Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 330 After the Seal
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Before Edward walked far, he heard the real creator starting to speak from behind.

The hearing ability at the level of a true God does not prevent Him from hearing the nonsense that the real Creator uses for preaching while He is thinking. These words may be outrageous and incomprehensible, but since they come from the mouth of a true God "notary", they are bound to happen and will come true.

"Helping to compile the future holy book, and trying to distinguish between Tianzun and Klein through these small differences?" Edward nodded, crossed his arms and moved to another place, kicking a small stone under his feet. "This is meaningless in the face of 'fraud'. If you really want to save mankind and the earth, perhaps it is more reliable to hope that the real creator will become the God of the future."

Thinking of this, Edward quickly moved away from the Moon City patrol team and the true creator and approached the gray mist barrier.

He narrowed his eyes, pushed up his glasses, raised his head and carefully observed the details of the seal set by Tianzun, then clicked his tongue.

"Using the power and symbol of Sefirah Castle, the seal of the 'Gate' has been greatly strengthened..."

"Is this the equivalent of locking the 'door' of the Western Continent? The symbolic door can not only act on space, but I heard that He can even use the last second of a minute as the 'door' to the next minute. Combined with the 'wrong' authority over time, He can use this symbol to lock other gods in time. I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes..."

When did I hear this from someone? It seemed like it was about 3,000 stellar cycles after the birth of a rose-colored nebula. At the time, I was observing a civilization that was slightly affected by extraordinary abilities, and I chatted with a god who happened to pass by.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is a common topic in the universe, but people generally don’t talk about him much. It can even be said that the gods don’t really communicate with each other… Any words spoken by them will carry extraordinary power. They don’t want to be passionately accusing Tianzun in the last second, and then find that a monocle or a white mask suddenly appears on the face of their compatriot who they were chatting with in the next second.

The monocle is a real nuisance.

In that nebula lived intelligent life similar to reptiles. They had writing, history, and language. Since they had no real Beyonder abilities, they only worshipped gods of their own imagination. They regarded the Beyonder characteristics of their demigods as sacred objects. In the long theocratic society, they cultivated countless vessels to "control" the sacred objects, and gradually realized that newcomers with high similarity to past vessels had a greater chance of successfully controlling them.

The surviving containers would be elected as tribal leaders, and this system lasted for a very long time until the creatures in this nebula learned to communicate with the spirits of other things through spells and developed a new power system.

After observing the war of self-reform of this race, the Decadent King moved them from the "preparation for intervention" to the "potential prosperity" category, then left, waiting to meet again in the future.

I really want to know how they are doing now... Edward frowned.

When I think about it carefully, I realize that I have wasted thousands of years on Earth. Earth is so boring.

I really want to go back.

Edward exhaled, folded his arms, and paced back and forth in front of the mist barrier for a few minutes, thinking about countermeasures as he walked.

It was impossible to force it open. Even if he asked for help from the main body, it would be impossible for him, a half-baked old man outside, to break the seal of the Heavenly Venerable. Direct action would also attract the attention of other compatriots - of course, they were also quite happy to watch the show now, except for the Mother Tree of Desire. Although his help to "God" caused a commotion among everyone, the "God" in the Orderly Neutral Camp, who might have a preference for a certain clan, was very easy to deal with. It was easy to please or avoid. At present, the atmosphere in the starry sky was very good, full of the atmosphere of a movie theater.

He walked along the gray fog barrier, following a vague feeling he had since entering East Road, and went deeper.

"The God-Forsaken Land is so compatible with me, and it's right next to the seal;"

"The City of Disaster can rely on the polluted Medici to influence Bansi where his bloodline is, so why can't I?"

But beside the seal, his spirituality was also seriously disturbed. Edward and the real Creator diverged, and after walking in a certain direction for a long time, they finally stopped and gave up this headless carpet search.

He found a huge flat stone in a wasteland, rubbed it, sat down, then closed his eyes and made a strange sound in his throat:

"The Lord of Withering, the King of Decay, the final journey of all living things."

It couldn't be simpler, through a higher-level being that served as a stable medium - but the prayer made by God himself was answered the next moment, as if another pair of eyes in the body suddenly opened, and the scenery outside the sky flashed by in the shared consciousness.

There are huge cracks on the extinguished stars, and in the dark universe, the distant stars are flickering with faint light from tens of millions of years ago.

The huge creature, which looked like a motionless corpse, had its forelimbs slightly moved, and its exposed ribs and empty abdomen were covered with tangled green-black vines. Its snake-like tail swayed a few times under the influence of the branches parasitic in its body, and its three eyes on both sides of its head opened, with green light flowing in its eyeballs.

Countless roots and vines extended from the end of his body. Stars of all sizes were trapped in the sea of ​​trees constructed by him. When the old day named the Decayed King began to move, it was like a blue-black nebula.

Where He is perched, there are endless light-colored flowers growing. They are lightly inserted into the ground, forming an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Upon closer inspection, in this vibrant scene, the flowers drooped, the petals curled and dried, the grass leaves were dark, and the fragrance was mixed with a terrifying dead silence. They were like their own gods, quietly fading day by day, but they would never wither and die.

But there is an extremely conspicuous crack in one place, as if a piece of grass had been dug out.

The god's gaze turned, and the remains of the god swept across a giant tree of flesh and blood that looked like a gorgeous flower blooming in the endless starry sky in the distance.

He ignored this compatriot who didn't seem to intend to go to war with him now, and instead passed part of his spirit to him through prayer.

"This is the East Continent."

The Lord of Decay observed the world with interest through the senses of half of his body. The vision provided by the two eyes growing in front of him was very novel, and the two upright hind legs that evolved specifically for movement were also novel. This combination was not common in his many past identities. In just a few seconds, He had completely mastered everything about humans, including body language and the expression of various emotions. He did not care at all that the unstable old person and power descended, causing this container that had not yet been baptized by the source to slowly collapse.

Then, He stretched out a hand with his palm facing upward, and a book that seemed to be made of animal skin and as thick as a dictionary appeared in front of Him. Blood was dripping slowly from the gaps between the pages.

"It's such an intoxicating history. This story is almost coming to an end. He is the beginning and the end."

"Just like the Grim Reaper in the intelligence you shared with me. Of course, I would be more than happy to teach the Queen."

Walking on this land in person can gain more memories than staring at the sky. Although the latter is quite crude in His eyes, it is enough for the real Creator who bears the human side to recall the past. The Lord of Decay talked to himself while completing the details of the book. The title page showed the detailed changes in the landforms and city-state layout of the Middle East continent in the Third Era. Each subsequent page recorded in detail the local conditions, customs, and even important people and events of different city-states.

The memory of living things will wear out and produce errors, but the memory of space, time and the world itself will never fade.

He stared in one direction for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze to the gray fog in the distance.

"There are still over 20,000 survivors here, and several interesting mythical creatures. When they leave here, the threads of possibility and fate will change dramatically. Don't you want to go find a few interesting ones to chat with?"

"Will you stop talking?"

After finishing his words of praise, Edward immediately showed an impatient look on his face: "After communicating with you last time, I forgot to contact the Son of Chaos when Roselle died. You are too easily attracted by the messy possibilities. Dealing with other compatriots in the starry sky can't make you not want to talk? Hurry up and lower the power of the source essence. I want to find the source of the induction."

But before he finished speaking, He smiled again.

"Ok."

He stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed out an illusory staff.

The outline of the cane fluctuated for a moment, and was finally wrapped in a fairly normal concept, with a bright cyan light source on the top that could not illuminate anything around it.

"The original barrier is already in danger, and the seal of the Heavenly Lord has also been shaken to a certain extent... It has begun to decline, so I can at least have some influence on it." The Lord of Decay said, "Only influence!"

"According to the probability, the seal of the Celestial Lord will weaken to the point where even a true god can intervene in 1651598 years, provided that the Celestial Lord has not awakened by then. This is obviously impossible, and we don't need to wait until it weakens to that point before we take action."

The cold wind blew, and a few wildflowers bloomed on the barren land. They grew and expanded, approaching the gray barrier. The power of the sea of ​​flowers eroded reality while putting a seal on it. They withered and scattered in an instant, but they tirelessly tried to weaken this small barrier, then cross it and erode the land behind the seal.

There is a symbolic order of importance among the sephiroth, but there is no obvious gap in power and effect.

"If the old days can intervene, it will probably be 148264 years from now." "If we move this possibility to the present, perhaps we can open up a small opening... probably only as big as a thumb."

The Lord of Withering approached the eroding mist and stared at the corner.

It is definitely impossible to expect that the flower sea that symbolizes incompleteness can open the door to the "breath of Sefirah Castle". Even if you really go into battle, the result may not be satisfactory. It is better to settle for the second best and find a way to pry off an inconspicuous brick, and then quickly fill the brick back.

He broke off his index finger like a twig and threw it to the ground.

As soon as the severed finger fell to the ground, layers of tiny flowers immediately grew out of it, and then merged into the land beneath its feet, becoming a part of the source substance, carrying a rare spiritual imprint, trying to infiltrate into the other side of the world at the moment when the gray fog was weakened by the influence of possibility.

"I can only suppress my spirit to this extent."

The Lord of Withering found a place to sit down, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple. After listening for a while, he smiled teasingly at his other half:
"You have many followers on Earth. These voices are full of vitality, which is different from what I usually hear."

He laughed a few times, and those messy prayers came into His ears through various honorific names, mixing with the prayers of the alien creatures in the starry sky who prayed with Him. Hundreds of languages ​​​​rang out at the same time in a disorderly manner, and the inside and outside were filled with noise at the same time, like a grand tide, or like a decadent king was thrown into a gunpowder factory, with a drum band next to him.

“How long will it take to erode?”

"Look, it will be over in fifteen years."

Edward's face suddenly showed an indescribable expression. He stood up suddenly, flipped the book, and the world in front of him suddenly began to change rapidly. He pulled a possibility that would appear in the future hundreds of thousands of years directly to the present, and added the finalized text that "among Klein Moretti, Stella Zarat, Pales Zoroaster, Amon and others, the Lord of Mysteries will definitely appear during this period of time."

In the next 140,000 years, the return of Tianzun is destined, so the weakening of the barrier is also destined within 140,000 years!
The future landscape changed rapidly. The East Continent quickly became fragmented and dark, as if floating in an endless void. Then, high-speed flashing human figures appeared, and various primitive houses appeared. Finally, all these things disappeared, and the landform slowly merged with the current East Continent.

At the moment of overlap, the gray smoke seemed to fluctuate for less than a second, and He finally saw this moment.

"In the next 13792 years..."

none of my business.

At the moment the seal began to waver, all the flowers under Edward's feet withered, and the earth eroded by the source returned to normal - more than ten thousand years later, He would definitely not be here, and naturally there would be no trace of Him on this land.

He strode forward and stretched out his hand toward the gray fog, trying to tear a small, inconspicuous crack in it.

It doesn’t need to be too big, it just needs to exist. As long as it exists, you can pass on your consciousness!
Everything below His arms disappeared instantly.

……

The perspective changes.

This separated part of the spirit attached itself to a living creature. The sparrow opened its eyes and jumped a few times on the branch.

He saw some scenes that existed in the records, white walls, black eaves, almost identical black heads and black eyes. Looking from afar, a long market seemed to have just begun. Humans with obvious oriental features in their appearance were communicating in a language that was similar to Chinese but slightly different in details.

The Decayed King updated his voice pack while listening.

What was happening before their eyes was something that was also common in the northern and southern continents outside. People wearing clothing from the 1980s and 1990s as recorded in historical records gathered together, bringing their goods for purchase and trading.

The distinctive cart was piled with fruits and vegetables, with a weight hanging on one side and cabbages still wet with water hanging on the other.

Right below the tree is a small jewelry stall, with some exquisite small jewelry on display. Several women and children of similar age are lingering around the stall, trying on this and that. The items sold here are usually not too expensive.

Several young men walked by, and their discussion caught His attention.

"The masters of Qingcheng Mountain will hold a ceremony to teach and accept disciples next month..."

"What about you? You went to the Sitianjian last month to try to sense the heavens. Did you feel the response from the stars?"

The man who asked the question had a clever look, and from time to time he scanned the market, his eyes turning over and over at the goods, looking itchy and eager to steal: "Come to think of it, the Taoist Tianzun responds to the followers more often..."

The person being asked sighed anxiously, his eyes full of resentment: "No, none of the star officials responded to me."

"Nine out of ten sects failed, so you can only try Buddhism next."

Other companions gloated and said, "Don't worry. Now, one has to receive the precepts before becoming a monk. The ascetic practice of the Arhats, their body, soul, will, intuition, and original mind... are not something that ordinary people can endure!"

The sparrow narrowed its eyes.

From His perspective, the young man who had dishonest hands and feet and stole a bracelet from a jewelry stall while walking on the street was obviously a "thief", but there was no reaction from the potion in his body. Instead, there was a small piece of extremely light gray mist.

The flickering light on the other person's body gradually condensed into an eye, which looked like the "Wilderness of Knowledge", but it was not clear whether it belonged to the "Mystery Peeper" or the "Craftsman".

Looking around, it seems that the people here do not have clear potions and spirituality, they all seem to be related to the source.

"Then we will part ways now. Perhaps we will meet again someday."

Several people said goodbye to each other with a smile and went their separate ways. Before leaving, the "thief", or "burglar"? "Gentleman on the beam"? He secretly put the bracelet in his hand into the pocket of the person who had no source reaction.

The sparrow looked at the bracelet, suddenly lost all life, and fell from the tree.

"Huh? What is this?"

The man took a few steps and finally realized that there seemed to be something extra in his pocket. He reached out to take it out, but accidentally pierced his finger with a sharp object in his pocket. When he took out the foreign object, the bracelet, which was in very bad condition, was already stained with blood.

"When is this..."

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly, an old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"young people."

After searching the other party's memory, the Decayed King imitated Zaratul's feeling and said in a calm and meaningful tone:

"Is it the power you crave for revenge?"

TBC
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It’s so fun to have a hug with you guys.

The author is suspected of having a gay relationship between Amon and Klein haha ​​...

The author is once again happy to get the three-party group hack of Tieba Jinjiang and Nitan. I haven't read a single chapter and I've taken things out of context and made up a fantasy plot. Are these people so idle? Forget it, thank you, that's great, thank you, thank you for the traffic sent by the unknown brother who is still stubborn, there are still many good people in the world! (*^▽^*)
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