The original site of the Fairness Arena.
The nine pillars of light have disappeared, replaced by a crater nearly one kilometer in diameter.
Suddenly, a winding line appeared at the Sidelines of the pit, like a line drawn with a pencil.
Splash--
The plane of space containing the deep pit was lifted along the "pencil line," revealing a blood coffin.
With a loud bang, the coffin lid was blown off.
Meng Die sat up, her face deathly pale.
I don't know if it was due to excessive fear or exhaustion.
Immediately, white bandages rose up behind Meng Die like serpents, intertwining and coiling to form a Mummy.
The Mummy looked around and said, "It seems only the two of us survived."
The instant the light of destruction erupted, Meng Die completed her spellcasting.
Before the two unlucky souls, Curse Extinction and Dark Tide, could react, they were submerged.
Fortunately, the Mummy had a coffin that helped him carry it for a while, which gave him the opportunity to enter Meng Die's dimensional world.
Meng Die breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go see the Black God."
Without a doubt, they suffered a crushing defeat in this contest.
However, Meng Die felt that she had nothing to do with this trouble.
If this answer sheet is worth 100 points, she even scored 120 points.
If anyone's to blame, it's their opponent for cheating.
Meng Die felt no sadness at the loss of her teammates.
In a war of gods, there are no immortal gods.
The Mummy thought for a moment and said, "You go, I won't go."
Meng Die ignored her and left alone.
The Mummy summoned the coffin lid from afar and sealed itself inside the coffin again.
Being in the small, dark space, he immediately felt a strong sense of security.
The seawater behind the ice wall has receded.
The teleportation gates on Beacon Islands were dismantled one by one, but the entire island was left behind to tell future generations about the tragic and fierce battle that took place there.
Meanwhile, a 100-meter-high monument stands on the ice wall, inscribed with the names of every victim of this battle.
There is not much time to mourn the dead; it is not time for the Alliance's war machine to stop.
Yan Miao began rebuilding the Second Legion, seizing the time to train and strive to form combat capability in the shortest possible time.
Because of the radiance of the Radiant God, more and more civilizations are choosing to join the Alliance.
On the very first day after the war, the Führer's office received hundreds of applications, keeping Second Sister and Little Deer extremely busy.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, Qin Ze rested for a night, only to be woken up the next morning as usual by the noisy clones on the Local Area Network.
"Damn it! What do you mean I'm not Demigod?!"
"That's right, if the Pretty God is a goddess, then shouldn't half of a goddess be Demigod?"
"Great! You guys aren't Demigod! If you were, I'd report you."
"Phew~ Thank goodness you weren't just scaring yourselves."
"Be content; your initial cultivation levels are almost as high as Magician's."
"..."
Qin Ze did not sleep well that night.
In his dreams, he always saw the faces of Dark Tide and Curse Extinction.
These two guys were like vengeful spirits, constantly haunting him.
Fortunately, Qin Ze is now an insurmountable mountain for them.
The effects of Dark Tide and Curse Extinction are not significant.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "I need to find a way to clean up their Corruption."
It's fine in the short term, but over time it can easily lead to going astray and becoming possessed.
Last time, Qin Ze picked Echo's peaches, and he planned to ask Echo where he got those Chaos Source from.
Qin Ze stretched and said to his clones, "Instead of wasting time talking nonsense, you should focus on cultivating."
The Pretty God is still the same Pretty God.
Even after acquiring complete Divinity, he didn't forget to severely punish the oxen and horses.
The clones. "..."
Nowadays, all of Qin Ze's new clones are at least Level Eight.
If divine power were consumed, creating Level Nine Martial Artist directly would be no problem.
Qin Ze felt a little regretful that he hadn't directly created Demigod clone, but not much.
The current intensity of the battle cannot be reversed by the sheer number of Level Nine Martial Artist and Demigod.
Moreover, with more and more civilizations joining, the Alliance no longer lacks Advanced Martial Artist.
The Magician was very unhappy. "Why are they directly at Level Eight?"
"I'm only at Level Eight now!"
"What do all the hardships and grievances I've endured amount to?"
Qin Ze thought for a moment, "I'm glad you can tolerate it."
"Alright then, from now on you'll be the Circus's number one ninja, a unique and exclusive title."
Magician:"..."
Qin Ze first went to the head of state's office to offer his condolences to his Second Sister and Little Deer.
The two were so busy they were spinning like tops and had no time to pay him any attention.
Feeling awkward, Qin Ze then sought out A Sheng and Old Xing to discuss important matters.
A Sheng confessed with remorse, "Even with the two of us working together, we still couldn't keep him."
Qin Ze said, "For you two to be so far down the Sequence, it's already quite impressive that you haven't died."
Old Xing gave a slight smile, "Thank you for the compliment."
Qin Ze waved his hand and looked at Old Xing, saying, "There's something very important I need your help with."
Old Xing asked, "What is it?"
Qin Ze said, "I want to enter the Time Storm."
A Sheng frowned.
Old Xing, on the other hand, had a serious expression.
Qin Ze explained the reason, "That Hundred Eyes is hiding inside, I have to find him quickly."
A Sheng remained silent, only glancing at Old Xing.
Old Xing's expression was like that of someone constipated. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "It's difficult."
Qin Ze asked, "Can't get in?"
Old Xing shook his head. "It's easy to get in, but hard to get out."
Immediately, Old Xing waved his hand, and a phantom image of a surging river appeared before Qin Ze.
" The Time Storm can be seen as a great, ever-flowing river."
"The water droplets inside represent different points in time, including the past, the present, and the future."
"The river flows constantly, and time is constantly changing."
Old Xing casually pointed to a stretch of water and said, "If you board a boat here, whether you go upstream or downstream, even if you return to the original spot, the water there will no longer be the same."
Qin Ze understood what Old Xing meant.
The time at each node is constantly moving forward.
Whether in the past, present, or future.
As Qin Ze entered the "storm," the current timeline continues to move forward.
When Qin Ze finds Hundred Eyes and returns, he should return to this node that has progressed for some time, not to the node where he was originally in the storm.
Relatively speaking, the node at the original location belongs to the past, where there was also a " Qin Ze ".
Old Xing said in a deep voice, "In the raging storm, all nodes are moving forward, making positional references meaningless, and it's difficult to anchor the correct node."
"This will lead to the result that you will be forever lost in the storm."
Qin Ze asked curiously, "What about Hundred Eyes? Will he also get lost in the storm?"
Old Xing shook his head. " The Hundred Eyes is time itself, and even my authority originates from it."
"The storm is like his home. Would you get lost in your own home?"