Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

"He Xi, the light we shine into this universe will eventually go out. My dear sister failed to destroy my order, but it was not the crown prince I chose who saved the order. Perhaps believing in the data is not entirely correct." Kaisha was still sitting on the throne, casually talking to a silver-haired angel.

Yan takes over the position of Sky Blade King, and Aenecid may become the King of Angels in the future, but before she grows up, she naturally needs these regents to serve as regent.

Kesha had thought all these things over before deciding to die so decisively, but she didn't expect that Enishid would fall into the fantasy kingdom so easily.

The data is not static. Her knowledge base has already changed the suggestion to Ge Xiaolun. In addition, with the grace of resurrection, she did not hesitate.

One is the King of Angels, the other is the King of Sky Blades, and the three kings assist in maintaining the order of angels.

"It's been a hundred thousand years, and you still haven't let it go. Why do angels have to have a king?" He Xi rubbed her forehead. She already knew that Su Mali died at the hands of the Galaxy Power, but she couldn't say the word "strange".

Moreover, she still has something to hold over Xu Zhenqing, which is Su Mali's account. After eliminating Hua Ye, Su Mali has never appeared, which means she is "not dead" biologically.

Later, when He Xi learned that Xu Zhenqing had her contact information, she was ashamed to death. This was equivalent to her dark history being directly known to others.

Although he knew that there was something fishy about Yan's succession to the throne, He Xi chose to ignore it and help her become the true King of Angels.

"The decisive battle is about to begin. The Zero Alliance is just a backup plan. Restarting the universe is equivalent to a fight to the death. Perhaps we can compromise." He Xi expressed his views.

Kesha shook her head and said, "There's an old saying on Earth that goes, 'Strike the first blow to prevent a hundred blows from coming.'"

When saying this, Kesha did not encrypt her voice. Anyone with a little bit of power in this starry sky could hear it.

"This universe is truly full of hidden talents, and there are so many powerful civilizations. But why am I teamed up with this guy? It's so embarrassing."

Han Xiao took a look from afar and couldn't help but sigh. They were both born of the same mother, so why was there such a big gap between Liang Bing and Kaisha?

The fleets of the Angel Civilization, the Crimson Empire, the Void Spirit Cult, and the Mabrus Civilization were overwhelming, covering almost the entire three-dimensional space.

A civilization that ascended from the two-dimensional world was obsessed with ancient poetry and exhausted all the combinations of Chinese characters. They were so obsessed that others called them Li Bai civilization.

Li Bai's civilization can enter and exit the eleventh dimension at will, and can master technologies that are no different from those of a god, such as creating and repairing bodies, space jumping, implanting thoughts, and converting matter and energy into each other.

It is the Universe Development and Reform Commission in the Zero Return Alliance. In front of Li Bai's civilization, let alone the low-end Dark Forest Law, even the cosmic laws such as the speed of light and two-dimensionality that are regarded as laws in the universe can be ignored one by one.

Low-temperature civilization, silicon-based empire, carbon-based federation, God civilization, mirror musicians, troubleshooter civilization... there are countless of them, each of which started as a god-level civilization, and in the low-dimensional world, they used dimensionality reduction to attack the fleeing gods.

Among them, the silicon-based civilization absorbed the Cybertron civilization, a silicon-based civilization that lost its source of fire and gradually died out, while the carbon-based federation absorbed the major cosmic countries and its strength became a god-level civilization.

These forces control all the matter and laws of the entire universe. They usually engage in performance art, but they are still brought out by this bunch of lunatics from the God Group.

Logically speaking, the Universal Alliance that controls TOAA and the Celestial Group should also obey humans. After several rewrites, they are still out of control, which is why this crisis broke out.

The crisis originated on Earth, leaving the common people baffled. What could possibly happen to their homeland that would create a cosmic crisis that even the TOAA couldn't handle? Fortunately, in this epoch of reincarnation, the universe had given birth to numerous god-level civilizations, most of which originated in the idyllic era of the eleventh dimension. The mutual communication between these civilizations was a spectacle rarely seen in hundreds of epochs of reincarnation.

The Demon Eye Civilization, the Singer Civilization, the Edge Civilization, and the Three-Body Civilization are also at the bottom of the alliance. They have not experienced that era and have no legacy from that era.

These god-level civilizations sang, created, and wiped out the multi-level gods in a subtle way.

Even if they escape to the multiverse, as long as they still exist in this stitched world, they will be knocked on each door and turned into works of art.

The low-temperature civilization chased to the three-dimensional world and saw the blue planet in front of them. They were excited for a moment. When they came to this planet, there were many ordinary people who came down from the Idea House to do art.

It stayed there for a long time. Only the work of a man named Yan Dong was better carved, which inspired the alien friend's creative passion and made him want to show off in front of humans.

Yan Dong said casually: "There is a river and sea next to it, you can go there to get a piece of ice."

When the cryogenic artist heard this, he thought it was a joke. How could a god-level civilization be satisfied with just taking a piece of ice?

The cryogenic artist began its performance, which took 200 days to use up all the oceans on the earth, and even the glaciers in Antarctica and Greenland were plundered.

These 200,000 frozen blocks of ice were launched into Earth's orbit, crossing the sky from east to west.

On Earth, you can clearly distinguish each ice block. Some of these ice blocks are rotating or still, some are flashing or not, forming a magnificent river in the sky.

This Milky Way flows majestically in the sky of the earth. At different times of the day, the light and color of the ice ring undergo rich changes, like a cosmic rainbow. Its magnificence is so great that it is difficult to express in words.

Someone exclaimed: "Oh my god, come out and see God, the one walking in the air, this guy is a genius!"

The people on Earth were not worried about the consequences of this. At most, they could just rewrite it. In their minds, even the solar system had turned into a scroll several times, and then been restored the next day.

The low-temperature artist was very satisfied with the general praise and said to Yan Dong: "I'm done, what do you think?"

"It's not that great. There was a civilization called Li Bai before, and his poems are much more spectacular than yours." Yan Dong said angrily when he saw that his ice sculpture was used up.

The cryogenic artist's body shuddered. The key point was that he couldn't refute it and could only adjust the timeline back. For an imperfect work, it would of course be destroyed.

The earth is now the art center of the universe, and these things are no longer surprising to ordinary people.

It was at this time that the cryogenic artist thought of his mission. When he was modifying the timeline, he suddenly discovered that the escaped god had fled to a destroyed timeline.

"I stepped on the Emperor's Bone and finally returned, thanks to this egg. Boy, are you looking for this guy?"

(End of this chapter)