The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Yan Cong suddenly looked up.

Upon recognizing the dark gold body, the smile vanished from his face, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the hammer bulged.

This is the thing that controlled his entire life!

However, before Heaven could even speak...

"Snapped!"

A black vortex the size of a washbasin suddenly appeared in front of the little golden statue.

Golden light swirled around the edge of the vortex.

A hand reached out from the whirlpool.

There was no build-up whatsoever.

There was no power buildup.

The hand aimed at the little golden statue's face and slapped it directly.

"boom--"

Inside and outside the canopy, countless people stared wide-eyed at the same time.

The little golden statue flew out of the live broadcast frame and crashed hard into the wall behind it.

The wall suddenly caved in.

Its entire body was embedded in it, with only its two legs sticking out.

The palm is withdrawn.

The vortex then disappeared.

From its appearance to its end, it lasts only a moment.

Jinling Wuzhong, 23rd floor.

Xingyao frowned, turned around, twisted her body, and said angrily.

"Class monitor! I want to take a picture~ Why haven't you taken one yet~"

Ye Chuhao looked at her eager face and said, "You're going to get it all swollen from another hit? Are you sure you want more!?"

"want!"

She twisted her body again. "This is also a mark you left on me, class monitor. I want to remember this feeling!"

"OK."

"Snap—"

Inside and outside the canopy, almost everyone made a gesture of slapping themselves.

"Holy crap..."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

"Is this for real?!"

"Did I see that right?"

"Did a hand reach out and slap the Heavenly Dao?"

【Winter Rain in the Ancient City】: "That should be... the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, right?"

[Yun Nianshang]: "Stop 'should'! Besides him, who else can so casually criticize the Heavenly Dao?"

[Rainy Pavilion]: "Wasn't it said that our Desolate Emperor is currently undergoing a breakthrough?"

"Damn it, how can he still make a move?"

[Winter Rain in the Ancient City]: "Is it possible... that the one who made this move is the one from five thousand years ago?"

"Holy crap..."

[Rainy Pavilion]: "What do you mean by that upstairs?!"

"It means..."

【Winter Rain in the Ancient City】: "Perhaps the Desolate Heavenly Emperor knows what we're doing right now!"

"Or rather..."

"People from their generation all know this!"

"Everything we're doing now! They can see it all!"

After this sentence appeared, the chat went blank again.

"Click—"

The sound of falling gravel could be heard in the live stream.

The little golden figure twisted its body and slowly pried itself out of the wall.

He looked to the left first.

Then look to the right.

Only after confirming that the hand did not reappear did he jump down from the human-shaped pit in the wall.

The moment they landed, the black patterns and golden light simultaneously receded.

He transformed back into Aikun's appearance.

Only the handprint on his right cheek remained, and no matter how the power of the rules washed over it, it did not fade in the slightest.

Aikun, fanning himself with a folding fan, slowly walked back to the camera.

"You guessed right."

"Everything we do now, everything we reveal, our ancestors from five thousand years ago could see it all."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Damn it, I called the Dragon King an idiot."

"I'm finished too. I even called the God of War brain-dead."

"I just said I wanted to take off towards Jiang Jianxian..."

"Are we going to die?"

"Waaaaah..."

While some in the live stream were in despair, others were excited.

"Huh?!"

"You dog streamer... ugh! Grandpa Tiandao, are you serious?!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Desolate Heavenly Emperor, can you see this?!"

"I want to sleep with you, I want to have your babies!"

"666".

"What do you mean by 'female supremacy'?"

"I went; I received quite a lot of information today."

"So, everyone remembers the last time the dog streamer was talking about the God of War arc, when something came up unexpectedly?"

"I suspect that it wasn't just Bureau 749 that came knocking on his door back then. I feel that he must have been beaten up by the Desolate Emperor."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"And last time, when it was about Old Master Yan, he also mentioned that some little black guys came to his door and beat him up."

"I suspect he was beaten up by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

As he watched the comments scroll by, Ai Kun's smile gradually faded.

He narrowed his eyes, his voice turning colder.

"My darlings, I am the Heavenly Dao!"

[Ke Chun]: "Ah! Yes, yes, yes! You are the Heavenly Dao that even if the Desolate Heavenly Emperor slapped you across the wall, you couldn't pry yourself off."

[The One Who Reaches the Unity of All Paths]: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"You are the Heavenly Dao that was kicked around like a stray dog ​​by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

"Heaven's will! I'm wrong!"

[My writing reflects my own perspective]:

"We never expected the main villain to be right under our noses, and we didn't even know!"

"Click-clack—"

Aikun's face began to contort.

The table beneath His hands creaked and shattered under the weight.

The audience was somewhat taken aback by this reaction.

But then I thought about it again. Aikun had just admitted that our ancestors from five thousand years ago could also see this live broadcast.

The group of people immediately regained their composure.

"What's wrong?!"

"You want to kill me after I just said a few words to you!"

"I'm telling you! Even if you kill me today, I'll still curse you!"

"Our ancestors are watching!"

"If you're so capable, then kill me through the internet!"

Ai Kun's anger vanished instantly.

He smiled again.

"Oh dear, how could I dare?"

"Since everyone likes to criticize, then criticize even more."

"Let's not talk about the live stream anymore, okay?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Your Majesty, it was my lack of manners that offended you. Please, grant me your permission to continue the story!"

+1.

+99.

"Exactly, let's get back to the question of why there's a closed loop of cause and effect!"

"We mortals are too foolish to fathom the supreme wisdom of the Heavenly Dao!"

"snort."

Aikun crossed his arms, and a smile finally returned to his face.

"Since you mortals have sincerely inquired, I, the Heavenly Dao, will show great mercy and explain the profound mysteries to you."

"We are all ears and humbly request Your Excellency to enlighten us!"

"Whoosh—"

A gavel appeared in Ai Kun's hand.

"Snapped!"

The gavel slammed heavily onto the table.

"We just said that."

"Your ancestors can all see this live stream!"

"Is that right?"

"For us, this live broadcast is like archaeology, it's about revealing history that has already happened."

"but!"

Aikun raised his finger.

"For people five thousand years ago, a significant portion of this represented a future that had not yet occurred!"

"If you knew you'd be hit and killed by a car tomorrow if you went out, would you still go out?"

"Of course not."

"You'll change the route, prepare in advance, or even dismantle that transport vehicle altogether."

"Therefore, from the moment live streaming came into being 5,000 years ago, what we are doing is no longer just archaeology."

"We have been changing established history."

The scrolling speed of the bullet comments gradually slowed down.

Some people already realized what Ai Kun was going to say.

Why is that period of history considered a given?

Aikun spread his hands.

"Because it had already happened completely once before we discovered it."

"The Ancient Dragon Kingdom was destroyed."

"Squad 9 was killed in action."

"All traces left by everyone have been buried deep in the ruins and desolation."

Ai Kun was still smiling.

The playful glint in his eyes was gone.

"The history we unearthed is already dead."

"so……"

He raised his head and looked through the lens at the sky five thousand years ago.

"We are now making history."