Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning sighed slightly. This was also a fragment of the God of Creation. Fragments like this were scattered throughout the fate line and time line, and only possessed partial rationality. Isn't this a torture?

But the other party still provided Zhou Ning with the necessary information in his own way. Thinking carefully, perhaps the other party had not necessarily had malicious intentions in each of their previous encounters.

"grateful."

Zhou Ning took off his hat, held it against his chest, bent slightly, and sincerely thanked the man. Then, watching him, his eyes turned wild again, and with a crash, he continued his journey through the long river of fate.

He lost his mind again.

Zhou Ning was silent for a moment, adjusted his hat, and re-entered the River of Destiny. He stole the distance between the two tributaries and drifted in the direction guided by the God of Creation.

The river water then turned a dark yellow, filled with the aura of decay and decay eroded by time. Furthermore, the further upstream one drifted, the closer one came to the source of fate, the stronger the aura of decay and decay became, and the fewer clones of oneself appeared around.

At the next fork in the road, hundreds of drifting clones swirled around, forming a massive vortex, unable to advance an inch. Many had become literal floating corpses. Zhou Ning observed for a long time before one, by chance, was swept free and escaped into one of the tributaries. But it was already completely dead.

If one is lucky enough and a living clone happens to be washed into the correct tributary, one may be able to trace back to the source of fate, but the probability of this is undoubtedly ridiculously low.

He intuitively believed that this was a double erosion of fate and time. If he did not have the authority over fate and time, he would truly die near the source of the long river of fate like these clones.

Even the sound of the river water beside my ears was almost inaudible, and the surroundings were completely quiet.

It was obvious that this place was very close to the source of the long river of fate. Could it be that the source of fate was decay?

As Zhou Ning entered this area, his entire body was covered by a layer of grayish-white mist, forming a thick layer of ice.

This is the haze of destiny, a strange substance produced by the excessive intervention of righteous gods on the road of destiny, and its source comes from here.

Seeing this, Zhou Ning used Steal, stealing the distance again, allowing himself to directly cross the "vortex" formed by the clone in front, and following his strong inspiration, he entered the tributary that he believed was correct.

Next, Zhou Ning rose and fell in the long river of destiny, occasionally stealing distance. After an unknown amount of time, he finally arrived at the source of the long river of destiny.

The color of the river and the sky here has become completely dim, as if it is the legendary twilight of the gods. At the end of the river, there is a real sense of decay, as if everything will end here.

Corpses of different races and sizes piled up like a mountain, forming the banks of the long river of fate, forming a high, broad pedestal. Atop this pedestal was a magnificent staircase leading upwards, connecting to a massive gray-white building complex.

Could this be the Kingdom of the Creator God? It seemed that if he wanted to complete the sublimation of the authority of destiny, he had to enter the Kingdom of the Creator God. Considering that he had previously completed the sublimation of the authority of knowledge and also needed to enter the City of Omniscience, this was also a very logical thing to do.

Zhou Ning squinted his eyes and looked upwards. An illusory gear suddenly emerged in the depths of his pupils. Through the thick fog that was enough to block out the divinity, he could vaguely see that these building groups maintained a strict three-three system, with three arches, and three illusory but majestic buildings in the front, middle, and back, and on the left, middle, and right. Under the cover of the dim color and thick fog, they seemed to be frozen in time.

It seems that the origin of the elves' three-three system lies here.

The corpses that formed the pedestal had all weathered and died, losing their life force, but some of them, still relatively recently dead, were frozen in expressions of terror, fear, or reverence, each gazing upwards.

This scene reminded Zhou Ning of a prophecy he had once seen:

"When the end of fate arrives, the final judgment will also come. All living beings and the dead will stand before the judgment seat of God and be judged for their deeds in life. Then the sea will give up what was in it, and Hades and heaven will give up the dead who were in them. They will be judged according to their deeds. Death and Hades will also be thrown into the river at the end of fate. This river at the end is the second death."

"Among the dead are the arrogant popes who once exalted themselves above God, even claiming to be God and arbitrarily changing God's laws. There are also hypocritical priests and bishops who once ruled God's people with cruel punishments. They will all give an account to God in the end."

As Zhou Ning interpreted the story, he allowed the thin ice covering him to crack. He then came ashore at the end of the river. At the entrance stood a huge stone tablet:

"The past is solidified amber, the present is blood-stained silk, and the future is the afterimage of a crumbling throne. My magic is directed towards all three simultaneously."

This... this Creator God is quite imposing and talented. It seems his claim that he was a writer for a while before becoming the Creator God might be true.

Was this an expression of his control over time and fate? Or was it a metaphor for the inevitable decline and fall of the future? Zhou Ning's thoughts shifted as he tried to decipher the inscription.

Does the solidified amber mean he knew his fate before crossing over? Does the blood-stained thread mean he's facing a backstab? Does the afterimage of the crumbling throne symbolize the future fate of him or the world?

As for the magic being directed at these three, does it mean that he is confident that he can reverse this outcome with his own strength?

Facts have proved that even a powerful god like the Creator could not change his fate.

Zhou Ning stared for a few seconds, then walked up the stairs step by step without hesitation.

The stairs were almost at a 75-degree angle. When he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped and tilted his head slightly, and heard the sound of the river coming from the front.

Walk forward to the end of the "platform", and you can look down and see that at the other end of this "platform", which is the back of the kingdom of the Creator God, you can also see the endless flow of the long river of destiny, which converges here.

Zhou Ning felt his scalp tingling for a moment.

What does this mean? This is both the source and the end of the long river of fate. The source of fate is decline and destruction, and the end of fate is also decline and destruction?

Zhou Ning stood in silence for a few seconds, then tucked "Original Genesis" under his ribs and reached out to press the middle door of the three doorways. He pressed hard.

tie--

The door, which was exactly 33 meters high, opened inwards, revealing the scene inside.

On both sides of the hall are huge stone pillars, and in the middle of each stone pillar stands a statue of a god, as if it were alive.