Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

After reviewing his own gains, Zhou Ning stretched out his hand and grabbed a colorless river in the void, letting it surround him and flow endlessly.

This is a carrier that is closer to the essence of destiny than the road of destiny, the long river of destiny!

This artifact, like the Book of Knowledge and Wisdom, possesses a certain level of consciousness. Within the realm of destiny, there is an iron rule: the fate of righteous gods cannot be tampered with, only guided. However, the River of Fate can shake this iron rule and exert influence on righteous gods.

As long as we can trace back to the source of the River of Destiny, we can successfully contain this river from the source and complete the sublimation of the power of destiny. The time is - unknown!

Zhou Ning pondered for a moment, snapped his fingers, and summoned countless clones from the timeline, allowing them to step into the long river of destiny.

And at the moment of stepping into the long river of destiny, a strange scene happened.

These clones lost their lives one by one, becoming floating corpses on the river of fate, lying quietly in the river, drifting upstream, and then disappearing from his sight.

Just as fate is always full of unknowns, the long river of fate has countless tributaries, and the time it takes may be the next second, a few days, a few months, or even a few years.

These clones on the timeline exist by sharing and consuming one's own vitality. As long as one is still alive, these clones will continue to exist. The lifespan of a righteous god is extremely long, and consumption can basically be ignored.

He even had enough energy to summon new clones, allowing Wayne Stewell to sneak into the dream world one after another to collect usable dream materials.

This is also one of Zhou Ning's advantages.

……

This unknown power struggle ended in the temporal storm. However, this temporal storm did not stop there. Instead, it showed a tendency to intensify.

In almost every time zone, the timeline was changing rapidly. The next day, when Zhou Ning returned to the Ares Church's headquarters, he saw that the anchor of time had begun to waver and gradually became illusory.

Smith Hall is busy preparing for the time zone change with a group of professionals from the Church of the God of War.

Because the Time Anchor can only anchor a time zone for approximately 12 hours without external influence, the so-called time zone shift occurs when the Time Anchor's effect ends. Everyone in that time zone will be transferred to another timeline.

At the end of the time zone, you can see a mirage-like scene: rugged buildings that are obviously different from the current era. On the streets, a large number of giants, werewolves, and dragon-shaped time fragments are engaged in seemingly endless battles.

There, a large group of players were watching intently, occasionally letting out exclamations of surprise.

To them, the scene before them was very novel, and it felt like they were watching a fantasy movie that intertwined time and space.

XB screamed the loudest, constantly goading the others to lure the Time Fragments outside to kill them. But the storm outside was so intense that players were often swept away by the temporal storm as soon as they stepped out, leaving behind a long, painful scream. He still enjoyed this.

As expected, the sand sculpture players have more fun.

Zhou Ning curled his lips and walked directly towards the two-story building.

Time waits for no one, and today he plans to lead the players in an exploration of the Fort Borden National Cemetery. He had originally planned to begin the exploration last night, but the temporal storm was too intense. As he considered entering the Fort Borden National Cemetery, his divine presence gave him a strong warning of danger.

For safety reasons, Zhou Ning could only choose to postpone it for a day and bring the players in.

Having a group of immortal angels and demigods as cannon fodder is better than entering blindly.

Patriarch Roger looked a little haggard. He and several members of the Wings of Law were reporting to Gallup III on the current situation and the possible problems caused by the time zone change.

"Due to the influence of the time storm, the original two-hour duration is about to end early. Everyone in this time zone will be transferred to another timeline. We must prepare accordingly."

"Is there any way to predict which timeline we will be teleported to? And how do we get back to our timeline?" Gallup III asked with a frown.

"There's a certain pattern. When the Time Anchor's effect ends, the time zone it's anchored to will move in a fixed direction, following the clockwise rotation. Let's say our current position is 12 o'clock. The first timeline we'll be transported to will be the time zone originally at 11 o'clock. That's Fort Borden in 1212."

"As long as we follow the guidance of the Time Anchor and head southeast, we can return to our current timeline." Patriarch Roger reported the current situation in an orderly manner.

Gallup III pondered for a moment. As the Angel King, one step away from godhood, he naturally had a certain understanding of the realm of time. He easily grasped Patriarch Roger's intentions.

把附近的区域理解成一个钟面，现在1212年的博尔丹堡在11点，1453年11月的博尔丹堡在12点钟。当时间之锚失效后，时间开始转动。11点钟的时间线到了12点，而12点的时间线到了1点。从12点移动到1点，只要向东南面区域移动即可。

It’s just that this way of moving is a bit abstract. It’s not movement on the real level, but movement on the time level through the medium of the time anchor.

"I don't know when this weird phenomenon in the time realm will end."

Gallup III's brows relaxed, he sighed helplessly, then looked at Patriarch Roger and said:

"Have you seen His Majesty, the God of Fate and Knowledge today?"

"That His Majesty did not come today." Patriarch Roger replied with a somewhat unnatural expression.

He suddenly remembered that in his dream last night, he had experienced social death. His actions in the dream were likely witnessed by the gods. Damn it, he really wasn't that kind of person.

Recalling the scenes in his dream, Patriarch Roger felt very ashamed. Dreams cannot be controlled, and he didn't know why he had such a dream.

Gallup III and Patriarch Roger were chatting when a wave of greetings came from outside:

“Praise you, great God!”

"Salute to you!"

"Your greatness is beyond words."

Both of them were stunned. They had just mentioned each other's name. Mention Cao Cao, and Cao Cao appeared?

Amidst waves of greetings and praise, Zhou Ning entered the second floor of the building. He immediately spotted Gallup III and Patriarch Roger and walked over. He glanced at Patriarch Roger, who unconsciously lowered his head, with a half-smile, then smiled and said hello:

"Good morning."

"Greetings." Gallup III hurriedly stood up and greeted him. Patriarch Roger followed suit with a look of shame on his face. He was already certain that yesterday's dream was real.

After greeting them, Zhou Ning said directly to them:

"Make preparations. I plan to enter the temporal singularity of the Bordanburg National Cemetery today to explore and search for traces of the God of War."