Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 536 The River of Time, Aren't you afraid of death at all?!
"Looks like I'll have to find a contractor and outsource this River of Time..."

Wang Li stroked the armrest of the throne, which was cold and swirled with endless patterns of time and space. Her thoughts flowed like the surging river of time below, with countless ideas rising and falling.

He looked down at the vast river that, while still magnificent on a macro level, was actually riddled with trauma and abnormal "inflammation" within, and an indescribable sense of unease lingered in his heart.

The restoration work was far more tedious and complex than he had initially anticipated.

It's not just about filling cracks and smoothing out turbulence; it involves re-organizing countless causal lines, maintaining a delicate balance of infinite possibilities, and fighting against those "foreign objects" that take advantage of the situation and try to erode the foundation of spacetime.

This is by no means the work of one person. Even someone as powerful as Wang Li, a Saint with the Seventh Sense, who possesses the Grand Temple and wields the power of time and space, would find it difficult to complete such a massive project alone in a short period of time.

If you actually do that, wouldn't it be no different from going to jail?
So... with all the projects outsourced, it's time to find an unlucky guy... or rather, a lucky guy, to pull him out of endless possibilities and pin him to the throne of "general contractor".

If he or she didn't mind, Wang Li would be completely willing to give him the throne she was currently sitting on, along with the entire Crowned Time-Space Temple, as payment for taking over this "unfinished project"!

Ultimately, despite the magnificent and boundless power of this "Grand Temple of Time and Space," which surveys the universe and overlooks the ages, even the limits of mortal imagination are insufficient to describe even a fraction of its grandeur.

Standing at the other end of time, it is the absolute fulcrum of governance and observation; its brilliance is enough to illuminate the past and the future, and its power is enough to interfere with the birth and death of time.

Even in those strange and diverse worlds where creator gods fly everywhere, world-ending disasters come one after another, and versions change faster and faster, this temple has never faded and still represents the ultimate embodiment of a certain spacetime realm.

But in essence, it is just a creation that Wang Li made from nothing, using a mysterious treasure from another world as a conceptual model and her own supreme will and cosmic power as the foundation.

After Wang Li fully understood its essence and its construction template, it could be said that as long as Wang Li wanted, he could recreate dozens of "temples" with similar functions, perhaps with different forms, anytime and anywhere.

To Wang Li, it was like a tool casually crafted by a craftsman, utterly worthless ╮(╯＿╰)╭.

Well, of course, the claim that it's worthless is only relative to Wang's own opinion.

For any being below Wang Li, whether mortal, heroic spirit, god, or powerful life form from other dimensions, if they have the opportunity to sit on the throne of this "Grand Temple of Time and Space".

Even if one only briefly wields one ten-thousandth of its power, it would be an unimaginable, earth-shattering opportunity, a supreme blessing that could elevate one to the highest level and even reshape one's own destiny and rank!
To describe it as "reaching the sky in one step" would be too pale and weak.

However, even with such a generous "reward," Wang Li still found it difficult to make a decision after mentally reviewing the options.

It's not that there are no other options, but rather... there are both costs and risks involved.

Entrusting such important power and responsibility to others could trigger a chain reaction far beyond imagination. "Sigh..." Wang Li rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing headache. "It feels like choosing anyone is a high-stakes gamble with unpredictable consequences..." He let out a sigh full of helplessness and caution.

Entrusting the restoration project of the River of Time, which concerns the birth and death of countless worlds and the fate of trillions of lives, is by no means an easy task.

He needs not only a capable executor, but also a like-minded and trustworthy "comrade".

Otherwise, while the structural damage to the main road may be repaired on the surface, it may trigger new and more unpredictable spacetime distortions due to differences in ideology or conflicting power attributes. This would be like using incompatible paints when restoring an ancient painting, which could cause even deeper damage and would be a real disaster.

"Is it possible that in this vast and diverse world, there is no one like me who is steady, reliable, responsible, and can understand the intricacies of spacetime repair?"

Just as his mind raced, weighing various possibilities and trying to find even a "relatively" reliable option among the many powerful beings or potential collaborators he knew, he was caught in a moment of intense thought.

Boom! ! !

A terrifying roar, not transmitted through the air but directly impacting the essence of spacetime and shaking the core of the soul, suddenly erupted from beneath him without warning!
The river of time, which under his suppression and regulation, was originally just flowing quietly, though its interior was riddled with holes and covered with "inflammation" and "ulceration," at least on the surface it maintained a basic "calm" facade.

Suddenly, as if stimulated by some will from a higher dimension, it completely lost all restraint and stirred up boundless and destructive waves!

Like a "primordial bomb" originating from the singularity of the universe and containing infinite mass and energy, it was thrown into the most vulnerable "lake" of spacetime by the invisible and malicious hand of a giant god, instantly stirring up billions of chaotic ripples mixed with the dust of the past, fragments of the present, and bubbles of the future!
These ripples are no longer natural spacetime fluctuations; they are full of destructiveness. Wherever they pass, the already fragile causal lines break, and the stable spacetime structure groans under unbearable pressure.

Blah blah blah...blah blah blah...

This is not the sound of flowing water, but the piercing, teeth-grinding scream of countless timelines being violently pulled and spacetime dimensions being forcibly distorted!
Countless timelines that were originally hidden deep within the river, existing as background radiation and representing infinite possibilities and the "future," were now violently pulled from the "potential" level to the surface by a force originating from the river itself.

Within the great river, each collision of the silk threads unleashed blinding spatial rifts powerful enough to annihilate stars, scattering countless bizarre and wondrous lights.

They came into being from nothing, from the illusory to the real, in accordance with Wang Li's thoughts and choices at that very moment.

This leads to the creation of more detailed and more mysterious illusory timelines of the future!
At this moment, the entire river of time suddenly became even more bustling...

This scene made Wang Li's eyes twitch uncontrollably.

To be honest, I punched you so hard last night that you were sent to the ICU and almost couldn't get up. And now you still have the energy to jump around and have fun.

I have to say, River of Time, you're absolutely fearless!
(End of this chapter)