"A vision of the future?"
The Star God's gaze sharpened. Did the God of God of Wealth mean to reveal the future scenes he had foreseen to everyone?
Is simply stating things clearly no longer enough to satisfy the God of Wealth?
Or has the God of Wealth, after his second awakening, been able to take them along to foresee the future?
However, he has now become accustomed to the miracles created by the God of Wealth.
The scenarios that will unfold in the future are still within his acceptable range.
Can you predict it?
Since the God of Wealth is immune to the backlash from heavenly secrets, it wouldn't hurt to have everyone take a look.
"Right."
Su Wen nodded slightly, then sent a telepathic message to Sycee, asking him to project the scene of the Imperial Capital thirty years later.
The primary function of Space-Time Projection should be to allow everyone to watch together.
Otherwise, what's the point of him paying for these futuristic scenes if he's not just enjoying the horrific sights?
In other words, if you've already paid for the copyright, wouldn't it be appropriate not to distribute it?
"Buzz!"
The divine Sycee trembled slightly, and Space-Time Projection from the next thirty years unfolded before everyone.
The dilapidated and cramped Imperial Capital is beginning to emerge!
"Martial God, this is... the Imperial Capital?"
After watching, the Theater God asked a question.
"Yes."
Su Wen nodded and said, "The Imperial Capital for the next thirty years!"
Upon hearing this, the entire Theatrical Phenomena World fell into a state of silence.
Meanwhile, Ao Xiu, who was slacking off in the cage, noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. He quickly held his breath and didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
Thirty years...
After a moment, the Star God smiled bitterly and said, "It seems we have failed!"
The Imperial Capital!
The political center of Huaxia!
The fact that a country's political center was reduced to such a state of devastation speaks volumes.
If they were still alive, the Imperial Capital would never be like this.
Thirty years is neither a long nor a short time.
The Theater God said softly, "Especially with war approaching, thirty years is enough time for far too many things to happen."
With that, the Theater God chuckled and said, "We should think of it this way: thirty years from now, the Imperial Capital will only be in ruins, not completely Destruction, which means our defenses were still effective!"
"It can only be said that the forces on the Arrow Realm side are probably stronger and more numerous."
The Battle God suddenly said, "But the Imperial Capital has fallen to this state, does it also mean that... many of us are dead?"
Looking at the devastated scene, he suddenly remembered what the Star God had said before, about the future in which he would weep in the rain.
If all his comrades around him died, would he shed tears?
Will it?
He didn't know the answer, and he didn't want to experience it for himself.
But he knew that such a future would surely be one of despair!
The significance of a struggle lies in the process, not the outcome.
The Shadow God glanced around and said calmly, "This predetermined outcome is merely one of the infinite futures we face."
As Nietzsche said, every day we don't dance is a day we betray life.
The Star God was taken aback. Had the Shadow God been reading Nietzsche lately?
"But Nietzsche committed suicide!"
The Battle God sighed and said sadly, "I've also heard some of Nietzsche's words, such as 'The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light.'"
"Isn't this something said in despair?"
Shadow God: "..."
Suddenly, she understood why everyone was reluctant to engage with the Battle God.
It was obvious that she didn't really want to talk to the Battle God anymore.
What's with all the sadness?
The Theater God spoke up, "You're so tough, even if we all die, you won't."
Upon hearing this, the Battle God quickly said, "Master Theater God, please spit! What kind of talk is that?"
If something like that were to happen, he'd be better off dead.
How lonely it is to live alone in this world!
He can't stand this kind of life!
"Martial God, is it alright if I take a look at it?"
The Star God stared at the projection for a while, then spoke.
It's alright.
"Good."
As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen mysterious artifacts appeared behind the Star God, including a purple clock, a black and white chessboard, and a blue bamboo pole.
Clearly, these eighteen items are all divine artifacts of the Star God.
The next moment, the eighteen divine artifacts formed a mysterious Star Array. The instant the Star Array was formed, a mysterious sense of destiny lingered in everyone's hearts.
"I'll observe as well."
The Theater God spoke softly, and then with a thought, the entire Theatrical Phenomena World began to slowly begin to operate.
Now that the future of the Imperial Capital thirty years from now has appeared before them, and in such a detailed manner, he naturally wants to analyze it carefully.
This kind of thing can't be left to the God of Wealth alone, right?
While the Star God and the Theater God were divining and predicting, the Wind God and the Shadow God were discussing the future, and the Battle God was staring blankly at the future scene, Su Wen glanced at Ao Xiu in the cage.
Ao Xiu noticed Su Wen's gaze and trembled.
"I've thought about it, and I've decided to keep you. Do you have any objections?"
Su Wen said softly, "If you have any objections, you can speak up."
Upon hearing this, Ao Xiu shook his head vigorously, as if afraid that Su Wen would misunderstand his meaning.
"No, no, I have no objection!"
"Good."
Su Wen nodded slightly; his decision to keep Ao Xiu was based on multiple considerations.
First of all, as the successor of the God of Wealth, if Ao Xiu were to die in the future, Ao Xiu would inherit the Divine Seat the God of Wealth. At the very least, this successor of the God of Wealth would be in the hands of the Star God and the others.
Otherwise, if Ao Xiu killed, who knows where the Divine Seat the God of God of Wealth might end up?
Between certainty and uncertainty, let's choose the certainty!
Secondly, faking one's own death and pretending to be a martial Martial God, although covered by the Theatrical Phenomenon Origin of the Theater God actor, is still somewhat risky.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been discovered in the previous timeline.
Who knows, if Ao Xiu is here, he might be pushed forward as the successor to the God of Wealth to shield one from disaster at a crucial moment.
He had already shielded Ao Xiu from lightning strikes across several timelines; now it was Ao Xiu's turn to shield him.
Only by having multiple identities and multiple arrangements can one best guarantee their life as the Main Space-Time evolves!
At the same moment, the Wealth Disrupts Space-Time interface.
[Careful God of Wealth! You quietly slipped into a side alley, put away your mask, and stole a set of clothes from a nearby house to disguise yourself.]
[Thirty years have passed, and your attire is a bit outdated, and rather conspicuous in these times of war.]
Patched-up, tattered clothes are the current fashion trend.
[After you finished your disguise, you began walking along the nearby streets, observing the passersby warily as others watched you.]
[You think one time is enough for a taxi driver to mistake you for a spy.]
[After walking through three blocks, you heard the sound of a video lecture coming from behind a house, and your Third Rank physique's hearing allowed you to hear the content very clearly.]
[Among them, you heard the words "friendly sentiments" spoken by those God-Position Heavenly Mandate Bearer.]
[So, you leaned closer, intrigued, and started casually strolling around the area.]