Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"Okay, Adam and I will discuss how to unfold the next catastrophe. You can continue to participate in the Stigmata War." Mitya patted Zhou Mingrui's shoulder and said calmly.

"That's right." Suddenly thinking of Teacher Azik who was still lying dead next to him, Zhou Mingrui quickly asked: "Mr. Azik, can you help me save him?"

"certainly."

Medea reached out and clapped her palms.

The surrounding world repeated itself, and in just a moment, the spiritual world and reality were completely replaced...

After confirming that Zhou Mingrui had left, Mitya stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, stepped out, and also left the spiritual world.

Back home, Medea reached out and rubbed her temples.

"so troublesome."

The new version of Conferring Gods determines the general trend of the world and determines the future.

This is something very, very... beyond Mitya's expectation.

According to Media's vision, this matter will be discussed after Backlund's Stigmata War ends and more Star Gods appear.

But alas, this is the reality.

Unexpected and unconventional.

"The light of the spiritual world, his pursuit of interests is to live. This is not surprising. With human intelligence and rationality, how could he choose to wait for death in vain."

Therefore, the light of the spiritual world is destined to intervene.

Not only the light of the spiritual world, but other high-level extraordinary beings like the light of the spiritual world will also appear.

Medea reached out and tapped the back of her hand, squinting her eyes slightly, thinking about the various factions and positions.

"Gods, those high-level Extraordinaries who follow the normal path of extraordinary potion are all facing the risk of losing control, going crazy, and being polluted, so the seven righteous gods and evil gods will choose to become Star Gods.

They who know the past know very well that even if the future becomes the past, it will just be a later death. Even if they become old days, they will gradually disappear. "

Either early death or late death is death, why not choose to become a star god?

At least you can live longer this way.

"In the general direction, they and I are in the same camp. We are all fighting against the God and Heavenly Lord of the old era, including the torn old days."

"But within this camp, the hostility between the God of War and the Goddess of Night, the hostility between the God of Storms and the God of Eternal Sun, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom...the accumulated conflicts between the Good God and the Evil God are inevitable."

Thinking about this, Mitya only felt troublesome, extremely troublesome.

The genuine Fengshen, Chanjiao has the big boss Yuanshi Tianzun, and everyone at least knows how to cooperate.

In today's Conferred Gods, every small faction representing the gods has its own Xiao Jiujiu.

"The enemy camp, the magic potion sequence of the old era, those extraordinary people must not be willing to lose their extraordinary power. After all, they have no way to become Star Gods, they can only become the nourishment of Star Gods...

There is also God and Heavenly Lord, these two will definitely not wait for themselves to be split, torn apart, and turned into the nourishment of the new era.

With the automatic aggregation and separation of extraordinary characteristics, Zhou Mingrui will be Jiang Taigong. "

"at last…"

Finally, there is the old days outside the sky.

They are the most unpredictable unstable factors.

"Shub, descended by the fallen mother goddess, has no intention of finding the mother's nest, but is instead blessing her with eternal life.

Did the Old One simply act according to the concept of representation, or did it have its own humanistic thinking appeals like the gods? "

Unable to think of an answer, Medea put the question down.

She closed her eyes and sank into the depths of the City of Disaster, sorting out the endings that had been taken away from Tingen City...

"Teacher Azik, are you feeling well?" Zhou Mingrui supported Mr. Azik and continuously fed him the power of gray mist, regulating the extraordinary power in Azik's body out of control.

Azik felt the loss of control in his body. After reaching out and pressing his heart, he said with force, "It's okay, I just need to take a rest."

"Well, by the way, Teacher Azik, the Death Sequence can be recovered through sleeping."

"I'll find a place to sleep."

"Sherlock Moriarty, do you have anything else to say?"

Recalling his personal experience, Zhou Mingrui helped Mr. Azik sit down on a chair, and then spoke slowly and in a low tone.

"Teacher Azik, I don't know what I should do."

"I discovered that I am... a puppet of God. From resurrection to now, I have been a pawn controlled by Him."

Zhou Mingrui now sees the gray fog space not as a gift, but as a curse.

You have inherited everything from the master of Origin Castle. With such a connection in mysticism, you are destined to become the Lord of Mysteries in the future.

Struggle, change, and growth are just constant progress toward Him.

The future has been decided, and you are destined to become the Lord of Mysteries.

Even if you exert the power of mystery in just a few thousand or ten thousand years, or even walk as the Lord of Mysteries, in a longer period of time, the Lord of Mysteries will inevitably be resurrected.

For the Lord of Mysteries, maybe this is just a dream that has been repeated countless times. He does not care at all about Zhou Mingrui or others becoming the "Lord of Mysteries".

Anyway, the Lord of Mysteries is destined to be resurrected, and no one can transcend time.

"Sherlock, do you think life is born free?" Azik asked gently.

"It seems that it is free. Each of us has a free will and soul."

"No." Azik shook his head. He looked at Zhou Mingrui's confused eyes and said gently: "You are running for life, and I am running for the memories of the past... We are both tethered birds."

"It seems like they have freedom, but in fact everyone is living involuntarily, living for themselves, for others, and for their expectations for the future."

Mortals are looking for money, rice, oil and salt, extraordinary people are looking for potions and formulas, and high-status extraordinary people are worried about losing control and going crazy... Every stage has constraints, restraints, and relative freedom.

"What I want to tell you is that even if it is bound by shackles, the bird will still have the courage to fly into the sky."

But... He is the ruler of the spiritual world,

Zhou Mingrui lowered his head.

The ruler of the spiritual world, whose journey through time is all created by Him, one of the first three pillars, how can he fly if he bears such shackles?

Zhou Mingrui could hardly breathe under the pressure of this predetermined fate.

Azik reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Nothing is ever impossible."

"By all means, try to change."

"Even if the final result cannot be changed, the process is beautiful."

After saying that, Azik took out a bone whistle.

"This is?"

"This is the token to call my legion. Take it, Sherlock. I believe you can succeed."

"Why?" Zhou Mingrui did not take it, but looked at Azik in confusion.

"No matter what, you are my student. Teacher, I have nothing else. This is the only valuable thing."

Azik smiled, a gentle smile.

Zhou Mingrui also smiled, happily.

There was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

"It's almost time, it's time for me to leave."

After saying that, Azik tore open the spiritual world, and his back gradually faded.

Watching Mr. Azik leave, Zhou Mingrui reached out and put the bone whistle into the Source Castle.

After facing his fate in the spiritual world, knowing the truth, and receiving the "power" given by the light of the spiritual world, Zhou Mingrui can now use the "Source Castle" at will like the original Medea.

"Future, future, heavy words."

Sighing, Zhou Mingrui pulled the collar of his coat and left Hoy University.

His target was the library in the city of Tingen.

When you don’t know the answer to a question, the history recorded in books can tell you the answer.

Humans are just that, creatures that make simple mistakes over and over again.