Fate

"That works."

Wuma Xiu looked down at the dazed Mo, slapped him on the head, and said:

"Next time, This Venerable say what you want to say. I don't have time to guess what you're thinking, understand?"

After saying that, he casually waved his hand, throwing the entire Asura Clan, who were still immersed in the huge shock of "the Creation Lord actually moved the entire planet next to the Asura God's Temple" and hadn't come to their senses, into that planet.

Mo was still in a daze when he was thrown in; he raised his hands and patted his head.

Does that count as patting his head?

Did the Creation Lord see the longing in his eyes earlier, but couldn't bring himself to lower himself, which is why he picked him up and patted his head?

Wuma Xiu, who believed he had perfectly solved the problem of where the Asura Clan would live, flipped his hand and gripped the Spear in his palm.

The gun was entirely black, with Sapphire Blue Divine Power crackling and flashing coldly at the Spear Tip, reflecting in his gloomy red eyes. His entire being exuded a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.

Wuma Xiu is going to settle accounts with those Evil Gods.

One by one, they're getting bolder and bolder.

He wanted to ask them whether his gun was more appealing, or that tattered book.

"I'm leaving today's tasks to you. Thank you for your hard work."

Bai Zhuyu left everything to Yang Zhi.

Today is a very special day for him.

Ancient books record that the tolerant and powerful Gods he worshipped descended upon the world today, stepping over the corpses of a group of Evil Gods, on Scorched Earth of blood and fire.

Every year on this day, he would go to that place alone and pray silently.

Year after year, without exception.

Yang Zhi was pressed into the seat that belonged to Bai Zhuyu.

--Sigh, he also wants a vacation, he wants to protest.

But the other party was a marshal, while he was merely a General. What could he possibly do to resist?

And the other party even paid them 100,000 Star Coins.

Yang Zhi leaned back in her chair, propped her chin up, and gazed listlessly at the blue sky outside the window.

However, he doesn't want to work yet.

The marshal just said that today is a special day, and we are going to that place to pray.

The usually calm and composed Bai Zhuyu would only show a light in his eyes that he had never seen before when the Gods was mentioned.

Yang Zhi tapped her fingers on the table, and the old question in her mind resurfaced.

--Who exactly is the god the marshal speaks of?

Is it really that amazing?

However, after these two questions swirled in his mind a couple of times, he decisively put them aside.

No matter how powerful the Marshal's god was, in his heart, his own Moon God Goddess was still the best.

There is no better god in this world than the Moon God Goddess, gentle yet powerful, aloof yet compassionate. Even just glimpsing that silvery-white Moonlight from afar is enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

Moreover, he had the good fortune to have met the other party in person and to have been valued by them.

Yang Zhi thought of this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

Whenever he thinks of the other person, he feels like he's been injected with adrenaline.

Bai Zhuyu piloted his private spaceship and landed on a Desolate Planet.

The hatch opened, and a dry, scorching wind carrying a very faint smell of fish and rust rushed in.

He squinted and stepped onto this barren land.

This planet is barren and devoid of any life, but various rivers and streams still flow, some of which shimmer with a faint golden hue.

Bai Zhuyu once collected water from this place, and the results showed that it contained a very special and domineering energy.

This energy has lingered here for countless millennia, and no plants can grow wherever it passes.

Moreover, any living creature that drank the river water contaminated with this energy was immediately unable to withstand the violent power and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Over time, this planet was designated a forbidden area and fell into disrepair.

Bai Qingyu guessed that this energy should be Divine Blood.

The blood that Gods shed when he shattered the corpse of the Evil God has remained undiminished by time for countless millennia.

Moreover, according to ancient records, their Bai Family ancestor accidentally ended up on this planet and witnessed that extremely shocking scene. However, gods cannot be looked at directly, and that ancestor was later blinded and could no longer see anything.

Many years and generations later, Bai Family's descendants began to question the book.

How could an unknown Gods accomplish this?

That's probably just bragging.

So they casually tossed the ancient book into a corner, letting layers of dust accumulate on it.

Now, of the once-great Bai Family, only Bai Zhuyu remains who truly believes in this.

Logically speaking, a marshal like him shouldn't believe in such things.

It all started with a dream.

A dream that has recurred since he was very, very young.

In his dream, his body was out of control, repeating the same things over and over again, until he saw that scene, a scene that was only briefly mentioned in ancient books, but was recreated in his dream.

Only then did Bai Zhuyu realize that the owner of this body was actually the ancestor of the Bai Family.

He didn't know why he had such a dream.

He underwent multiple checkups.

The most advanced Federation medical equipment scanned his brain repeatedly, but the results showed nothing abnormal.

Later, Bai Zhuyu perused the Bai Family genealogy, tracing back generation by generation. In the end, he discovered that he was actually a direct descendant of that ancestor.

Perhaps the ancestor's obsession was too deep, refusing to dissipate across the vast distance of bloodline and time, which is why he, a descendant separated by countless generations, sees those scenes again and again in his dreams.

Bai Zhuyu continued walking forward, still a long way from his destination.

He chose to walk simply because it was a very devout act.

In previous years, Bai Zhuyu had always walked this stretch of road peacefully. But today, for some reason, the ground beneath her feet kept shaking.

"Strange, was that an earthquake?"

Bai Zhuyu stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowing.

But earthquakes shouldn't happen in such a chaotic, unpredictable manner.

Bai Zhuyu was puzzled and continued walking forward.

He found that the closer he got to his destination, the more intense the tremor became.

He looked up at his spaceship.

The spaceship was autopiloted above Bai Zhuyu's head, with the hatch slightly ajar, ready to pick him up should anything happen.

With this escape route in mind, he steadied himself and continued forward.

But after a short while, the noise disappeared.

For some reason, Bai Zhuyu's heart was beating faster and faster, pounding against her chest.

As he walked, he lowered his head and pressed his hand to his heart.

What is this feeling?

Bai Zhuyu put down his hand, and suddenly started running.

The wind whistled past his ears.

He ran faster and faster, galloping wildly across the wasteland.

When he finally stopped, panting, and stood on the Scorched Earth where he prayed every year, he looked up and saw the scene before him, his pupils trembling violently.

It was a figure with white hair and red eyes, holding Spear that pointed diagonally at the ground, with hundreds of Evil Gods lying haphazardly at his feet. It was almost exactly the same scene that his ancestor of the Bai Family had seen in his dream.

At that moment, Bai Zhuyu suddenly understood.

Why was he able to dream of that scene after so long?

Perhaps, this is Fate.