Those time travelers that year

This was a fatal temptation, an irresistible allure for Raistlin. However, what tormented him was that he could only choose one of them, which was an unbearable torment for him.

"You can only choose one, otherwise you'll lose control of the divine power and be driven mad by it," the figure said. "Your intellectually challenged brother's experience of the future, in my view, is just another timeline, not the real future. Otherwise, he couldn't so easily change the past."

'In that timeline, you would become a destroyer, simply because you actually defeated Tiamat and fully absorbed her divinity. And among Tiamat's divine powers happens to be the power of destruction. Since you cannot control these powers and lack knowledge in this area, you would become a destroyer.'

So choose carefully!

'Once you've made up your mind, there's no going back.'

“I…I choose…” Raistlin trembled as he slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he opened them, all hesitation gone, leaving only unwavering resolve. “I choose [All-Seeing]!”

"Oh!" The figure looked at Raistlin with surprise. "Originally, I intended to give this divine spark away, but unfortunately, due to some kind of stubbornness, she was unwilling to accept it and only took the other divine sparks, [Sun] and [Light]... However, you have good judgment. Although in terms of power, [All-Seeing] is not as good as the others, in the long run, this one has more potential."

'So, have you made up your mind?'

Caramon couldn't see what was happening here; he could only hear the conversation between the two sides. This caused him pain, it made him roar, and it plunged him into deep despair.

He didn't know if all of this would lead to the future he foresaw, but he knew that once Raistlin made his choice, he would lose his brother forever. And Raistlin's choice, whatever the outcome, was blasphemy against the gods. For those living in a theocratic world, they might curse an unseen god, but they would never dare to dream of becoming one.

And Caramon eventually heard Raistlin's reply.

"That's right!"

Karamon knew nothing of what happened after that; his memory was fragmented. When he came to his senses, he returned to Klein with the white-robed priestess, Krisanna. The priest, who had been on the verge of death, had recovered.

Just as he anxiously got up, searching for his younger brother...

As darkness fell, a star slowly rose from the edge of the sky, radiating dazzling light. Upon seeing this star, Karamon collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the moment.

At the same time, throughout the world of Klein, many who were moved subconsciously looked towards that star, and under the guidance of some unseen force, began to pray softly:

My Lord Raistlin,

You are the master of the past and the present.

My Lord Raistlin,

You raise your throne high.

My Lord Raistlin,

You have raised your kingdom to the heavens.

My Lord Raistlin,

Your kingdom will become an immortal star.

560. The monkeys are about to enter.

In the void beyond the world, in a place beyond the reach of even the most powerful divine forces, when the star representing Raistlin rose in the world of Klein, Charles, who had been sitting there with his eyes closed, opened them.

As an evil god transcending the boundaries of this world, it would be difficult for Sharl to directly and forcibly descend. But that doesn't matter; his avatar has already entered that multiverse. All he needs now is a 'vessel' to accommodate his descent. And what 'vessel' could be more suitable there than the Endless Abyss?!

Now, all Xia Er needs to do is constantly disrupt the original order of that world, twisting the predetermined trajectory of fate one by one, until finally he can directly descend upon the entire endless abyss, turning it into his 'vessel' and devouring it completely.

As for what to do with those demons? Let them be! Demons have no human rights, so Charles has no interest in what fate awaits them, whether it's that fat guy, that six-fingered freak, or that deformed two-headed baboon... To Charles, the demon prince who is famous in the multiverse of that world is just an extra meal at most.

"I, Old Sun, think you're a very unreliable kid."

Just as Charles was about to continue controlling the clone projected into that world and cause more trouble, a voice with an arrogant tone rang out.

"Haven't they found a way to get me, Old Sun, in yet?!"

Charles sighed and had no choice but to turn around to face the godlike monkey. The monkey was still dressed in the same golden crown, golden armor, and cloud boots, holding a golden cudgel in its hand. From a distance, it looked imposing, like a crimson radiance.

Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, is a monkey who has transcended vulgar interests, a monkey who is dedicated to overthrowing tyranny, a monkey who aspires to liberate the world, and a monkey who... was inexplicably dyed red when Xia Er pulled him out of mythology.

He is not just one person, no, he is not just a monkey. Behind him are expectations numbering in the hundreds of millions. He is the red flame of revolution, dedicated to overthrowing all the monsters and demons that hinder social progress and development.

Now, holding the golden cudgel, the monkey is looking at Xia Er with impatience. If this monkey weren't excessively strong, like Xia Er, rejected by the world, it would have already gone in and harmonized those gods.

"If we can't find a way, then forget it..." the monkey said. "I'll just blast through this inexplicable bubble with my staff, force my way in, and catch those demons and monsters off guard, overturning that so-called Pantheon!" Hmm, this is a terrifying upright ape. Xia Er now feels like he must have gone too far. Why did he inexplicably give this monkey such a cheat code? Now, even if he were here in his true form, he might not be able to keep this monkey quiet.

Charles observed the increasingly impatient monkey and considered the situation briefly. Firstly, continuing to block it wasn't an option; he didn't want a friendly sparring match with a super monkey who had unleashed the Heavenly Transformation Technique, instantly ascending to a height of 90,000 zhang. Secondly, the area wasn't completely open yet. He could project himself inside, Athena and Lucifer could enter even with their powers suppressed, and he had already tossed the unconscious Campiones inside. However, the monkey itself couldn't enter.

"Well, I had no choice!" Charles spread his hands to indicate that it had nothing to do with him. "How should I put it now? Well, the world refuses to accept proletarian revolution. The gods of the Pantheon, united, ultimately represent the will of the vast majority of the world, and the masses are utterly ignorant..."

"How about this! Great Sage, can't you use monkey hairs as clones?! I'll try to open a hole in the crystal wall, and you can send one clone in first to get used to it. By the way, can one clone handle a god?!"

"Hey kid!" the monkey said confidently, waving his golden cudgel. "Since I, Old Sun, can't personally kill those demons and monsters, I can still send an avatar in... As for whether one of my avatars can kill a god, what do you think!"

“Alright!” Xia Er nodded and said, “Then I’ll open a hole for your monkey hair to go in, Great Sage…” As he spoke, he handed a notebook to the monkey.

"What?!"

"The information on the gods of that world is limited; even a clone of one of them probably doesn't have much power! So, I suggest that after your clone goes in and adapts to the environment, you try your best to kill those powerful gods who have the greatest influence on the world—like this one, the tyrannical god Bane."

"Hmm... Imperial feudal autocratic landlords!?" The monkey flipped through the notebook in his hand, found the information about Bane, nodded, and said with a stern expression, "This kind of imperialist ideology and its promoters must be defeated!"

“Okay!” Charles nodded. “I’ll put in some extra effort and open the door right away!” Rather than keeping this monkey by his side and worrying about him getting impatient and causing trouble, it was better to let this botched mess wreak havoc on the gods of the multiverse. As for whether Bane, the target, had any objections, that was none of Charles’s concern.

So, after the birth of a new god in the world of Klein, this troubled world faced new problems.

Of course, a mere new god wouldn't be noticed by those powerful gods. However, the fact that this new god clearly had a grudge against the two dragon gods, Bahamut and Tiamat, made those gods watch the show from the sidelines and secretly make some small moves.

So when the crystal wall rippled in the slightest way, no one noticed that a single monkey hair floated out from that tiny ripple and drifted into the astral plane.

Here, the astral plane is a magical place, so magical that even the gods dare not enter rashly lest they perish.

The Astral Plane is a vast, boundless sphere, or rather, a space, where the sky above, below, and all around is a clear, silvery expanse. Most of it is open space without boundaries, and matter is rarely seen. Of course, solid matter can be found here. If you encounter a floating island here, you're in luck, because islands floating in the Astral Plane could very well be the remains of a fallen deity.

However, it all depends on luck. Some islands have good stuff, while others... well, anyway, those deformed divine monsters will warmly welcome every visitor. Because there is no precise passage of time here, heaven knows how many terrifying ancient monsters exist here.

Just like now, on an island in the astral plane, this is a forbidden area, a true forbidden area for the Githyanki people who live here.

This is one of the few places where the exact danger has been discovered—a divine abomination lives here. Or rather, this island was once the home of an immortal being, though now this once invincible god is a tomb, its remains transformed into an island.

Because of the lingering divine aura of this unknown deity, a divine abomination was naturally drawn here and settled down. Then, at this moment, the monkey hair that had traversed the crystal wall also drifted down here.

561. The style of this monkey's drawing is a bit off.

As is widely known, the birth of divine abominations is a manifestation of error, a product of divine power that should not have existed and was not foreseen.

The above statements are derived from various inexplicable sources, and are very likely fabricated by those perverts and bitches who couldn't control their lower bodies and hired online trolls to whitewash themselves.

In short, most divine abominations originate from those incredibly powerful gods. The more powerful and ancient the god, the more troublesome the divine abominations born from them become.

There are many notorious abominations, among which the most disgusting is the time-traveling abomination Fiani. Of course, we won't comment on this alpaca, one of the top ten mythical creatures on Baidu. After all, while abominations may roam the astral plane, the chances of encountering Fiani are extremely low. Although, in the current version, Fiani is no longer the awesome alpaca but rather a cloud of smog.

On this island, which was formed from the remains of a god who had been lying dead for an unknown period of time, there was not Feani, who was no longer an alpaca, but its distant brother. Well, they were all born of gods, so let's just say they were barely alive!

In any case, the Gisyanki don't come near here because a Zeusker lives here, and because of this large ice block, the island is covered with cold storms and frost.

Zeuxkeel, the Frost Abomination, was born from gods whose divine authority encompassed chaos, evil, and cold. Like all divine abominations, Zeuxkeel, born under unauthorized circumstances, possessed terrifying power from birth, and like other divine abominations, was either banished or sealed away.

This one here was clearly exiled, perhaps forced to leave a glacier in some prime material world and be artificially driven to the astral plane. Then, out of hatred for the gods, after sensing divine presence, this Zeuxkell wandered here.

It is precisely because of the presence of a Zeusker here that the entire island is perpetually shrouded in howling ice crystal storms.

But amidst the unchanging storm that has lasted for millennia, a single monkey hair gently emerged and then danced in the wind. Subsequently, under the influence of an unknown force, it ignored the blizzard and landed directly on the snow below.

A flash of golden-red light appeared, and the monkey hair vanished, replaced by a standing figure. This figure had a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, its entire body was covered in fur, it wore golden armor, and its cloud-patterned boots were buried in the snow below. The two phoenix wings on the golden crown on its head were flapping wildly in the howling wind.

The monkey, upon appearing, shook itself, dispelling the large patches of frost that had accumulated on its body. Then, a faint golden-red light appeared on the monkey's body, blocking the surrounding cold wind.

Reaching out and scratching its ear, the upright monkey pulled out a needle-like object from its ear.

"Whoosh!" The monkey blew on the embroidery needle, and instantly, the mere embroidery needle turned into a long stick and fell into the monkey's hand.

"This is the other world?!" The monkey glanced at the howling snow and wind around him, nonchalantly reaching into his robes and pulling out a notebook, which he then opened. "Hmm... this is the Astral Plane, also known as the dimensional expressway and highway... What the hell! You can go wherever you want just by thinking about it, and you'll naturally arrive at your destination, but the time is uncertain?!"

"I, Old Sun, think this is unreliable!"

The monkey criticized, "Don't they know the saying, 'To get rich, build roads first'? This harsh environment, if properly maintained, can be transformed into a convenient highway for a high-speed railway, facilitating trade between different parts of the world and boosting economic development!? Alas! Truly foolish feudal imperialism..."

Ignoring the raging snowstorm, the monkey launched a scathing critique, pointing out the various "visionless," "foresightless," and "aimedless" policies of the gods in this world. He also deeply felt that this world truly needed the crimson light to give those foolish rulers a wake-up call, to show them what the iron fist of the international proletariat meant in its dictatorship over all kinds of feudal imperialism.

However, just as the monkey, braving the swirling snow, finished its criticism and loudly recited a poem, "Qinyuanchun: Snow," a dark figure, as large as an iceberg, appeared amidst the icy storm.

"The northern scenery is magnificent, a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow." Whether he truly didn't notice or not, the monkey continued reciting loudly into the blizzard as the dark figure loomed over it. If it were anyone else, even legendary mages who scorned the gods, they would have jumped in fright upon seeing that dark figure—it was the Frost God, Niejuxkel.

Even the goddess of winter, Euryl, would have to back down against this thing.

A normal Zeoxkell is already a colossal creature; in the Material World, it would be a powerful final boss capable of threatening an entire region. But this Zeoxkell is truly the size of a super iceberg, completely illogical and unrealistic.

Given this disparity, even if this Zeusker went insane and fought in the divine realm of the winter goddess Oryl, it probably wouldn't be this mutated and super-evolved Zeusker that ended up dying.

Sensing the presence of an outsider, the icy abomination finally awoke from its slumber on the island, shifting its malevolent and murderous gaze upon the intruder. In the icy abomination's mind, its most hated targets were, first, gods, and second, fire. And right now, the monkey was engulfed in a thin layer of golden-red flames, powerful enough to incinerate any wind or snow that approached it.

Roar! ! !

In response, Zeusker launched an immediate attack. The abomination's sharp claws, capable of easily tearing apart an ancient dragon, extended and slammed down towards the monkey.

"Looking beyond the Great Wall, all that remains is vastness; the Yellow River, both upstream and downstream, has lost its roaring flow."

"The mountains dance like silver snakes, and the plains drive wax elephants, vying with the heavens in height."

However, the monkey paid no attention to Zeuxkeel, who was able to rub against the goddess of winter, Euryl. With a slight movement, it completely ignored the effects of the cold and darted away from its spot, reciting its mantra while dodging Zeuxkeel.

"On a sunny day, the world is covered in silver, which is exceptionally enchanting."

Boom!!!

"Ouch!" Zexkell cried out in pain. In the instant the monkey dodged, it didn't forget to deliver a swift blow with its staff. Anything else, even a divine weapon, would likely have struggled to leave a mark on Zexkell, but unfortunately, this seemed different. Compared to Zexkell's reaction, the golden cudgel, as light as a toothpick, utterly crushed Zexkell's claws in an instant.

562. Zeusker falls to the ground.

The feeling that the art style was out of place was incredibly awkward.

However, neither of the parties involved felt that way.

Especially the Frost God Abomination, this mutated and super-evolved being, a super Zeusker capable of crushing gods, was filled with boundless rage at this moment. Amidst the raging tide of ice and snow, it revealed its true form: a colossal creature with a pale, crystalline body and a humanoid structure.

However, at this moment, one of the giant creature's arms was covered with cracks, and large chunks of ice shattered and fell. Even though the Divine Abomination itself had a very strong regenerative ability, at this moment, the Divine Abomination's own regenerative ability was of no use whatsoever.

Golden-red flames flickered on the cracks in the arm, relentlessly devouring the icy power of the Frost God's Abomination.

This hurt Zeusker, who had been awakened by the arrival of outsiders, and made him even angrier and more hateful.

The head, resembling millennia-old solid ice, stared at the monkey's agile movements. The Frost Demon roared, unleashing a wild killing intent that was accompanied by a cone-shaped surge of icy winds, mixed with black snowflakes and sharp icicles. This was a cold current capable of freezing even ancient dragons to shards, a power strong enough to threaten the gods of this world.

Unfortunately, the monkey didn't care.