Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye's breathing stagnated.

The fairyland before his eyes was more real than any special effects he had imagined. No, this was reality.

How could he, a time traveler, be able to witness the mythical Yaochi Festival with his own eyes?

This is just awesome.

The immortals around were wearing fluttering robes and chatting and laughing cheerfully. Each of them had a profound aura that was impossible to see through.

"Oh my god, this wave is not a loss."

Lin Qiye muttered to himself, his eyes darting around like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

I wish I could engrave every frame into my mind.

At this moment, the conversation between two Taoists not far away floated over.

One of them was wearing a purple robe and had a dignified face. He frowned.

He said worriedly, "Brother Yuding, do you feel something is wrong?"

"The heavens have been in great disarray lately. I observed the stars at night, and the purple star was dark, a clear sign of great misfortune."

The one called Senior Brother Yu Ding is a middle-aged Taoist who looks gentle and elegant.

He held a whisk in his hand and smiled faintly when he heard this: "Junior Brother Ziwei, please be patient."

"Before the Heavenly Venerable went into seclusion, he once said that everything has its destiny, and we can just follow the will of Heaven."

"But this time it's different!"

Ziwei Xingjun lowered his voice a bit, revealing a sense of urgency.

"I always feel that something big is about to happen, and it's something big that can overturn everything!"

"The old man Tianzun has been in seclusion for too long this time. There is no news at all. I am very worried."

The smile on Jade Ding Zhenren's face faded a little, and he looked up at the sky.

In those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, there flashed a hint of depth that no one could understand.

"The storm is coming..."

Lin Qiye's brain seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

The Celestial Lord is moving! The celestial phenomena are ominous!

Aren’t these words and these conversations the beginning of the catastrophe he knew would sweep across the three realms and destroy all gods and Buddhas?

He was in heaven one second and was sent to hell the next.

The fairy air of Yaochi seemed to turn into a biting cold wind in an instant, making him feel cold all over.

It turned out that he did not travel to a peaceful and tranquil mythological era, but was directly airdropped to the battlefield on the eve of the final decisive battle!

No! They must be told!

Even if there is only a slight chance, you have to try!

Lin Qiye no longer cared about the rules and etiquette, he rushed towards Jade Ding Zhenren like a madman,

He roared with all his might, "Master! Hurry up! There's a catastrophe!"

"A catastrophe is coming! Heaven will be destroyed! Run!"

His voice was hoarse and desperate.

However, the immortals around him continued to chat and laugh, as if they didn't hear his shouts at all.

Ziwei Xingjun and Yuding Zhenren also continued their conversation, ignoring the "madman" who suddenly broke in.

"Why...why can't I hear it?"

Lin Qiye didn't believe it, so he rushed to Master Yu Ding and stretched out his hand, trying to grab the other's arm.

"Real man! Listen to me..."

His hand passed through Jade Ding Zhenren's body without any hindrance.

There was no feeling at all, just like passing through a ball of air, a phantom of nothingness.

Lin Qiye froze in place, his outstretched hand suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly.

The light in his eyes was completely extinguished at that moment.

He felt like he was thrown into an ice cave, freezing cold from head to toe, inside and out.

Hope shattered completely the moment he touched reality.

It turned out to be like this...

It turns out that he is not here at all.

Lin Qiye slowly withdrew his hand, looked down at himself, and then looked at everything around him.

He took a few steps back in despair and accidentally kicked a small stone.

The stone rolled forward with a gurgling sound.

Not far away, a crane was walking with graceful steps and leisurely combing its feathers.

The stone rolled right to its feet.

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank.

The crane showed no reaction and kept its head down, as if the stone didn't even exist.

The next second, it stretched out its long legs and passed straight through the rolling stone, walking away leisurely step by step.

Everything is just a shadow of the past.

He is a bystander of history, a ghost who cannot interfere with anything.

Lin Qiye pulled up a smile that was uglier than crying, full of powerless self-mockery.

Damn, God played a huge joke on him.

It allowed him to see the truth, but also cut off all possibilities for him to change.

He turned his head in despair and took a last look at the two immortals who were still talking.

However, the moment he looked over, the self-mockery and despair on his face suddenly froze.

Jade Ding Zhenren, who was talking to Ziwei Xingjun, stopped talking at some point.

He didn't look at the sky again, nor did he look at Ziwei Star God beside him.

He turned his head.

Those gentle and deep eyes penetrated the barriers of time and space.

It passed over countless immortals and landed on Lin Qiye with incredible precision.

There was no emptiness and confusion in those eyes that a phantom should have, but instead a hint of clarity flashed across them.

A hint of clarity that seems to say, "You are finally here."