The throne of God is waiting for me

Recalling the information contained in the web of fate, he stated calmly.

Gu sighed deeply, looked at the mysterious man in white in front of him, with some unspeakable hope: "Tens of thousands of years... This is too long! How much sacrifice will our human race make in it?"

"Then, let's make an agreement..."

Xiao Wang smiled, his illusory figure gradually became transparent, and the purest source power of the world tree condensed again, turning into a drop of emerald seed, falling into Gu's palm.

"One day, when the person who resonates with it comes, he will turn this dirty world into a paradise for humanity as you wish."

——

In the river of time at the end of the world, a small wooden boat drifted slowly, and finally docked at a time node tens of thousands of years after the ancient times, not long after the opening of the inner world.

In the vast and layered inner world, extraordinary people come and go. Xiao Wang is high in the clouds, and a unique source text shines in his eyes.

The boat drifted slowly towards him, and he suddenly raised his head. A message carried by the soul that dissipated countless years ago was transmitted to his mind across time.

"... a promise?"

Xiao Wang said to himself with a strange smile on his lips.

"According to what the time thief said before he left, the river of time in this world is unexpectedly flat, and now I have set two anchor points in it..."

If we start from the river of time and occupy the past, present and future of this world, we will surely be able to gain complete control of this world and get rid of the shackles of the web of fate...

He left this time node without hesitation, leaving the newly born inner world behind, boarded the small wooden boat, went upstream, and headed for the wild era.

——

The wild era.

As the power of the demon hunters gradually grew, the demons fled in panic all over the world, and Xiao Wang, who was hiding behind the scenes, quietly watched the web of fate break away from this world.

If the gear of fate is a special system, then when the world's fate deviation reaches 90%, its destruction mechanism will be triggered. If the deviation reaches 100%, the world will be out of the control of the gear of fate.

In order to avoid triggering the destruction mechanism and allow the world to escape the control of the gear of fate. Xiao Wang has only come up with one solution at present - that is to let the world's fate deviation jump from 89% to 100% in an instant, directly avoiding the detection of the destruction mechanism.

Now is the time to test whether this method is feasible.

The progress bar in his mind slowly advances, and Xiao Wang's mood becomes calmer.

"... 89%."

Silently chanting in his heart, he did not hesitate to act, splitting the entire world into two, and also stuck the deviation of fate at this critical point.

——

The river of time flows slowly, and Xiao Wang artificially inserts three anchor points. As he fully controls the extraordinary era and the wild era, the brilliance of his will gradually smudges the river of time in this world, and continues to spread to the upstream and downstream of the river.

Until one day, this radiance of will spread endlessly along the entire river of time, and the past, present and future were all under his control, and everything in this world was controlled by him.

Under the control of Xiao Wang's will, the river of time suddenly changed. At the source of the river, the radiance of his will shone gently, and the first demon that had just been born was wiped out from the source.

Wow——

A fierce wave appeared at the source of the river of time. The waves surged down, and the river rolled down.

The demons no longer existed from the beginning, and all the time nodes thereafter were completely unrecognizable. The fate of this world changed drastically in an instant.

Xiao Wang seemed to hear the virtual progress bar simulated in his mind "ding". In an instant, it advanced from 89% to 100%.

The familiar mechanical sound just sounded, and this world has already escaped the control of the web of fate.

If someone were to leave this world and stand in the void of the universe and watch, they would find that on that huge gear of fate, countless fine threads of fate were woven into a net, tying each world to the gear. Just like marbles being caught on a huge disc.

At this moment, a world suddenly broke free from all the threads of fate, like a glass bead jumping out of a net bag and falling into the vast sea of ​​the universe, gaining complete freedom.

——

The river of time, completely stained by the brilliance of Xiao Wang's will, was surging and surging, and the history of the entire world was completely rewritten from the source. Everyone's fate has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

Xiao Wang took a small boat to travel in the river of time. The world tree in the sea of ​​consciousness was transferred out by him and planted at the source of the river of time. Under the infusion of a large amount of world origin, the world tree matured quickly and soon took control of the entire world.

The original virtual space was thus transformed into a brand new continent, and the NPCs and the people of the Aquamarine Star who were sleeping in it were reborn.

Although he had only used tricks to get rid of the control of destiny and thus gained the authority of the entire world, the huge stone that had been weighing on Xiao Wang's heart was unknowingly removed.

His eyes, which had always been deep and calm, were full of waves, and a faint smile appeared on his face as cold as frost and snow. Looking down at this world full of the imprint of his will, his smile deepened.

"Well... this world, let's call it the Eternal City."

The Eternal City is like a small boat, drifting quietly in the cosmic sea. Xiao Wan sleeps deep in the core of the world in the Eternal City, analyzing all the laws bit by bit.

Over the long years, the world has developed rapidly. A large amount of world source power soaked Xiao Wan's soul. His soul became more and more pure and powerful, cutting off the connection with destiny. The fire of doom deep in his soul was also washed away by the world source power. rinse.

Until one day, the man in white who was sleeping quietly opened his eyes, and the stars and the sea seemed to be reflected in his deep eyes.

"It's time to move on."

Chapter 61 Fairy in the Painting 1

The dark night was extremely dense, and thick dark clouds were like piles of fluff, covering up the moonlight in the sky.

The majestic museum was sleeping quietly, and the dim lights on the street reflected two sneaky figures.

With one or two very light noises, the door of the museum was opened, and two figures suddenly jumped in, looking around.

"Ouch!"

I didn't know what I stepped on, and the person in front suddenly tripped to the ground and screamed subconsciously.

"Shh-" The tall and thin man behind him quickly raised his hand and patted his shoulder, warning in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, don't alert the security guard!"

"Hey! In this small county town and Xiaopo Museum, tickets can't be sold every day. Do you think there are heavy security guards here?" The man in front curled his lips disapprovingly, "This is not a TV series!"

"Anyway, let's be careful."

The tall and thin man warned, took out a small flashlight from his trouser pocket, and turned it on with a click.

A soft white light lit up in the darkness, illuminating the transparent display window in front of the two of them. Several sets of ancient clothes were hanging in the display window, neatly arranged from head to toe. It suddenly looked like a few zombies displayed in the dark. They stared at them silently, which made the two people tremble.

"What the hell?! How are the exhibits in this weird museum arranged in such a scary way!" The flashlight light shone on the bald head of the person in front. He complained angrily, and then narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously. He said, "The treasure you mentioned is really hidden in this ghost place?"

"It's right here! A distant relative of mine works here. It is said that the painting of Flying Immortals was donated to this museum just a few days ago. It is definitely authentic. It is estimated that it will be transferred to the museum in a few days. Go to the Kyoto Museum. ":-) Original:-) Author:-) Product:-) By:-) Si:-) Rabbit:-) Net:-) Provided:-) Online:-) Up: -)read:-)

The tall and thin man walked forward with a flashlight, carefully avoiding the animal skeleton next to him, and his tone couldn't help but become a little excited.

"That was a painting by Chu Taizu, and I heard that he had never painted such a portrait in his life, and it was the mysterious national master who was constantly controversial on the Internet. Tsk tsk! How valuable would this be if it were sold? You can guess it too, right?"

The bald man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but rub his hands: "There are still people who are willing to donate this kind of treasure. I'm afraid they were brainwashed by the positive slogans on TV! It seems that today is the day for us. The brothers are getting rich!"

"Found it!" At this time, the tall and thin man who walked forward with a flashlight to open the way exclaimed in a low voice, stretched out his hand to fumble in the darkness, "It's right here."

Adjust the direction of the flashlight, and the soft white light spreads out like a veil, illuminating an unfolded picture on the wall.

Through a layer of transparent glass, the ancient scroll had a strange texture. In the faint white light, a hazy ink painting appeared in front of the two of them.

The brush strokes of suitable shades depict the endless sea of ​​clouds. A small building is looming in the clouds and mist. The sky is high and far away. The immortal in white is walking away on the clouds. His lonely and ethereal back seems to be integrated with the white clouds in the sky.

The painter's brushwork is extremely high, and each stroke seems to be condensed with incomparable sincerity. It seems that endless sadness is coming, but with a touch of relief and hope, it directly leads people into the scene in the painting. among.

After just one glance, the unique temperament that could not be described in words instantly shocked the minds of both of them. Even if they knew nothing about these arts, they could see at this moment that this painting was extraordinary.

After being stunned for a second, the bald man reacted first and smiled happily: "Haha, I'm so excited. Even a layman like me can see that this painting is extraordinary, and it must be authentic. I didn't expect that this legend in Chinese Wu Shuangquan’s Chu Taizu really has a lot of skills, and he’s not just being praised by people on the Internet.”

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the glass, wondering how to take out the painting intact.

"Wait a minute, this requires professional tools." The tall and thin man behind him was about to take out his equipment, but suddenly he froze there.

In the ancient scroll, the immortal who seemed to be about to ride on the clouds suddenly stopped and turned sideways to look at them, his deep eyes filled with emptiness.

This glance was very light and indifferent, but it made the tall and thin man feel a chill all over his body. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down on his head, or as if someone had stabbed him directly in the head. His whole body was trembling, and he was gripped by the sudden fear. He clenched his heart tightly, not daring to move a step.

In just a few breaths, his thoughts seemed to have stagnated for a long time, and his body finally regained control. He tremblingly stretched out his finger and poked the bald head that was groping on the glass.

"Did you look or see anything?"

"What else can you see?" The bald man, who had been groping for a long time but couldn't figure it out, asked impatiently, "Can this painting come alive?"

The tall and thin man shivered again. It was pitch black around him, and only the soft light of the flashlight illuminated the front, but he didn't dare to look at the painting again. He could only lower his head and look at the dark ground.

The strange scene just now reappeared in his mind. His heart skipped a beat. Without mentioning to get the equipment, he urged in a low voice: "I think we should leave first today. I feel something is wrong."

"Why are you leaving? How can you go into a treasure mountain and return empty-handed?" The bald man stopped his hand and turned back to glare at his companion impatiently, "I said, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so timid? Are you still worried that there are ghosts in the world?"

"Hehe..."

There seemed to be a low laugh in his ears, and the thin tall man's scalp was numb. He subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the immortal on the screen had completely turned around, slightly moved the corners of his lips, revealing a very light smile, and there seemed to be some interest in his eyes.

"Ah!"

He couldn't help shaking his hand anymore, and the flashlight fell to the ground with a snap, and the whole person squatted down and shrank into a ball.

A hand suddenly slapped him on the shoulder heavily, and the thin tall man had no time to escape, and was directly pulled by the bald man.