Food delivery services are available in every world, and the big shots are going crazy for me.

Chapter 422: The Scene of the World-Destroying Heavenly Tribulation

"Oh? Quick transmigration mission takers? I noticed your attire and aura were different from theirs earlier. So you're souls from another world." The owner of the voice didn't seem particularly surprised.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the balls emitted a blue light, and above the blue light appeared a phantom image.

The phantom's attire is closer to modern clothing, but it's more sophisticated, giving the impression of combat gear.

"It really is you guys!" The man was clearly stunned for two seconds when he saw Mo Qianxun, and then he laughed.

"Senior...do you know us?" Mo Qianxun was a little puzzled. How could they know each other when they were separated by such a long period of time?
"Are you called Qianxun?" The man looked at Mo Qianxun with a look of satisfaction and doting, as if he were looking at a junior.

"My name is indeed Chihiro, but there are many people with the same name as Chihiro." In modern times, having the same name is no joke.

"It's definitely you! Although your aura is a little weak, it is indeed you!" The phantom looked at Mo Qianxun, as if it were looking through her at someone else.

Mo Qianxun: SO? I'm also getting into stand-in literature?
"Senior, do we...know each other?"

The phantom figure snapped out of its daze, looked at her, and shook its head: "You and I have never met, but I have met your ancestors, or rather, your previous life."

"My past life?"

"You've all seen the apocalyptic murals outside, haven't you?"

"Yes, got it."

"These murals are more detailed than what is said outside, but even more detailed details are not depicted." The illusory figure looked at Mo Qianxun's shoulder.

Long time no see!
008 felt like this phantom could see himself. He scratched his head. Why did the phantom look at him like he was looking at a long-lost friend?

"You little foxes can leave now. I have something to discuss with them privately," the phantom said, dismissing the elders.

"Yes!" Several elders retreated behind the door, watching them from a distance.

At that moment, the bronze door suddenly closed.

The Third Elder hurriedly knocked on the door, looking at the First Elder with some anxiety: "What should we do? What if something happens to them inside?"

"Don't worry, senior has no ill intentions towards them. Besides, if they encounter danger, they can simply return to their own world to hide. Let's just wait for them here."

"Alright then!" The Second Elder pulled the Third Elder back.

In the main hall

Mo Qianxun glanced at the closed bronze door and looked at the illusory figure in front of her: "Senior, is there anything you want to tell us?"

"I just want to show you something!" Then, the phantom disappeared, replaced by a scene of a battlefield.

The ground was littered with corpses: some in modern clothes, some in interstellar clothing, some in ancient clothing, some in animal skins, and all sorts of animal carcasses.

"This is... a scene from the last cataclysmic battle?" Ling Feng looked at the brutal scene and could already imagine how intense the battle was back then.

"That's right, that's the scene!"

The screen came to life, and everyone saw the two sides in the standoff.

"Could these be gods from that world? They look... disgusting!" Chen Min almost vomited when she looked at the appearance of the invading enemies.

Are these really gods? They look more like monsters from a comic book. "The World Wall weakens their image, so what we see is their most primitive state. As for those more realistic images, they are deliberately created by them."

"Ugh~ Disgusting."

The figures on the screen suddenly came to life.

What followed was a devastating war, which even Mo Qianxun and the others, as bystanders, could no longer bear to watch.

This is too violent and bloody. Tearing people apart with bare hands, dismembering them into pieces, and exploding into a mist of blood.

Just when Mo Qianxun and the others were about to lose their patience, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and a man appeared out of thin air. Although the man's face was somewhat blurry, judging from his figure, he was definitely an extremely handsome man.

With the addition of men, our combat strength has been significantly improved.

Just when everyone thought they would continue their triumphant march forward, the man suddenly coughed up blood, his black hair turned white, and he became extremely weak.

"Could it be that his serious injury has relapsed?" Mo Qianxun looked at the man's weak appearance and felt a pang of heartache for some reason.

"It seems so!"

Just when our morale was low, the man who should have been lying weakly in bed reappeared on the battlefield. However, this time, there was someone standing with him.

It was a woman, a woman who looked exactly like Mo Qianxun.

The woman, wielding a jade-green longsword, followed closely behind the man, wreaking havoc and significantly easing the situation on his side.

After the invaders finally collapsed and fled, the spacetime rift suddenly began to expand. Some people who were not paying attention were directly sucked into the spacetime rift, and their fate was unknown.

To repair the spacetime rift, the man transformed his divine consciousness into golden threads, which then mended the rift.

The woman standing next to the man sacrificed her own soul to fill in the remaining gaps.

As Mo Qianxun watched the woman gradually turn into fragments, she felt pain all over her body for some reason.

"Qianxun!" Upon seeing this, Ling Feng immediately pulled Mo Qianxun into his arms. "No!" he cried out, his expression tense as he tightly restrained Mo Qianxun with both hands.

Mo Qianxun was struggling to breathe from the tightness and could only keep patting Ling Feng's back.

"Let go of me, I'm being strangled to death."

"Hey, Captain Ling, let go of Qianxun right now, or you'll strangle her before she even turns into pieces." Chen Min stepped forward and pulled the two apart.

Mo Qianxun gasped for breath: "Oh my god, I almost thought I was going to die from a hug."

Mo Qianxun looked at the phantom image that replaced the battlefield scene above: "That man should be the Supreme God, but who is that girl who looks a lot like me? I feel like her relationship with the Supreme God is unusual."

"That was the main god's contractor. The main god was in a weakened state due to old injuries. That girl was also named Qianxun. She was a prodigy in the cultivation world and the person with the best chance of ascending to godhood. Back then, the two of them made a contract, and their lives were bound together. After the main god repaired the cracks, Qianxun knew that she would not live for long, so she used her remaining power to repair some small cracks." The phantom said, sighing.

"Pity."

"Could she be my ancestor? After all, she has already turned into fragments to mend the gaps, so she probably won't be reincarnated!"

The illusory figure spread its hands: "Who knows!"