After leaving the world of all NPCs

“Yu Yu Yu——!”

Above the dome, the neighing of the invisible Pegasus sounded again.

The azure torrent that originally extinguished the fire of hell suddenly split and turned, like a giant blue python, wrapping around Ye Zuochen who appeared to attack.

The speed was so fast and the range was so wide that it almost blocked all his space to dodge!

This is one of the six gods of Ahura, symbolizing "water".

In mythology, Ahura not only created "water", but also transformed Sirius into a horse, opened the door to heaven, and sent down water to eliminate the drought.

For a period of time, he also formed a trinity of faith with the river goddess Anahita and the god of contract Mithra.

If we trace it back further, his [divinity] is also related to Varuna, the god of the sky, rain, and the sea.

The square line in Ye Zuochen's pupils flickered again, and he did not stop charging at Zalwan. But at the moment when the dragon's head was about to hit the stone surface, his right foot covered with red scales suddenly kicked backwards and upwards at a strange angle that violated the laws of physics.

The moment this kick was delivered, Ye Zuochen's body and the angry dragon head flashed violently like an image with a bad signal!

Swish!

Almost at the same time, Ye Zuochen's figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the silver halo of the World-Saving Divine Sword. His right foot kicked in the air and condensed above the hilt out of thin air, kicking hard on the guard of the divine sword.

clang--!

The Savior Sword was kicked away and instantly escaped from the range of the silver halo. It spun far away and hit the stone pillar of the temple in the distance with a clang.

"It's tricky... this is the only way."

Zarwan saw Ye Zuochen appear next to the halo, and the divine light on his mask suddenly became dazzling!

hum!

The rotating silver halo of time suddenly expanded, and the space at the center of the halo fluctuated violently like the surface of water after a stone was thrown into it. In a flash, the halo turned into a huge wellhead that seemed to be connected to infinite dimensions.

Anahita's patio!

Deep in the wellhead are countless rushing and swirling rivers, as if all the rivers in the heavens and the multiverse converge here.

The next moment, Ye Zuochen felt his body sinking and falling towards the "wellhead"!

"Is this a corridor similar to the lady's?"

The lines in Ye Zuochen's eyes changed, but he found that he could not reach the future of "escaping from the wellhead" at all. Then the future seen by [Weiran Shenshangtong] changed again.

This attack will definitely hit Zalwan!

boom!

The ground beneath Zalwan exploded without warning, and a pillar of dark red hellfire shot up into the sky.

The blazing flames instantly engulfed Zalwan's huge stone mask and evaporated the surrounding rushing blue water into white steam.

As Ye Zuochen fell into the "well", the flame pillar disappeared.

In the steaming white mist, Zalwan's huge mask was suspended. Its surface was charred black, with molten pits appearing in many places. Dark red magma flowed around the edges, and wisps of green smoke rose. It was obvious that it had suffered severe damage.

He slowly floated down to the side of the divine sword of salvation that had just been kicked away in the distance.

The empty eye sockets of the mask turned towards the divine sword, and the power of time flowed quietly.

Om-!

[The Savior's Divine Sword] trembled violently, and the originally dull platinum blade instantly burst out with dazzling platinum lightning.

The blade hummed and broke free from the base of the stone pillar on its own, floating up into the air.

The tiny gravel on the ground floated against gravity, and the traces of burning and destruction in the temple were as if wiped away by an invisible eraser and restored in an instant.

A figure quickly turned from virtual to real and condensed next to the world-saving divine sword!

Ahura grasped the hilt of the suspended Savior Sword tightly and was resurrected again.

"Father God, are you okay?"

Zalvan's voice remained inanimate. "Ahura, I used the power of Anahita's Well that you wield to send him to another, distant divine realm. He is temporarily trapped, unable to return easily."

Ahura noticed something was wrong with Zalwan: "Father, you seem to be the same as Mithra..."

Zalwan said, "Confirmed... I have reached my limit. I have only managed to survive by pausing my own time, just like King Mithra."

"Ahura killed me and took my fire."

"In this way, your divine fire will become even stronger, and you will be able to stop the godslayer from gaining my power."

The divine sword trembled.

"I understand, Father God."

Ahura slowly raised the sword of salvation above his head.

Rumble!

The catastrophic lightning illuminated every corner of the Temple of Infinite Time and every inch of the eternal foundation stone in a pale white.

154 people are at Rainbow Bridge, preparing to rob Surtel

The biting cold wind blew up the frozen snow and sand, lashing the vast wasteland without mercy.

As far as the eye can see, there is endless frozen earth and twisted and tangled black forests, spreading lifelessly until they are strangled by an incredible giant wall.

The cold and hard stone pillars are close to each other, like the wildly growing hair on the earth, densely interlocking to form a wall that is far more than 30 meters high.

The wall stretched to the left and right as far as the eye could see, disappearing at the end of the gray sky and earth, cutting the entire world neatly in half.

On the other side of the wall, across the insurmountable barrier, a completely different aura could be faintly heard.

It is the warmth of the soil, the golden waves of wheat, and the endless green of the forest.

Life and death are only separated by a wall.

Wow!

In mid-air, a round crack like the mouth of an ancient well appeared out of thin air.

The next second, a crimson figure fell out of the "well" in a panic.

Ye Zuochen instinctively twisted in the air, and the hard leather on the bottom of his military boots slammed heavily on the frozen, iron-hard ground with a dull thud, and he managed to stabilize his body.

He was wearing a flame-red British-style commander's dress with straight epaulettes and intricate patterns outlined in gold thread, which looked incongruous and gorgeous against the desolate background.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes instantly locked onto the crack that was about to close.

The next moment, the "patio" disappeared.

Deep in the pupil, square lines suddenly lit up.

In his field of vision, two huge squares suddenly overlapped, locking in the "future" he needed.

Even if Zalwan used the "Well of Anahita" and the portal of the God of Destiny to send him to the other side of the multiverse, as long as he used the [Eye of the God of the Future], he could still lock onto the future of "Ye Zuochen arriving at the [Temple of Infinite Time]", which means that he would arrive at the [Temple of Infinite Time] in the next moment.

Of course, it could be a long time later.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as you want to go back, you can always go back.

but.

The two squares overlap and re-emerge to lock in the future, but a single scene emerges.

Flames licked the sky, completely devouring the majestic tree that supported the nine worlds.

The giant tree was so huge that a single leaf was enough to hold up the stars, but now it was painfully collapsing in the red-gold fire, turning into ashes flying all over the sky.

All possibilities, all branches, are irrevocably converged, pointing to this only destination.

The future of this universe is already determined and cannot be changed.

"Twilight of the Gods..."

Ye Zuochen whispered, but his voice was instantly blown away by the cold wind.

The square lines in the pupils suddenly went out, leaving behind a bottomless black.

"I see. I've been sent to the [Divine Realm] of Norse mythology. Even if I wanted to use the [Unprecedented Divine Eyes] to travel to the future and return to the [Temple of Infinite Time], I wouldn't be able to leave this world because the entire future of the [Divine Realm] is centered on the plot of 'Ragnarok'."

In this universe, fourth-order choices narrow possibilities, changing both the past and the future.

Therefore, [power] determines the script of the universe.

From this perspective, as long as all gods use [power], it will have an impact on [Weiran Shenshangtong].

Although this impact was merely the spray from distant waters crashing into his small boat after a long current, if the ship that produced the spray came right in front of him...

That's another story.

In the world of [Divine Realm] that evolved according to mythology, all plots are predetermined.

Moreover, it was the gods who wrote the script.

If you want to modify or subvert a script of this level, you need to use the opponent's strength to your advantage.

In other words, unless "Twilight of the Gods" ends, Ye Zuochen cannot go to a future other than "Twilight of the Gods".

Of course, you can also use the [Big Light Ball] to go to World 492, and then use the [Weiran Divine Pupil] to go to the [Infinite Time Temple]...

No, forget it.

Ye Zuochen pondered inwardly, "Ahura has completely assimilated with the [Salvation Divine Sword], thus achieving immortality. However, judging from Mithra's condition, if he uses the [Salvation Divine Sword] excessively, his soul will probably decay."

"But Ahura has just arrived here, and His soul is still full and new..."

"what does that mean?"

"Ahura can be resurrected infinitely, and this resurrection is almost unsolvable."

"Isn't this just like Prince Rama in World 235? Even if we can kill him once, he will eventually be resurrected again."

"The only solution is probably to seal the [Saving Divine Sword] in the [Blue Sky Locking Palace]..."

Just as Ye Zuochen was lost in thought, a crisp voice carrying an unquestionable sense of command suddenly interrupted Ye Zuochen's thoughts.

"Open the door, we want to go out and take a look."

It's the Black Tower.

Ye Zuochen turned around slightly, and a wooden door immediately appeared beside him.

The door creaked open.

Three women with very different styles, carrying the unique atmosphere of their respective fields, slowly walked out from the space behind the wooden door and stepped into this barren frozen land.

Heita was the first to step firmly onto the frozen ground.

The wide-brimmed magic hat with a striking purple lily on top swayed slightly, and the black gauze hanging from the brim brushed against her fair cheeks.

Her long brown hair fell to her waist, and her purple eyes sparkled with a childlike curiosity and eagerness to try, creating a wonderful tension with her identity as a genius scientist.

The tight black dress has a short front hem, revealing the lines of the legs wrapped in delicate black stockings, while the back hem hangs down like a crow's feather.

An intricately designed collar is wrapped around the neck, and abstract "palm" embroidery can be vaguely seen at the edge of the skirt.

In his hand he held a staff with a purple crystal on top.

Boom!

The tip of the stick was casually inserted into the hard frozen soil at his feet.

A slight humming sound followed.

With the point where the staff pierced as the center, several mirrors emerged silently in the air, floating around. The outline of the land was reflected in the depths of the mirrors, but they strangely refracted completely different spectrums.

Following closely behind is Nguyen Mei.

She walked calmly, as if strolling through the corridors of her own garden.

Her long, dark hair was loosely tied up and fixed with a golden hairpin.

The ink-colored variant cheongsam with a very high slit is like a flowing ink-wash landscape painting.

She didn't even look at the frozen ground beneath her feet. She just raised her right hand wearing a black gauze glove, and her slender fingers casually stroked the cold air in front of her.

laugh--

As her fingertips traced the path, double-helix structures with soft blue-white light appeared out of thin air, circling gracefully around her fingertips, silently analyzing the most basic units that made up this space.