Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Although they do not have a deep grasp of the power of the sun and the moon, they are not as powerful as the two authentic gods of the sun and the moon, the goddess Amaterasu and the moon.

However, it is still possible to interfere with the control of Amaterasu and Yue Ye Jian Zun's own power.

The momentary collapse just now was caused by the interference of the power of the sun controlled by Amaterasu.

No need to read, the outcome has already been determined.

Bai Wugou held the inscription knife that Yu Zhongming returned to the scabbard tightly, and shook his head regretfully.

Even if Yu Zhongming has taken the third step and entered the deeper end, but at the other end of this level, the power he can use is limited, and it is impossible to fight three with one.

So you can't win here.

Since you can't win, why not rest.

Under the gaze of San Guizi and the seven angels in the sky, Yu Zhongming calmed down and relaxed his body and mind.

Bring out your five senses to the extreme.

The looming sound of the future came into my ears.

"Everyone of the Japanese archipelago, the days when priests and nobles oppressed us for thousands of years will be gone forever. The great lord has driven the evil gods of Shintoism into hell, Let them repent of their sins in the fires of hell...."

"Sister, are all the gods really sent to hell? Youyue-kun... Yuzhong's family..."

"......."

Breaking free from the clutter of voices and listening to the voices of the future for a long time, Yu Zhongming knew long ago that the voices of the future he heard were just some kind of possibility.

Therefore, the future can be changed, but it must be done through our own efforts.

In this long-accustomed sound of the future, in the line of cause and effect that has long been understood, a different color seeps through.

This is a kind of smell, in this other side, every existence has a trace of smell.

This scent does not know where it came from, nor where it will go, but Yu Zhongming knows exactly what this smell is.

This is fate, the fate of every being.

Every existence related to the God of Creation must have the taste of woven destiny.

But the strange thing is that there is no trace of fate in him.

Yu Zhongming closed his eyes, gave up hearing the sound, and focused all his energy on the smell.

Follow this taste of destiny to extend to the source, forward, and forward.

It has exceeded the date when I was born, surpassed the period when the black ship broke through, surpassed the period of the shogunate, and surpassed the period of Heian.

I don't know how long it stretched forward, but Yu Zhongming finally found the source of this smell.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the three noble sons and the seven archangels who were about to start another war.

With a silent step, I have come to the deeper end than before.

This is the other end of the third layer, the outpost that is about to enter the deepest darkness, and it is also where many creation gods are. .

Compared with the spooky and eerie scene on the other side of the second floor, there is nothing on the other side of the third floor, whether it is the weird line of cause and effect, or the long river of time, or even the various still lifes that represent the existence of the world. does not exist.

Just a simple and empty wilderness, no sound, no light.

Yu Zhongming could only feel the inscribed knife Bai Wugou on his waist by touching it, but he couldn't feel its shape and state at all.

This other side is really too lonely.

Yu Zhongming looked around, and there was no other existence in the other world on this layer except him.

Whether it's flowers, trees, or living creatures, even the other strong men on the other side of the second floor can't show any traces on this floor.

Here, it is absolute loneliness.

Just now there were so many gods fighting with him, but now he is alone and in darkness.

In this darkness, the feeling of indifference in my heart became more and more intense, and a thought came to my heart unconsciously.

[Why should I care about their life and death, why should I care about the life and death of this world. ]

When thinking of this, Asakura Saori's figure suddenly flocked to his heart, different from the indifference just now, a warm current nourished Yu Zhongming's heart.

Then Yu Zhongming smelled the color - a river, like a river made of silver-gray silk threads, flowed in front of Yu Zhongming's nose.

With just one glance, Yu Zhongming recognized exactly what this river was.

This is destiny, this is a well-woven destiny. It is unknown who weaved it and who maintained it.

But Yu Zhongming knew that he had moved it, and he could also weave it.

It just takes a little skill.

With a leap, he stepped into the long river formed by the threads of fate.Countless breaths and tastes reverberated in his nasal cavity.

From the root to the source, he quickly followed a line of cause and effect, swimming non-stop in the direction of the source.

I don't know how long it has passed, but only the river of fate remains in the darkness

And the next instant, the surroundings of the river changed colors.

The beginning of chaos has come.