Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 155: The present, the past, and the future...

"It's really strange. You're no longer your usual self. Is it because of the influence of God's Breath?"

The substitute god Anubis made Wen Lie unable to hold back his sentimental appearance.

After being together for so long, when did Wen Lie start to worry about the future? Life is short, so enjoy it while you can and live in the present.

Wen Lie sat on the ground and said indifferently, "Probably. I know I was affected by the breath of God. It must have magnified the feeling I had when I discovered I had lost my memory."

It magnified the loopholes in his mind and triggered his inner demons in advance. Wen Lie knew what the Breath of God had done to him, but knowing it was useless if he couldn't solve it.

"Oh, and then?" The substitute Anubis couldn't understand what Wen Lie was struggling with, and couldn't help but complain, "You can't blame others for your forgotten memories. It's just amnesia. Who can remember everything they've experienced forever?"

Wen Lie was speechless for a moment and sighed, "You put it a little too simply."

The substitute god Anubis complained: "It's not that I say it's simple, it's that you think it's simple. Do you think this is how I think? Ever since I met you, you have always been like this."

The complaints of the substitute god Anubis gradually focused Wen Lie's attention.

'This kind of ghostly look?'

What does he look like?
Wen Lie subconsciously pondered, recited the verses of Psalm 25, and entered the way of God.

"Show me your ways, O Lord; teach me your paths. Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation. I wait for you all day long."

Wen Lie took a step forward.

He still could not see the way forward or the way back. The past had become a blank and the future had become nothingness.

So, where is he?
The vague revelation made Wen Lie look down.

In this empty world, only his feet have a foothold.

'Am I...now?'

In an instant, Wen Lie understood.

He will destroy his past and lose his future.

But now it’s always there.

No matter when or where, he lives in the present.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the past. To the him of tomorrow, the him of today is the past.

There is no need to worry about the future. For him yesterday, he today is the future.

It is he who is present who creates the past and the future.

Even if the past is destroyed and the future is lost, as long as he is still alive and keeps moving forward, his future will have infinite possibilities.

After all, he never misses the past, nor worries about the future. He only lives in the present and has always been reckless.

Giving up so many considerations and only being responsible for your present self, this is him.

It is not his style to look ahead and behind for the so-called future.

"I am He who is and who was and who is to come."

Wen Lie walked forward calmly.

The road that symbolizes the future seems to have turned into nothingness, but every time Wen Lie takes a step, a new road is born under his feet.

The Breath of God could no longer stop Wen Lie from moving forward. He crossed the Way of God and headed towards the Path of God.

Stret's body leaned against the stone wall, moving forward bit by bit. His eyes did not waver in the slightest, and he controlled his body with a terrifyingly strong obsession.

Footsteps sounded nearby, and Streit, who hadn't hesitated, finally stopped. He opened his eyes wide, and a figure's back entered his pupils.

Is this a hallucination? Is the injury severe enough to cause unconsciousness?
Street made a calm judgment.

However, after making this judgment, Streeter felt a little dazed.

It wasn't an illusion, his brain was still thinking normally... Someone had passed him and was walking in front of him, and he could only see their back - this was reality.

In an instant, a strong sense of powerlessness and frustration filled his body, and his injured body, which was supported by stubborn willpower, finally lost its strength.

"Oh!"

Street fell to the ground, his eyes staring straight at the figure in front of him. The figure walked further and further away, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"I failed..."

The moment the figure completely disappeared from his sight, with an unwilling realization, Street closed his eyes.

He strode across the Way of God and walked out of the passage. What appeared before Wen Lie was a bottomless abyss. The valley was filled with thick darkness and gave birth to extreme terror.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

The earth was void and formless, and darkness was upon the face of the deep.

The darkness of this deep valley is the face of the abyss.

Even warriors who have practiced Ripple Qigong would find it difficult to muster the courage to face this dark abyss.

Wen Lie glanced at the dark abyss and took a step into the void without hesitation.

The air was like a solid entity, carrying Wen Lie's weight. Wen Lie walked towards the opposite cliff step by step without using any strength or equipment.

He walked on the surface of this empty abyss as if it were flat ground.

Walking into the cave on the cliff and passing through a narrow passage, a brightly lit stone chamber appeared in front of Wen Lie.

An iron basin filled with blazing fire has remained unextinguished for a thousand years, and a number of different cups are placed on the spacious platform. In the center of the stone chamber, an old knight sits at a stone table, flipping through a Bible that he has read tens of thousands of times.

Hearing Wen Lie's footsteps, the old knight stood up, grabbed the sword beside him, turned around, and swung it out with a clean and decisive strike.

The sword blade emits a silver light and reveals an extremely dangerous aura. No matter who it is, just by seeing this sword, they can realize the power of the person holding the sword.

"Qiang!"

Swords of the same shape were raised in front of Wen Lie, with the sword body blocking the front of the blade, and the collision of the swords produced a thunderous sound.

"I knew you would come, but the wait has been too long." The old knight looked at Wen Lie, a joyful smile on his aged face. He slowly retracted his sword, holding it in front of his chest, and said to Wen Lie, "As the knight guarding the Holy Grail, I have waited seven hundred years with this honor until the next challenger comes. I will pass this sword to the one who can defeat me."

Wen Lie said calmly: "You are too old. How much strength do you have now?"

He felt the same thing from the old knight's sword as he did with his clones Zheng Zha and Zhao Zhuikong - subtlety.

However, unlike the clones Zheng Zha and Zhao Zhuikong, this knight was too old and his strength was only about three times that of an ordinary person.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Don't worry, young knight. I still have some strength left. I will use it to test whether you have the strength to protect the Holy Grail."

The old knight laughed heartily, and the rhythm of his breathing changed. It was the breathing method of Ripple Qigong.

The wrinkles disappeared from the old knight's face, his skin became plump, and his muscles gradually bulged.

In just a few seconds, the old knight rejuvenated and became a strong middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)