Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That eerie tremor seemed to carry some kind of ominous premonition.

It leaves an indelible mark deep in everyone's consciousness.

Then, the screen shattered, and consciousness returned.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen remained nailed to the black cross, the excruciating pain washing over them like a tidal wave.

But what chilled them even more was the terrifying power that had just pierced through time and space.

"What...is that?" Wu Hen's voice was a little dry. Even someone as calm as him couldn't hide the shock in his tone.

Lin Qiye did not answer; he was staring intently at the shattered spacetime barrier.

Beyond that chaotic mist, in the ceaseless flow of time, that blurry black figure still stands.

Just then, a voice, an incredibly familiar voice,

It seemed to transcend countless ages, resounding directly in the minds of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"……finally found you."

This sound!

Lin Qiye shuddered, and his eyes instantly burst with wild joy!

That's his voice!

It was his own voice!

The future me? Did the future me break through the time barrier to save us?

A flame of hope ignited in his heart, and even the excruciating pain from his pierced limbs seemed to lessen considerably.

"It's you?"

Wu Hen also recognized the voice. He was much calmer than Lin Qiye, his brows furrowed, as if he were analyzing something.

However, the next second, the flame in Lin Qiye's heart was extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

He felt a gaze, a gaze cast from the other side of the river of time.

That gaze pierced through the mists of time and space, landing precisely on him.

Cold, deathly still, devoid of any emotion.

That's not looking at an old friend, not looking at yourself, not even looking at a living thing.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a piece of trash that needed to be removed.

The ecstasy on Lin Qiye's face froze, and a chill even more biting than when he was nailed to the cross shot up his spine to the top of his head.

Damn it... something's wrong!

"Watch out!" Wu Hen's warning rang out almost simultaneously; his senses were equally sharp.

Over time, the blurry black figure gradually became clear.

He stood under a fiery red maple tree, his figure identical to Lin Qiye's, only more upright and weathered.

In his hand, he held a knife, a knife that Lin Qiye knew to the bone.

【斩白】.

The snow-white blade, under the light and shadow of the river of time, exuded a chilling gleam.

The future Lin Qiye, holding the knife, gazes at himself nailed to the cross across endless time and space.

Then, he moved.

Not a single word wasted, not a moment's hesitation.

He simply raised the [White Slash] and slashed it in mid-air in the direction Lin Qiye was now facing!

"Om-!"

A pure white blade of light, condensed to its absolute limit, disregarded the distance in space.

Ignoring the barrier of time, it instantly broke through the fog and appeared out of thin air in front of the cross, aiming straight for Lin Qiye's brow!

quick! too fast!

This strike contained a power of law that Lin Qiye could not comprehend; it locked onto cause and effect and slashed at existence itself.

Nailed to the cross, he had no way to dodge, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

The shadow of death enveloped him like never before.

The valley was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this unbelievable scene.

An Qingyu's pupils constricted as she was trapped, Uriel forgot to groan as he was seriously injured, and even the vengeful spirits stopped roaring.

A future hero must personally slay his past self?

What the hell is this?!

"Holy shit?" That was the only thought in Lin Qiye's mind.

My future self wants to kill me?!

A close call!

Just as that snow-white blade of light, powerful enough to sever everything, was about to touch Lin Qiye's brow.

"Ding--!"

A crisp, metallic clang suddenly rang out in the void!

A scalpel, entirely black and exquisitely crafted, appeared out of nowhere.

Like a black lightning bolt, it struck the tip of the snow-white blade with perfect precision!

"Crack!"

The blade's edge shattered instantly, transforming into countless points of light that vanished without a trace.

saved!

Lin Qiye was panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat.

At that moment just now, he really thought he was dead.

Who was it? Who saved me?

Everyone, including the future Lin Qiye who wielded the "White Slash" in the river of time, looked in the direction from which the scalpel had flown.

On the other side of the river of time, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

The person was shrouded in a large black robe with a hood, obscuring their face.

He appeared somewhat thin, and exuded a cold and indifferent aura, as if he were out of place with everything around him.

His appearance even caused the red worms inside the severely injured Uriel to momentarily freeze.

As if they had encountered their natural enemy, they curled up into a ball, trembling.

It's him? !

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts skipped a beat at the same time.

The future... An Qingyu?

Looking at the black-robed figure, Lin Qiye from the future tightened his grip on the [White Slash] weapon.

For the first time, a hint of emotion flickered in his icy voice—suppressed anger.

“An Qingyu, this is none of your business.”

The figure beneath the black robe stirred, seemingly raising its head.

A similarly cold gaze pierced through the shadow of the hood, meeting Lin Qiye's gaze from the future.

A detached yet slightly mocking voice rang out.

"Lin Qiye, do you want to commit suicide?"

One sentence plunged the entire room into dead silence once again.

suicide?

The word, used in this context, seems utterly absurd, yet so precise it's chilling.

The future Lin Qiye stared intently at the future An Qingyu.

The chill in his voice almost froze the river of time: "I'm not committing suicide, I'm correcting a mistake."

"mistake?"

An Qingyu from the future chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in her laughter.

“What you call a ‘mistake’ is now being crucified. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to ask me first.”

"You can't stop me."

"You can try."

The two simple sentences of dialogue were filled with a tense, hostile atmosphere.

Lin Qiye, nailed to the cross, stared blankly at the two figures confronting each other in the river of time, his mind a complete mess.

My future self will kill me because I am a "mistake"?

Is Anqingyu protecting me again in the future?

What exactly did they go through?

What exactly happened in the future?

Countless questions, like wildly growing weeds, instantly filled his mind.

Wu Hen, standing to the side, remained silent, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

I tried to find a clear logical thread in this chaotic situation, but the more I analyzed, the more mysteries I had.

Just then, Lin Qiye's gaze was fixed on An Qingyu from the future.

For some reason, he felt that something was wrong.

He observed carefully, his gaze sweeping over the hem of An Qingyu's black robe and over the area shrouded in the mist of time at his feet.

Suddenly, Lin Qiye's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw it on the fragment of time beneath An Qingyu's feet in the future.

At the boundary between light and shadow, there seemed to be an extremely faint, abnormal fluctuation.

The ripples were so slight, like ripples on the surface of water caused by a gentle breeze, that they were almost imperceptible without careful observation.

But that was by no means a fluctuation naturally generated by the flow of time.

The feeling... was more like something stepping on the ripples of time.

Silently, it slowly approaches from the deeper fog...