Chapter 132
He wanted to ask it: Why are you so stupid? Does it take 10 million years to comprehend the secret?
But Fang Qingyan suddenly thought of it.
For gods, let alone ten million years, they may not be able to understand the secrets even if they are given a hundred billion years. To advance to the level of intermediate god, talent and resources are indispensable.
Moreover, practicing the Law of Chaos is more difficult than practicing the Law of Space and Time.
After all, chaos is the boss, and time and space is only the second.
This means that Fatian's growth rate is already incredible.
It's just that Fang Qingyan has a system and has spent several years to understand the secrets, so when he looks at the number "ten million years" with inertial thinking, he feels that Fa Tian is "stupid".
"Oh, okay, I get it."
Fang Qingyan sighed.
Fatian's growth rate is indeed very fast.
But it is difficult to keep up with him.
Ten million years may be just a blink of an eye for others, but for Fang Qingyan, it is too long.
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Fang Qingyan was wondering if he could directly help it compile and engrave?
But there are great difficulties.
First of all, what are the six secrets of the Law of Chaos? What does the catalog look like? Don't even know.
After all, this is the law of chaos, the first of the three supreme laws of the universe!
The strongest law!
There is no one!
No one has ever collected the secret map of the Law of Chaos.
Even the laws of reincarnation and the laws of time and space are not included.
Secondly...
Even if Fang Qingyan obtained the secret catalog of the Law of Chaos.
But he can't buy the secret ball of the Law of Chaos at all!
The production of mystical balls originally relies on the gods to release, seal, and preserve their own mystical meanings.
It is possible for the system to get it...
"Forget it, let's not think about these things for now."
Fang Qingyan shook his head and put aside all the distracting thoughts.
Fall down and go to sleep.
With a bang, the coffin lid closed tightly.
He was really tired. He had to take a day off and have to go to work at Claude's tomorrow.
Five days and ten thousand failures.
Only then did a double mystical artifact be produced.
Mental energy is completely exhausted!
And if you want to compile the three secret artifacts, only the spiritual power of a higher god can bear it... right?
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The next day, early morning.
Fang Qingyan climbed out of the coffin with difficulty. His face was still pale, but it had regained some color compared to last night.
"¨ˇSystem, sign in."
"Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for getting:
[Mystery·Time and Space Recall] Soul Remaining x1.”
He removed the crystal.
After crushing it, my consciousness came to a familiar place.
There are three thousand palaces in a row. He stands with his hands behind his back like an emperor, extremely domineering.
Same as yesterday.
The third person and the first person perspectives allowed Fang Qingyan to experience time and space regression.
After the end.
Fang Qingyan closed his eyes, still thinking about what he had just gained.
He had some rough understanding of the mysteries of time and space.
Don't underestimate this small progress.
You know, Fang Qingyan's one experience of taking photos of the soul is worth thousands of years of seclusion and hard training for other people.
You can clearly feel your progress every day.
This speed of cultivating the secrets is astonishing.
"Teacher, see you tomorrow!"
Fang Qingyan opened and closed his eyes, smiled and saluted the peerless emperor.
boom!
Without saying a word, He destroyed the world with one palm.
Fang Qingyan's consciousness was kicked out and returned to his true body.
The corners of his mouth suddenly twitched slightly.
Why don't you do this?
Who is this guy?
Even if you are dead, you are still so cold and aloof!
However, he does have the capital to be arrogant. After all, he was once a master and was a decent person during his lifetime.
Forget it.
The dead are great, respect them.
Fang Qingyan decided not to argue with him.
After all, he is his "teacher".
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Chapter 145
Fang Qingyan walked out of the secret room.
The four daughters Elizabeth, Caroline, Siyan, and Petsha, plus him, had a warm breakfast as a family.
Laughter and relaxation.
We talked about many things with each other.
Two gods, two holy places, but just like ordinary families, enjoying an ordinary family dinner.
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The gods still need breakfast?
The answer is no.
But "having breakfast with the family" and eating breakfast are two different concepts.
The former does not do it to satisfy their hunger, and what they enjoy is not delicious food, but family affection.
after all.
Life requires a sense of ritual.
Fang Qingyan didn't plan to become an ascetic. How boring would a boring life be?
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Leave the big world behind.
Fang Qingyan walked out of the hut refreshed, faced the morning light, and headed to Gejir Castle... to clock in for work.
He enjoys his current life.
No one disturbs me, I get stronger day by day, my life is peaceful and fulfilling, and my commute to and from get off work is filled with warmth.
He was like an ordinary office worker who worked hard in a big city in his previous life.
Punch in to work during the day and work hard for a living;
Go home from get off work at night and spend time with your wife and children;
If time could continue like this, it would actually be quite comfortable.
However, what is most indispensable in this world is sudden accidents and troubles.
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Black fat man's small building.
On the third floor, in front of the workbench.
"Fang kid, there is a very, very important task! Or, a very, very big trouble."
Old man Claude's expression was more serious than ever before, "This time, the engraving can only succeed, and failure is not allowed. Once it fails... the consequences are very serious!"
Fang Qingyan was extremely surprised.
Although old man Claude often accepted commissions from big figures of the Gods to engrave the secrets.
But he has never been so serious.
As a master of secret engraving.
The Gods will not blame him easily.
Even if the engraving fails, they will not say anything. After all, Claude's success rate of engraving a single secret is 40%, which everyone knows.
Failure is a very normal thing.
But now, Claude said "It can only succeed and not fail".
It can be seen that the old man is very afraid of the identity of the client.
Fang Qingyan frowned and asked, "Master Claude, who is so arrogant? If you really don't allow failure, just ask him to find a master with a 100% success rate to help him engrave! Entrusting us, but not allowing failure... Isn't this asking too much?"
"Hetui~ If he had the ability to find a master, he wouldn't have come to me."
Old man Claude spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and a look of disgust appeared on his old face, "It's Master Fitch, the only son of Lord Gejier."
Fang Qingyan was stunned.
He thought he was some big shot... that's it?
"Just a playboy. His father, Lord Gejier, is so important to you, Master Claude. There's no need to be afraid of this Fitch, right?"
Fang Qingyan was puzzled.