Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Before Edward could get far, he heard the true creator starting to speak behind him.

True God-level hearing does not prevent Him from hearing the nonsense words used by the True Creator for preaching while thinking. These words may be outrageous and incomprehensible, but since they come from the mouth of a True God "notary", it is bound to happen. It will definitely come true.

"Directly helping to compile the future holy book, and also trying to distinguish Tianzun from Klein through these small differences?" Edward nodded, crossed his arms and wandered to another place, kicking away a small stone under his feet. "This is meaningless in the face of 'fraud'. If you really want to save mankind and the earth, perhaps it is more reliable to hope that the true Creator will become the God of the future."

With this thought in mind, Edward quickly moved away from the Moon City Patrol Team and the True Creator, approaching the gray fog barrier.

He squinted his eyes, pushed up his glasses, raised his head and carefully observed the details of the seal set by Tianzun, and then clicked his tongue.

"Using the abilities and symbols of Source Castle, the seal of the 'door' has been greatly strengthened..."

"Is this a 'door' that is equivalent to locking the concept of the Western Continent? The symbolic door can not only act on space, but it is said that it can even use the last second of one minute as a door to the next minute. ', coupled with the 'wrong' authority over time, this symbol can be used to seal other gods in time. I have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes..."

When did you hear it from whom? It seems, probably - more than three thousand star cycles after the birth of a rose-colored nebula, I was observing a civilization affected by a slight extraordinary ability, and chatted with a god who happened to be passing by.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is a common topic in the universe, but people generally don't talk about him very much. It can even be said that the gods don't communicate very much...any words they say will carry extraordinary power, and they don't want to be in the same class. The next second he is still passionately accusing Tianzun, the next second he will find that a monocle or a white mask suddenly appears on the face of the compatriot opposite him who he can chat with.

The monocle is a real nuisance.

There are reptilian-like intelligent beings living in that nebula. They have writing, history and language. Since they have no real extraordinary abilities, they just worship the gods of their own imagination. The extraordinary characteristics of their demigods were regarded as sacred objects. In the long theocratic society, countless vessels were cultivated to "control" the sacred objects, and they gradually realized that newcomers who were similar to the previous vessels had a greater probability of successful control.

The container that did not die would be elected as the leader of the tribe. This system lasted for a long time, until the creatures in this nebula learned to communicate the spirituality of other things with spells and developed a new power system that changed.

After observing the battle of self-renovation of this race, the Decline King moved them from the "prepared to intervene" to the "possible prosperity" category, and then left, waiting to meet again in the future.

I really want to know how they are doing now... Edward frowned.

If you think about it carefully, you have wasted thousands of years on the earth. The earth is really boring.

I really want to go back.

Edward exhaled, crossed his arms, and walked back and forth in front of the fog barrier for a few minutes, thinking about countermeasures as he walked.

It is impossible to open it by force. Even if you ask for help from the main body, it is impossible for the half-hearted self outside to break the seal of Tianzun. Taking action directly will also attract the attention of other compatriots - of course, they are also happy to watch the show now, except for the Mother Tree of Desire. Although his help to "God" caused a commotion among everyone, the "God" who is in the orderly neutral camp and may also have a preference for a certain family is very easy to deal with. Whether it is to please or avoid it is very simple. At present, the atmosphere in the starry sky is great, full of movie theater atmosphere.

He walked along the gray fog barrier and followed a vague feeling he had since entering the East Road.

"The Land Abandoned by God is so compatible with me, and it's right next to the seal;"

"The City of Disaster can rely on the polluted Medici to influence Banxi, where his descendants are, why can't I?"

But next to the seal, His spirituality was also seriously disturbed. The steps of Edward and the true Creator diverged. After walking in a certain direction for a long time, they finally stopped and gave up their headless search.

He found a flat and huge stone in a wasteland, rubbed it, and sat down. Then he closed his eyes and made a strange sound in his throat:

"The fading master, the failing king, the final journey of all living things."

Through a high-level creature as a stable medium, this could not be simpler - but the prayer performed by God himself was answered in the next moment, as if another pair of eyes suddenly opened in the body, and the scenery outside the sky was shared by the consciousness Flashed by.

There are huge cracks all over the extinguished stars. In the dark universe, the distant stars are shining with the faint light from millions of years ago.

The forelimbs of the huge creature that looked like a motionless corpse moved half a minute, and intertwined blue-black vines grew in its exposed ribs and empty abdomen. The slender snake-like tail swung a few times under the influence of the branches parasitic in the body, and the three eyes distributed on both sides of the head opened, with cyan light flowing in the eyes.

Countless roots and vines extend from the end of his body, and stars of all sizes are trapped in the sea of ​​trees built by him. When the old one named the Declined King begins to move, it looks like a blue-black patch of sky. nebula.

Where He is entrenched, endless light-colored flowers grow. They are inserted lightly on the ground, forming an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Upon closer inspection, in this vibrant scene, the flowers hang low, the edges of the petals are slightly curled and dry, the grass leaves are dark, and the fragrance is mixed with a frightening breath of death. They quietly decay day after day like their own gods, but they will never wither and die.

But there is an extremely eye-catching crack in one place, as if a piece of turf has been dug away abruptly.

The sight turned, and the remains-like god swept towards a giant flesh-and-blood tree blooming like a gorgeous flower in the endless starry sky in the distance.

He ignored this compatriot who seemed to have no intention of starting a war with Him now, and instead passed part of his spirit through prayer.

"This is the Eastern Continent."

The Lord of Withering observes the world through half of his senses with great interest. The vision brought by the two eyes in front is very novel. The two upright hind legs specially evolved for movement are also very novel. Such a combination It was not common among the many identities in the past. In just a few seconds, He has completely mastered everything about human beings, including body language and expressions of various emotions. He does not care at all that after the unstable old personality and power came, this vessel has not yet been baptized by the essence. Begins to slowly collapse.

Then, He stretched out a hand, palm upward, and a book that seemed to be made of animal skin and as thick as a dictionary appeared in front of Him, with blood slowly dripping from the gaps in the pages.

"What a fascinating history. This story is coming to an end. He is the beginning and the end."

"Just like the Death God in the information you shared with me, of course, I am more willing to teach the Queen."

Walking on this land in person can capture more memories than staring up at it from the sky, although the latter, which seems quite crude in His opinion, is enough for the true Creator who has a human face to recall the past. The Lord of Withering was talking to himself while completing the details of the book. The title page showed the detailed landform changes and city-state layout of the Middle East in the Third Era. Each subsequent page recorded in detail the customs, customs and customs of different city-states. habits, and even important people and events.

The memory of living things wears off and makes mistakes, but the memory of space, time, and the world itself never fades.

He stared in one direction for a few seconds, and then shifted his gaze to the gray fog in the distance.

"There are more than 20,000 survivors here, and several interesting mythical creatures. After they leave here, the possibilities and the line of fate will change dramatically. Don't you go find some interesting people to chat with? "

"Can you stop talking?"

After finishing his admiring words, an impatient look immediately appeared on Edward's face: "After I communicated with you last time, I forgot to contact the Son of Chaos when Russell died. You are too easily confused. The possibilities are attractive. Dealing with other compatriots in the starry sky can't make you want to talk? Hurry up and lower the power of the source of matter, I want to find the source of the induction."

But before he finished speaking, He smiled again.

"All right."

He reached out and grabbed it in the air, and pulled out an illusory cane.

The outline of the cane fluctuated for a moment, and was finally wrapped in a fairly normal concept. There was a bright cyan light source at the top that could not illuminate anything around it.

"The original barrier is already in danger, and Tianzun's seal has also been shaken to a certain extent... It has begun to decline, so I can influence it to some extent." The Lord of Withering said, "Only influence!"

"According to the possibility, Tianzun's seal will weaken to the extent that the true god can intervene after 1651598, provided that Tianzun has not awakened in the past. This is obviously impossible, and we do not need to wait until it weakens to that extent. Just take action."

The icy wind blew, and several wildflower-like plants bloomed on the barren land. They grew and expanded, approaching the gray barrier. The power of the sea of ​​flowers erodes reality while attaching a seal. They wither and scatter in an instant, but they tirelessly try to weaken this small barrier, and then cross it to erode the land behind the seal.

The Sefirot have a symbolic order, but there is no obvious gap in power and function.

"If the Old One can intervene, it will probably be 148,264 years later."

"Moving this possibility to the present, perhaps, a small opening can be opened...a gap about the size of a thumb."

The Lord of Withering approached the eroding mist and stared at this corner.

It is definitely impossible to expect that the sea of ​​flowers that symbolizes the incompleteness can open the door to the "Aura of Origin Castle". Even if you really go into battle, the result may not be satisfactory, so you might as well settle for the next best thing and find a way to pry off an inconspicuous piece. Bricks, and then quickly fill the bricks back.

He broke off his index finger like a twig and threw it to the ground.

As soon as the severed finger fell to the ground, layers of tiny flowers immediately grew, and then merged into the land beneath their feet, becoming part of the source material, carrying a little spiritual imprint, trying to be weakened by the possibility of gray mist In an instant, it penetrates into the world on the other side.

"You can only suppress your spirit to this extent."

The Lord of Withering found a place to sit down, stretched out his hand and pressed his temples. After listening for a while, he smiled teasingly at his other half:

"You have many believers on earth. These voices are full of energy and different from what I usually hear."

He let out a few laughs, and those messy prayers poured into His ears through various honorary names, mixed with the prayers of the alien creatures in the starry sky who were praying to Him, in hundreds of languages. It sounded chaotically at the same time, and the inside and outside were filled with noise at the same time, as if it had become a grand tide, or as if the king of decline was thrown into the gunpowder development factory, with a drum band next to it.

"How long will it take to erode?"

"Look, it will be over in fifteen years."

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Edward's face. He stood up suddenly, flipping the books, and the world in front of him suddenly began to change at a high speed. He directly pulled a certain future possibility that would appear hundreds of thousands of years later to the present, adding "Cline Moretti, Stella Zaratul, Pales Zoroaster and The stereotype "Lord of Mysteries" will inevitably appear among Amon and others during this period of time.

In the next 140,000 years, Tianzun's return is destined, so within 140,000 years, the weakening of the barrier is also destined!

The landscape of the future changed rapidly. The Eastern Continent quickly became broken and dark, as if floating in the endless void. Then high-speed flashing figures appeared, and various primitive houses appeared. Finally, all these things disappeared, and the landscape slowly changed to the current Eastern Continent. Fit.

At the moment of coincidence, the gray smoke screen seemed to fluctuate for less than a second, and he finally saw this moment.

"Within the next 13,792 years..."

none of my business.

The moment the seal was shaken, all the flowers under Edward's feet withered, and the earth eroded by the source returned to normal - more than ten thousand years later, He will definitely not be here, and there will naturally be no trace of Him on this land.

He strode forward, stretched out his hand towards the gray fog, and tried to tear a small, inconspicuous crack in it.

It doesn’t need to be too big, it just needs to exist. As long as it exists, you can pass on your consciousness!

His arms immediately disappeared.

…

The perspective changes.

This divided spirit attached itself to a living creature. The sparrow opened its eyes and jumped a few times on the branch.

He saw some pictures that existed in the records, white walls, black eaves, almost uniform black heads and black eyes. Looking from a distance, a long market seemed to have just begun, with obvious oriental features in appearance. The humans are communicating in a language that is similar to Chinese, but slightly different in details.

The Declined King updated his voice pack while listening.

What was happening in front of me was something that was also common in the northern and southern continents outside. People wearing clothes from the 1980s and 1990s in historical records gathered together, bringing their own goods for purchasing and trading activities.

Fruits and vegetables are piled up on the very distinctive cart, with weights hanging on one side and cabbage with water hanging on the other.

Directly under the tree is a small jewelry stall with some exquisite small jewelry on it. Several women and children of about the same age are lingering beside the stall, wearing this and trying on that. And the ones that will be sold here are often not too expensive.

Several young men passed by, and the topic they were discussing caught His attention.

"The masters of Qingcheng Mountain will open a forum next month to preach and receive their karma..."

"What about you? Last month you went to Si Tianjian to try out the telepathy between heaven and humans. Did you feel the echo from the stars?"

The person who asked the question had sharp eyes. He scanned the market from time to time, his eyes turning over and over on the goods. He looked itchy and eager to steal: "If you think about it carefully, the Taoist Tianzun responded more often to the followers. …”

The person in question sighed anxiously, his eyes full of resentment: "No, none of the star officials responded to me."

"Nine out of ten sects fail, so you can only try Buddhism next."

Other companions gloated and said: "Don't worry, now Buddhism requires you to enter the ordination before being ordained. The hard training of Arhat, body, soul, soul, will, induction, original mind... is not something ordinary people can bear!"

Sparrow narrowed his eyes.

From his perspective, the young man with unclean hands and feet who even took a bracelet from a jewelry stall while walking on the road was obviously a "thief", but there was no reaction from the magic potion in his body. Instead, there was a small, extremely faint Gray fog.

The flickering light on the other person gradually condenses into an eye, which looks like a "wilderness of knowledge", but it is not clear whether it belongs to the "secret peeper" or the "artisan".

Looking around, it seems that the people here do not have clear magic medicine and spirituality. They all seem to be related to the source of matter.

"Then let's say goodbye. Maybe we'll meet again someday."

Several people said goodbye to each other with smiles and went their separate ways. But before leaving, that "thief" or "thief"? "thief"? He secretly stuffed the bracelet in his hand into the pocket of the man who had no response from the source of matter.

The sparrow looked at the bracelet, suddenly lost all vitality and fell from the tree.

"Huh? What is this?"

The man walked a few steps and finally realized that there seemed to be something in his pocket. He reached out to get it, but his finger was accidentally pricked by a sharp object in his pocket. When he took out the foreign object, the bracelet in poor condition was already stained with blood.

"When is this..."

He frowned and thought for a few seconds. Suddenly, an old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"young people."

After retrieving the opponent's memory, the Declined King imitated the feeling of Zaratul and said in a gentle and meaningful tone:

"Is it your desire for revenge?"

TBC

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