Chapter 1023 The Tributary of Fate (a New Update!)

Chapter 1023 The tributary of fate (a new update!)

On a straw pile in a material world, three plainly dressed youths were lying on it.

And under the straw pile, several black and white cats are lazily nesting there.

It was spring, and the sun was warm but not hot.

From time to time, a breeze blows, bringing the field moist and full of vitality.

"Oh, here we go..."

At this time, a young man among the three said.

He was wearing a straw hat and a very crude-looking piccolo pinned to his waist.

Under the long brown hair, the slightly raised corners of the mouth always make people feel some kind of joking.

"Okay, I'm going to squint for a while."

The young man next to him said lazily, his hair looked a little gray.

This is a not-so-good symbol in many civilizations.

His skin looked a little dark, like a farmer who had been working in the fields all year round.

For a god system, sometimes there will always be some other gods than others.

After all, except for those few related priests who are born with powerful divine power.

For other priesthoods, there will always be some changes and adjustments.

Among them, the priesthood related to weak divine power is the most complicated.

From a certain point of view, as long as the corresponding conditions are met, any concept of existence can be regarded as a priesthood.

However, generally speaking, the emergence of this kind of priesthood has a lot of chance.

Becoming a god is not that simple. Even a grand arcanist has paid a heavy price for it.

Of course, they didn't get nothing...

"Densim, I heard that you recommended a new participant, what is his occupation..."

The young man in the middle scratched his head and asked, he was just busy fighting a gadfly.

There was a straw in the corner of his mouth, which made his voice muffled.

"Monk..."

The youth who spoke first said that he was Rize-Densim, the god of laughter and shadows.

The three people on this pile of straw are all gods from different planes.

Their clergy are not identical, but there are always certain common traits that make their friendship enduring.

Gods are not necessarily majestic, sometimes, they also have some qualities that attract the attention of all things...

"Legendary monks? What's the meaning of those cold and stubborn stones, I remember that game can't suppress their will..."

The young man in the middle fiddled with the straw around his mouth, he didn't think it was a good idea.

Because, long ago they tried.

But obviously, the result is obviously not so satisfactory.

"You think he's going to put on an interesting performance?"

"Oh, by the way, what's his name..."

The young man in the middle looked at the young man incarnated by the God of Laughter and Shadow, Rize Dansim, and asked.

"God Slayer - Yi Qiu..."

Rize-Densim replied.

"Um?"

The two people next to each other looked at Reize-Densim, they didn't know the information of the participants.

Of course, they can actually view relevant information, but this is obviously a bit boring.

They are enjoying the surprise from unexpected information, or... frightening.

"Man, your way is a bit wild..."

One of them said in a subtle tone...

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Yi Qiu, or a part of Yi Qiu's consciousness, looked at the familiar room in front of him, and his memory seemed to surge again.

The river of destiny is like a long river with infinite tributaries, and it has endless magnificent changes.

Yi Qiu knew about the River of Destiny, but he never felt that he knew all the mysteries of the River of Destiny.

It is endless, it is boundless, it is the true vastness and grandeur that even the legendary characters cannot explore in infinite time.

At this moment, Yi Qiu felt that he was probably thrown into a certain branch of the river of fate:

In other words, it may also be a sub-world derived from this.

In the concept of all things, they have a special name for it: Parallel World.

The memories in his mind were surging, and Yi Qiu began to accept the memories from this body.

Everything is like those memories that have settled in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, but the trajectory of fate seems to have undergone some subtle changes.

The disaster that changed his fate did not happen, and the turning point of fate that changed his hairline forever also did not happen...

It was as if everything had returned to a certain balanced posture, and that was what belonged to him—the life Yi Qiu should have spent.

Because it is only the manifestation of a part of consciousness, the cold sea of ​​consciousness at this moment can only maintain the most original part.

The mighty power that terrified the plane seems to have disappeared.

A vague sense of weakness made Yi Qiu feel a little confused.

But that confusion only lingered in his shallow consciousness.

The will that moved all the gods will not be erased so easily.

Day and night meditation and penance, long tempering in the spiritual world, all these have endowed Yi Qiu's spirit or soul with a more resolute quality than steel.

Yi Qiu pushed open the somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar door.

There was a trace of tension in his spirit, which was caused by the emotions of all things.

This part of consciousness is the manifestation of Yi Qiu's dharma head carrying mortal will.

Yi Qiu's intuition gave him some inspiration, and choosing this part of his consciousness would give him something to gain.

The door, which seemed to have been rested, looked very light, not as clumsy as Yi Qiu remembered.

In the living room, there was an embroidered tablecloth on the table with some fruits and snacks on it.

This scene is obviously unfamiliar to Yi Qiu, but he knows the source of all these changes:

The parents have not passed away, and they are continuing the work they once did.

But counting the time, my father is about to retire.

Yi Qiu walked to the window sill, the bright sunshine carried the brightness from memory.

And below, the passing college students brought laughter full of youthful vigor...

"Meow?"

On the window sill of the house next door, a familiar orange cat glanced at him, and then continued to lie there lazily basking in the sun.

Yi Qiu could feel that there seemed to be something warm flowing silently in his icy will.

That is something that he has gradually faded in the long time and adventures.

Every time you meditate, you need to face hundreds of days of spiritual sharpening;

In every battle, it is necessary to decide the survival of intelligent life in units of millions or even tens of millions;

When every thought needs to be carried out with a certain cold and detached attitude...

The passing of some things is unavoidable.

Yi Qiu put his hand on the window sill, but the window sill was like a clay sticker, and he easily pressed a palm print.

Yi Qiu was stunned, his mighty power had indeed disappeared.

But he is still no longer the youth in the material world that he remembers, even when the years turn to 20 years old, he can easily control the life and death of all things...

Yi Qiu touched his bald head subconsciously, but the feedback of the hairy feeling from his palm made him slightly stunned.

Change?

Yi Qiu shook his head, and he stretched out his hand to smooth the palm prints on the window sill.

Then, he began to receive relevant information about this fateful event...