ending the entire Age of Gods.

To describe them as "performing a grand ceremony in a snail shell" would be an understatement.

Even within the Type-Moon multiverse setting, the Heroic Spirit universe of "Cosmic Rin" and her companions, whose spirit origins are the entire universe, is incredibly underwhelming in reality.

At least Wang Li felt that even if all those monsters and demons, all those flashy cosmic-level heroic spirits, came out, it would be questionable whether they could withstand her seventh sense-level "galactic explosion".

"Tsk tsk tsk, so you see, if your absolute output value isn't good, even if you have the best mechanics and characteristics, it's all for nothing."

"The 'Grand Temple of Time and Space' falling into the hands of the Goetia is a real waste... At best, it can only serve as a 'timeline observation station.' Even to macroscopically manipulate and reset the current timeline, it would require burning through four billion years of human reason on Earth to accumulate enough energy... That's just too pathetic."

“What does Goetia know about the Grand Temple of Time and Space? It is only in my hands that it truly unleashes its inherent power.” Wang Li strolled through the temple, her footsteps echoing in the almost empty space.

Each step creates a silver ripple on the mirror-like floor, which spreads out and lingers for a long time.

His gaze swept over the towering, seemingly endless columns on both sides.

The boundless brilliance of the starry river flowed slowly over these pillars, which seemed to support the sky and the earth, as if silently telling the story of the birth, glory and demise of each and every timeline.

The flowing starlight seemed to come alive, actively entwining and playing around his plain clothes, eventually weaving him into an illusory robe flowing with a dazzling halo like the Milky Way.

At the far end of the temple, a majestic throne stands silently.

Its entirety seems to have been sculpted by the invisible and infinite time itself.

It presents a strange semi-transparent texture, with countless dazzling streams of light surging and flowing inside, revealing the mystery of time.

The back of the seat is inlaid with billions of flickering time and space nodes. Each tiny point of light represents a possible world line, a future waiting to be written or rewritten.

This divine throne is a combination of all the wonders within the boundless river of time in Wang Li's main material world, and even the invisible nurturing of Wang Li's microcosm time and time again. It has already undergone countless transformations.

Even if Goetia himself came, no matter how carefully he looked, he might not be able to recognize it.

Wang Li calmly took her seat.

The throne fit his body perfectly, as if it had been sculpted to fit his very being.

The moment he sat down, the entire silent temple seemed to be infused with a soul, and countless scenes from the timeline of the great river of time flowed and appeared around him.

“I have to say.”

Wang Li murmured to herself, her voice creating ripples in the strange hall, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, disturbing some inherent order, "I've really messed up this spacetime."

His gaze deepened, easily piercing the invisible barriers of the temple and looking directly at the ever-flowing river of time on a conceptual level.

Although it has been repaired by Wang Li and others, this river that sustains the existence of all worlds still appears murky and turbid.

The river, which should have been clear and bright, reflecting countless possibilities, is now mixed with too many discordant impurities.

Countless tributaries branched off haphazardly, some flowing willfully in the wrong direction, and some even stopping abruptly halfway through, forming a terrible interruption of flow, like severed limbs.

The river occasionally surged with abnormal, malicious waves, violently crashing against the non-existent riverbank, emitting a muffled groan.

In the long river of time, the timelines that should have been interwoven in an orderly fashion are now densely intertwined.

It's like a tangled mess that's been played with and tangled by a naughty child, or like a pot of overcooked eight-treasure porridge.

(End of this chapter)