Join the Great Wall Guard

Chapter 337

The place of origin, hanging upside down.

The city hanging upside down in mid-air is connected by countless chains of order. Whether it is outside or inside, it is extremely brilliant, but it is isolated from the outside world.

The interior of the city is like an illusory fairyland, full of clouds, overlooking everything in the world.

However, in such a glorious place, there is almost no trace of human fireworks, but it looks extraordinarily deserted and serious.

Although the people of the Protoss raced back and forth, there was almost no communication between them. Occasionally, they nodded their heads, and then they couldn't wait to pick up their pace and walked towards the distant road.

In the very center of the city stands a huge tower.There are ancient characters engraved on the body of the tower, and between the inscriptions, there is a strange energy flowing slowly.

In the four directions of the tower body, there are four god statues carved respectively, which are the shadows of the gods in the past. Although thousands of years have passed, they still remain in the beliefs of the gods and continue to be passed on.

Yang Jian came to a statue, which was the face of Nu Wa.Facing the ancient and sacred light, Yang Jian stared at it for a long time, but suddenly lowered his head and sighed.

"Master, Lu Yu has gathered everything except the power of faith. But, precisely because of this, the crack in another dimension has become bigger and bigger."

Yang Jian couldn't help clenching his fists. Not long ago, the chains of order collapsed again, and many buildings in the upside-down sky also collapsed.Through the prophecy of the old man, Lu Yu had already defeated Di Jun and gained the power of destruction.

Now, Lu Yu only has the power of faith hidden in the inverted sky and has not obtained it.

The collection of all twelve miracles has never happened before. Even King Zhou a hundred years ago had only collected less than three miracles.

Today's Lu Yu is undoubtedly the strongest and most terrifying existence on the entire continent.

However, Yang Jian also clearly recognizes one point——Only Lu Yu has the power to change the world.

Yang Jian's mood at the moment is very complicated. He still chooses to believe in gods, because this belief has lasted for a hundred years; however, the desire in his heart is to break free from this shackles and change the current situation.

Although the god chose to leave because he was disappointed with this chaotic world, Yang Jian was unwilling to let it go to destruction step by step in front of his eyes.

"I still can't understand what you mean. Why do you entrust everything to that person? We are all your believers and loyal followers. We are willing to create a better human world under your instructions. But why? Why don't you choose us?"

This is the most unacceptable fact for Yang Jian.A hundred years ago, Nu Wa had personally admitted her loyalty, and ordered herself to guard the world on her behalf.

However, time has changed, even after the crusade against King Zhou, Yang Jian has witnessed more disputes and chaos in this world.

The killing of demons and humans, or the ambitions of the western world, and even visitors from different dimensions, are eyeing.

He tried in vain to change this status quo, but he is not a god.Through the roots of knowledge, Yang Jian realized that he was not a heir by fate, but was created from the beginning, destined to become a loyal believer.Even the history of Kings Continent itself, which was originally owned by itself, was changed by the sudden visit of highly intelligent life forms, forcibly writing the past civilization.

Looking at the statue of Nuwa, the majesty between the eyebrows seems to be her teaching and instructions, just under the dusk of yesterday.

But, in fact, she and the remaining gods have all left this world one after another.

"Since you created such a civilization with your own hands, why don't you protect it?"

Clenched fists, but silently relaxed, Yang Jian's expression was a little downcast, just like in the Battle of Conferred Gods back then, he watched his comrades who were born and died in front of him die but couldn't save them.

"My heavenly eyes can already detect those guys from foreign lands staring at this continent. No, it should be the miracle left by you."

Why, why did you choose to give up this world in the first place, but you want to keep the glorious miracle of the past?
It's too contradictory.

In the resulting dimensional crack, Yang Jian could even see the greedy and terrifying faces of those visitors.

He knew very well that once those visitors came to King's Continent, except for Lu Yu, even if all the Protoss were mobilized, it might not help.

At this point, although what Lu Yu will do after collecting the Twelve Miracles is really unreliable, but compared to this, visitors from foreign lands are more threatening.

They are similar to the same existence as the original gods.

That is to say, in the entire continent, only Lu Yu can compete with it.

"Haha, our existence feels like it's unnecessary."

Yang Jian showed a helpless smile. He wanted to protect the world with his own hands, but after all, he was constrained by the identity of being "created" and doomed to a good fate.

"Yang Jian! Yang Jian! What are you laughing at?!"

Suddenly someone punched him on the back, and Yang Jian turned around.

"Nezha? What's the matter?"

Seeing his partner, Yang Jian felt more comforted in his eyes.

"Lu Yu! That guy is coming to the place of origin!!!"

Nezha yelled: "There are old men who went to fight just now, but I don't think they will be Lu Yu's opponents at all, right? That guy, even defeated Di Jun, is there anyone in the world who can be his opponent now? !"

Even Nezha, who has always been unwilling to be inferior to others, trembled a little at this moment.

Facing Lu Yu, the feeling of palpitation was spontaneous, like an ant facing a giant, powerless and small.

"It's coming, he should already know that the last power of faith is in Daoxuantian."

Yang Jian said indifferently, there was no fighting intent in his stern eyes.

(End of this chapter)