Guidance from Fate

Li Xisheng didn't think he had anything about him that could attract the attention of the Gods before him.

Besides, God of Wine, whom the other party just mentioned.

But he had only met the God of Wine once, seven years ago.

That was all; there was no other connection between them.

Why would the God of Wine come for a mortal he'd only met once?

That's what I was thinking.

But Li Xisheng then thought of that smile the other person had given him back then.

As expected, he received no reply after asking that question.

The other party is a god; what he said was probably no different from the rustling of ants in the other party's ears.

But he still spoke.

Li Xisheng slightly raised his head, and his eyelids, which were covered with blood scabs, twitched gently.

"If you intend to use me to threaten God of Wine, or to lure him into a trap, then I will commit suicide right now."

Although Li Xisheng had just told himself, how could the God of Wine come when he had only met a mortal once?

But he knew very well.

That person will definitely come.

He was a Gods unlike any other majestic, indifferent, or aloof deity in the world.

Many people believe that Gods are as old as heaven and earth, omnipotent and invincible.

But Li Xisheng knew that wasn't the case.

The slumber of the Gods reveals that they are not omnipotent. They can be injured, bleed, and fall into a deep sleep for hundreds of thousands of years due to uncontrollable factors, and may never wake up again.

As a Fanatic, he would never allow anyone to use themselves as a bargaining chip to harm that Gods.

No way.

Li Xisheng immediately wanted to commit suicide.

However, he couldn't move.

His fingers remained curled up, and his breathing continued, but no thought of taking it any further could reach his body.

"It's no use. Time will tell. Don't struggle in vain. Besides, things aren't as you imagine."

Right?

The God of Time turned around, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the figure that had appeared behind him.

Wuma Xiu glanced at him, then looked down at Li Xisheng, who was now blind, lying on the ground.

"You clearly knew he was one of my followers, yet you blinded him. God of Time, you must give me an explanation for this."

There wasn't a trace of a smile on Wuma Xiu's face.

The God of Time remained unmoved, simply stating, "He saw me, but gods cannot be looked at directly."

"I don't care." Wuma Xiu stood firm, his gaze unwavering. "If you don't help me, I'll gather my friends and take a trip to your Temple of Time."

As the God of Wine, Wuma Xiu has more wine than anything else, and friends are everywhere. He doesn't even need to do anything; just by lounging there and making a racket, he can annoy the other person until the end of time.

The God of Time remained expressionless upon hearing this threat, but his hands had already begun to move obediently.

He turned to Li Xisheng and lifted the cover of the Pocket Watch in his hand.

At the same time, a phantom clock appeared on the opponent's body.

The God of Time reached out and turned the hands of the clock.

Li Xisheng suddenly discovered that he could see again.

The moment the light flooded his eyes, he opened them wide in panic and looked around anxiously.

My vision went from blurry to clear, and everything seemed to be reborn.

No, it's that time has reversed in his life.

It went back to a time when he didn't look directly at the God of Time.

That's why he was able to see again.

Just now, the instant Li Xisheng heard that voice, he was certain that it was the God of Wine.

When he saw the figure standing in front of him, protecting him, the person did not look the same as they did seven years ago.

But he was also very familiar with this image, so familiar that he could depict it with his eyes closed.

That's what the Deity Statue of God of Wine looks like.

It was the image of him devoutly offering sacrifices at the altar every day, facing it day after day.

"My God of Wine."

Li Xisheng's voice trembled slightly. Even though he was usually calm and composed, he could not suppress the surging excitement in his chest at this moment.

Seven years later, he finally saw him again.

"Yes, yes, that's me!"

Wuma Xiu turned around abruptly, his cold expression from when he was facing the God of Time vanishing instantly, replaced by a wide, smiling smile. He leaned forward and, without a word, ruffled Li Xisheng's hair, his tone brimming with undisguised joy.

Wow, humans grow so fast! In just seven years, that tiny little guy has grown so tall!

Li Xisheng's face flushed crimson, even his ears turning a light pink. He pursed his lips, trying to make his voice sound calm:

"I'm twenty years old this year, and I'm still growing. I can grow even taller later."

Wow, that's amazing!

Wuma Xiu's eyes widened dramatically, his voice filled with sparkling amazement.

Twenty years old.

To God of Wine, this number was practically nothing more than the sound of a newly hatched baby.

So Wuma Xiu adopted a coaxing tone, even using a light, rising cadence at the end of his sentences.

"Okay, okay, now you'd better stand obediently behind me."

Li Xisheng was incredibly intelligent; from a young age, he was perceptive and could easily see that the God of Wine was treating him like a child.

He saw right through it.

But he had no intention of correcting it at all.

The God of Time seemed to change his expression slightly upon seeing this.

"Wine, it's been so long, why do you have to talk to me like that?"

Wuma Xiu lowered his eyelids slightly, and the excitement he had just displayed, like he was coaxing a child, vanished instantly.

"It's been so long! I've only been asleep for seven years, and this is how you treat me when I wake up! We're supposed to be friends? If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll sever all ties with you, and from now on, we'll go our separate ways."

Indeed, God of Wine and the God of Time were also friends.

However, their relationship was completely different from that of God of Wine and God of Fire, who would casually laugh and joke with each other.

When God of Wine and the God of Time are together, he speaks nine and a half out of ten sentences.

She poured out her thoughts on everything from the heavens and the earth to strange tales from ancient and modern times, and trivial complaints...

The God of Time listened quietly from the sidelines, occasionally responding, but mostly just sitting there in silence.

Even when God of Wine drinks, the God of Time never raises his glass. The fine wine God of Wine offers is always met with a nonchalant "No need."

At first, God of Wine persisted in persuading him several times.

Later, I got used to it. Anyway, the fact that this iceberg was willing to listen to my rambling was already a big favor.

"Wine, it's a guide from Fate."

Suddenly, the God of Time raised his hand, Pocket Watch his pocket watch at Wuma Xiu, the dial shimmering with a ghostly light.

Wuma Xiu chuckled, a lazy smile playing on his lips, "Shi, this thing is useless to me, you know that."

The gaze of the God of Time seemed to pass through Wuma Xiu and see something within him.

"It's useless to you, of course. But it's enough for that thing within you. Everything that disrupts time should be punished."