After leaving the world of all NPCs

The ink-colored light flows from the tip of the pen.

——World consciousness eventually returns to the human body.

In an instant, Erya clearly felt the "Whispering Volume" in his hand suddenly shake.

Writing the embodied trajectory of the world's will is no child's play.

This feeling of heaviness is the first bolt that is forcibly pried open in the future.

"——Anyone who faces me will give up all hope——"

As Ye Zuochen's words fell, a huge hand made of a completely semi-solid and semi-transparent composition stretched out from the place where his right shoulder and chest met!

The entire arm took shape in an instant like a giant dragon's arm, strong and powerful, full of an indescribable sense of plunder.

"——The sea of ​​worldly wisdom all flows into my jar, the true forms of all things are my models——"

A huge bronze dragon head materialized in an instant, its mouth wide open. Deep in its throat, a bright core like molten gold flickered, with countless tiny golden runes floating in it.

Between the forked copper corners, the space is twisted into a flowing painting by an invisible force.

Countless illusory scroll images flow like a long river, complex star tracks intertwine and rotate, and countless mysterious civilizations are destroyed and transformed.

This is the "root of greed"!

The molten gold core in the dragon's throat suddenly burst out with brilliant golden light like the sun.

Buzz————————

The earth, the ocean, the atmosphere, and even the core of the entire planet...

All the rivers of "spirit" that were flowing and circulating endlessly were violently drained by an invisible force at this moment, just like a super galaxy-level black hole suddenly formed and greedily opened its invisible huge mouth.

Countless pure spiritual energy turned into a roaring and surging torrent.

From the depths of the continental shelf, from the core of the ocean current, from the auroras leaping from the ionosphere, and even from beyond the boundaries of human dreams...

The trajectory was forcibly reversed by brute force, and they gathered madly with the "Head of Greed" as the center point!

The spiritual energy roared, tearing the air, pulling the space, ignoring the rules of Mio's "Reincarnation Paradise" and violently pouring into the isolated black and white area.

The end point of the energy torrent is the originally indestructible core barrier of the "Reincarnation Paradise".

Boom—rumble!

In the deepest part, beneath the dead silent floor of the black and white world order, at the core of the tangled roots of the Tree of Light, a crack visible to the naked eye flashed silently.

Then came the second, the third... Like a piece of glazed porcelain cracked by unimaginable internal pressure, dense cracks instantly spread across the entire inner surface of the "film".

And then... crush!

The dark light film that separated the ten kilometers of heaven and earth, along with Mio's tree of light and the huge black and white chessboard-like ground, exploded into countless fragments in an instant.

Strong vibrations accompanied by violent distortion of space suddenly spread out, as if billions of invisible air hammers were smashing down with that point as the center.

The fabric of reality was being torn apart as fragilely as a rag.

The next moment, a terrifying energy shock wave erupted.

Within the original ten-kilometer diameter, the entire surface structure, along with rock layers hundreds of meters deep underground, were completely wiped out by the force of the self-explosion and disappeared in an instant.

A huge meteorite cavity with an edge as steep as if cut by a knife or an axe and a diameter of ten kilometers was born!

Before the smoke and dust had completely risen, the surging sea water had already made a deafening roar, pouring back madly from the gap on the steep edge of the crater, carrying the whistling sound of swallowed air, and crashing into the bottom of the crater, creating huge waves.

Ye Zuochen, Mio, and Erya stood in the middle of the deep pit, seemingly unaffected.

At the center of the chaos, a point of pure white light quietly emerged, ignoring the destructive storm that swept across everything and the chaotic light and sound.

In the core of absolute brightness, a slender figure silently floated in the center of the pure light.

wow-

Her moonlight-like silver-gray hair flowed windlessly over her round shoulders and fell to her waist, like a solidified galaxy waterfall.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her light blue eyes opened.

The body is tall and graceful, with breathtaking proportions.

The plump breasts are proudly outlined in the milky white tube top, and the plump bust outlines a breathtaking curve.

The waist is incredibly narrow, and the round hips draw a graceful curve, instantly extending to a pair of long legs that are very tempting.

Xianyi's dress is mainly milky white, which gradually turns into a misty light blue from the waist downwards, and then fades into a hazy light purple at the end of the huge train. The layers of gauze are like condensed moonlight and the petals of newly opened lotus.

The edge of the tube top neckline is embellished with delicate lace like frosted flowers, and the low neckline reveals the graceful collarbone and shoulder line.

The waist-hugging design cinches her slender waist, and an intricate golden scroll embroidery shines brightly on the side.

The right side of the skirt is boldly opened high to the base of the leg, appearing and disappearing when standing still, and must be amazingly agile when walking or flying.

Three smooth gold rings were stacked on her creamy ankles.

She lowered her head slightly, and her gaze fell like a substance, covering the three people below who were facing a formidable enemy.

There is no emotion in the sight, only a sense of vastness overlooking the vicissitudes of life and indifference to the rise and fall of all things.

"I see. You were the ones who woke me up and threw me into this body."

Ye Zuochen raised his head slightly: "Murasame Reine, can I call you that?"

The silver-gray-haired woman's gaze fell on Ye Zuochen's face. "Yes, the God-Slaying Demon King who drifted here. This is the identity I created when I invaded human society. I used this identity to impart some knowledge to humans."

"No wonder!" Erya took a deep breath. "My angel can't even completely trace the origin of this name!"

Mio stared quietly at the face in mid-air that had a strikingly similar outline to her own: "You and I look a lot alike."

Murasame Reine finally turned her gaze to Mio: "I am the you who was supposed to be born."

Mio's eyelashes trembled violently as she suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. Thirty years ago, those three magicians intended to use the 'Spiritual Ritual' to forcibly gather the natural spiritual energy flowing through the earth, sky, and deep oceans of this planet, in order to create the original spirits."

"But Kurumi returned to that point in time, ended the caster, and interrupted the process of the technique."

"The natural forces within the Earth's surface, the earth, the sky, and the oceans, which would have taken the Earth hundreds, even thousands, of years to recover, have returned to the planet."

She raised her head, her gaze fixed on Murasame Reine's face. "And so, from that unimaginably vast flow of spiritual energy, and from the planet's own pain and recovery, a new will was born... the planet's consciousness."

Murasame Reine nodded slightly: "That's right, Mio."

"After I became the consciousness of this planet, I was also given the responsibility of protector. I must maintain the cosmic clock at its proper scale in this world and calibrate the direction of history."

"Therefore, I gathered the naturally diffused spiritual energy in the neighboring realm and condensed it into spiritual crystals."

"And spread these condensed 'seeds' to those young girls who are destined to bear its power and burden."

She frankly admitted, "This process isn't perfect. Occasionally, the agitation of neighboring realms can disrupt reality, triggering what you know as spacequakes."

"To this end, I used the ocean of data to construct a projection on the surface of the human world's consciousness network. Through the identity of 'Murasame Reine', I delivered some insignificant knowledge into the hands of humans."

"Protector of the planet, ensuring the correctness of history..." Ye Zuochen chewed on these words in a low voice. "So you are the driving force of destiny, but not entirely the driving force of destiny... That's not right! In essence, you are still the driving force of destiny!"

The so-called promoter of destiny can also be simply called the "God of Destiny".

This is a deity that often appears together with the "King of the Last", and is usually played by the god of fate in mythology.

The purpose of the God of Destiny is to develop history according to an ideal script, that is, correct history.

The so-called "correct history" is the history determined by human beings themselves after excluding the influence of power.

Power will lead to the convergence of possibilities in the past and future, thereby determining the script of the universe. The existence of the God of Destiny is to eliminate such interference.

The God of Destiny usually appears in a world where "power is overflowing".

Because of the influence of the God of Disobedience and the God-killers, the history of the entire world is no longer determined by humans, but is a script determined by this group of gods and kings.

This requires the God of Destiny to appear and weave fate somewhere in the underworld.

That is to say, to recompile the disordered torrent of fate.

This recompiled history is naturally not a random compilation, but a "standard human history", that is, the standard historical process of "Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing".

In order to eliminate the script written by the power, the God of Destiny will give the Hero God the [Saving Divine Sword] and give him the destiny of "saving the world", allowing him to use the [Covenant Law]. After that, the brave man will kill the godslayer on the earth.

World No. 3019 (Battle), this universe annexed by [Mythology], has a complete [Mythology] configuration.

Like the underworld, like a god, like a magician, like a corrective force...

"Destiny Driver" and "King of the Last" are also configured.

but.

"This is too high-end. It seems that the correction force wants to save money." Ye Zuochen couldn't help but mutter.

Perun is a half-baked "Last King" who does not have a savior sword or even a body, but only has a [Covenant Law].

Murasame Reion is a half-baked "mover of destiny" and she is not even a god.

Anyway, in this remote world, there are no disobedient generals, and no godslayers appear...

Just make do with it.

Murasame Reine turned her gaze towards him again. "Drifting King, you've gone to such lengths to forcibly anchor my existence from its source of nothingness into this form. Is this to prevent the reactivation of [Hero's Advent]?"

"By trapping me within this elven body, you can sever the support pathway that Fate bestows upon the divine incarnation, depriving the immense power of correction from interfering with you."

"For the sake of one goal, you're willing to tear apart the earth's spiritual veins to create a cage."

"That's right." Ye Zuochen admitted frankly: "Perun's use of the [Covenant Method] is still within the scope of understanding, but Saint George and Elijah can also use the [Covenant Method].

"Then there is only one possibility. It wasn't them who activated the [Covenant Law], but you, the driving force of fate!"

He held out his hands, palms up, as if inviting someone.

"Can you just surrender and become my side?"

The answer came without the slightest hesitation, like the cold arc of a falling meteorite.

"I reject."

Ye Zuochen let out an inaudible sigh, a sigh of regret and a sigh of resignation: "Then there's nothing we can do."

As the words fell, the silent aura around Murasame Reine suddenly fissioned!

A layer of vast divine power that embraces everything and repels everything burst out from her slender body like an explosion of light at the beginning of the universe.

In just a moment, Murasame Reine achieved a grand synchronization with all the myths circulating on the planet beneath her feet.

Her figure blurred in an instant, as if she had turned into a ball of "infinite light".

That is the majesty of the All-Father.

That is the mercy of the Earth Goddess.

It is the thunder of destruction and also the holy light of creation!

In this brilliant and terrifying divine halo, Murasame Reine slowly raised her flawless right hand, and her slender fingers gracefully and precisely plucked the void.

Zheng——!

The ancestral orifice between Ye Zuochen's eyebrows suddenly burst out with an indescribable deep light, and all his thoughts gathered together in an instant.

A cool, clear, dust-free "mirror" suddenly took shape and hung high above the ancestral orifice!

This is not a mirror in the physical sense, but an external manifestation of the spiritual realm - "reflection of external scenery."

It is the supreme visualization of forcibly cutting off one's own existence from the pace of the universe's clock.

The mirror light is like mercury pouring on the ground, expanding in an instant and illuminating all directions!

The surging chaos from the outside world, the roaring waves pouring in, the flying rocks and dust, the tense and solemn figures of Mio and Erya, and even the world consciousness that is manifesting in the form of "infinite light".

At the moment when the "mirror scene" is reflected, all forms, energies, and colors are stripped of the appearance of "matter" and restored to flowing "hues"!

In the absolute time gap that ordinary people cannot perceive, Ye Zuochen's individual timeline was forcibly pulled out from the flowing river of cosmic time.

He possessed a devilish ability of instant perception.

But at the same moment.

Murasame Reine's fingertips moved in the void, but it was not in vain.

A dark golden thread exuding an aura of fate appeared and wrapped around her fingertips.

This move actually plucked the string of fate that was entangled with Ye Zuochen's existence!

The outside scene reflected by Ye Zuochen spun and faded wildly.

hum!