He watched as Chiba Michiko cleaned up the dining table.
Ling Ping'an finally found an opportunity and asked, "Chiba Michiko, did you encounter something troublesome today?"
Chiba Michiko's hand that was wiping the table suddenly stopped.
She quickly concealed the panic in her heart, "No... No..."
"It's okay!" Ling Ping'an looked at the Fusang girl and began to guide her patiently, "Tell me about it..."
"If you keep something in your heart, it will be bad!"
Chiba Michiko looked at the man in front of her.
She looked at the pair of eyes that suddenly became dark and deep.
The courage that had been encouraged with great difficulty instantly fell to the bottom.
"It's really nothing..." she lowered her head and said.
Ling Ping'an looked at her and understood that he wouldn't be able to get anything out of her.
"Strange!" He thought.
If it was just being excluded and suppressed.
Chiba Michiko wouldn't be so flustered, but she wasn't willing to say it.
So...
"Did something happen at home?" Ling Ping'an thought.
But what could happen to the Chiba family?
Didn't they already get the naturalization documents not long ago?
But they refused to say.
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an asked tentatively, "Did something happen at Fusang?"
When Chiba Michiko heard this, she immediately blushed like a frightened deer, "You... you... you know?"
Ling Ping'an smiled, "How would I know if you didn't tell me?"
But how could Chiba Michiko believe his words?
In her heart, a hidden sage like Ling Ping'an, who lived in seclusion in the city and watched the clouds rise and fall in the world, was like the legendary sage of the bamboo forest, quietly watching the ups and downs of the world.
Unless the world was overturned and the building was about to collapse, he would not come out of the mountain.
Such a person did not leave the house and knew the major events of the world.
For example, Zhuge Liang was lying high in Nanyang, but he was in Longzhong.
Therefore, he must know about Fusang.
It was just that he was unwilling to interfere!
After all, such a sage was someone who ruled by doing nothing and let nature take its course.
So...
Chiba Michiko looked at Ling Ping'an and thought, Ling-san must have a way to solve it, right?
But was he unwilling to make a move because the time was not right?
After thinking about it, Chiba Michiko knew that it must be so.
It was not time yet!
Therefore, she said respectfully, "Ling-san, I understand!"
Ling Ping'an looked at her, not quite understanding.
Do you understand?
What did you understand?
He blinked, but Fusang's mood became cheerful.
A familiar cheerful smile finally appeared on her face.
Chiba Michiko said, "Thank you, Ling-san. I know what to do!"
Go back and tell His Highness Li Gong's adopted son.
The time was not ripe yet, so he had to wait!
In any case, now, not to mention His Highness Tai Ge.
Wasn't the feathered fox still sealed?
When the time was right, Ling-san would make his move.
It was fine if such a sage didn't make a move, but when he did, it would definitely be earth-shattering!
… …
Mount Li.
The night shrouded the mountainous area that had been classified as a 'Class A National Natural Historical and Cultural Relic'.
On the outside, high walls and barbed wire had already sealed off the area.
Passing through the barbed wire and walls, he went deep into the interior of Mount Li.
One could see a strange scene that would make one's heart tremble.
In the depths of the mountain forest, deep in the mountains that were covered with thorns and trees.
Damaged terracotta warriors lined up and patrolled mechanically.
Most of the bodies of these terracotta warriors were already broken.
Many of the terracotta warriors even had large holes in their chests.
However, they were still patrolling, loyally following the instructions given to them by their creator: Protect the underground palace!
And under the ground, hundreds of meters of yellow soil.
The silver metal balls with extremely smooth surfaces formed something similar to a star map.
Each metal ball was like a star.
All the metal balls were connected together to form a vast star atlas.
In the star atlas, there was a straight path.
This was the Immortal Qin Direct Path!
The Immortal Qin Multiverse Empire's Conquest Star Path under the command of the Ancestral Dragon.
In the Star Path, a bright spot suddenly lit up.
A mechanical voice came from the bright spot.
"Immortal Qin Empire, Great Wall Garrison Colonel Meng Yi calling all comrades!"
"Repeat!"
"Meng Yi calling all comrades!"
However …
All the metal balls did not respond.
The Immortal Qin Empire, which had once conquered countless worlds, had entered silence.
And under these metal balls, there were countless densely packed bronze golems.
Each of them was dozens of meters tall.
Their eyes were tightly closed, like computers on standby.
…..
In the Middle Ages, Meng Yi ended another futile call.
The entire Immortal Qin Multiverse Empire seemed to have gone into hibernation.
But …
It had clearly received the signal of the Ancestral Dragon many times.
This made Meng Yi a little troubled. Its core, the core computing array that was stacked together with pieces of silver metal in its chest cavity was overloaded.
Suddenly …
Meng Yi raised its head.
Its pair of bronze eyes that were personally made by the Ancestral Dragon saw a little fire flying in the sky.
In that fire, one could vaguely feel a tyrannical and cruel aura.
Meng Yi could not help but stand up.
It sensed danger!
A terrifying existence at the same level as the Ancestral Dragon was entering the orbit of this fragile world.
His divine power had burned through the protective barrier of the world.
He was entering quickly!
That was …
The symbol of an eight burned in the flames.
Blood God!
Khorne!
But wasn\'t Khorne already dead?
Who was this?
And …
How could Khorne have the same psionic power reaction as the Ancestral Dragon?
Meng Yi frowned.
Back then, the Ancestral Dragon descended into this world and created the Immortal Qin.
Then, he built the Great Wall defense system. His original intention was to set up a foundation in this world. Then, his true body descended and completely conquered this place.
That was the normal operation of the Immortal Qin Empire.
Ever since the birth of the Immortal Qin Empire, the empire had been on the path of conquest.
They conquered worlds one by one and brought them into their own system.
Then, they built a magnificent spectacle. Finally, through the spectacle, they absorbed the resources of the entire world.
They supplied the huge empire and continued to conquer.
Such a conquest had been going on for ten thousand years after another.
Until the Ancestral Dragon disappeared, the entire territory of the Immortal Qin Multiverse Empire fell into silence.
…..
Isil was ignited in a raging fire.
Blood-like flames.
In the flames, an eight was flying.
"Interesting!" A voice said in the blood-like flames.
He could feel that there were many interesting places in this fragile world.
"A laboratory created by the ancient sages?" He said.
This was simply too interesting.
He felt the smell in this space called Isil.
There was his, there was Nurgle's, there was Lust's, and there was even Tzeentch's.
It was too interesting!
Wait!
He suddenly smelled an unusual smell, which was spreading in Isil.
That was …
His nose trembled slightly.
He was familiar with this smell.
The emperor on the golden toilet!
Although it was only similar, it was enough!
"Hahahaha..." he laughed loudly.
"So you will become us too!"
"Hahahaha!"
There was nothing that made him happier than this discovery.
He knew that the testing ground created by the ancient sages was a mirror that reflected the universe.
Since he could smell something similar to the emperor here.
Then …
What about the emperor of the Milky Way?
Was the one sitting on the toilet the emperor or the new Diablo?
It was too interesting! It was too interesting!
But... this was the right thing to do.
The subspace was the projection field of all the emotions and desires of life.
All the existences in the subspace were reflected by all kinds of strange civilizations.
Other than the space undead, who had used physical means to completely cut off their emotions and desires, so that the subspace had no effect on them.
All the other civilizations that had once ruled the galaxy had eventually given birth to terrifying existences.
For example, he, Nurgle, and Tzeentch.
The Spirit Race had even given birth to that fellow, Lust, with its own strength.
Why could a naturally evil race like humans not give birth to anything?
But …
He soon smelled something else.
The green skin gods?
Or had their main bodies appeared here!
He was slightly stunned.
Then, he smelled a vast smell that remained at the bottom of Isil.
This smell …
Madness …
Terror …
Confusion …
He could not look at it directly, could not see it!
This …
What kind of evil was it?
What kind of madness was it?
What kind of chaos was it!
Just sensing the residual smell, he could not help but go crazy.
"This is... What kind of greatness and madness!"
The Diablo in the flames muttered to himself.
Although it was only a thought.
However, he also understood that such madness, chaos, and evil were far above him.
Because, this madness and chaos had reached a level of righteousness.
It had already become a rule, and it had already become the truth!
Compared to this, what he had done in the past was like a brat causing trouble in an ant nest.
Not only was it ridiculous, but it was also childish!
"I have to contact my main body immediately..." he immediately began to take action. "I have to let my main body know what I have seen and heard here!"
As soon as he thought of this, he felt endless fear!
The entire Isil seemed to be trembling in fear.
Vaguely, he felt that there was an incomparably huge ball of meat covered in countless tentacles and eyeballs looking down from a higher dimension.
Those eyeballs were staring at him coldly.
He didn\'t have time to think too much before he felt that the entire Isil was pierced by countless things at this moment.
Deformed crazy tentacles swept towards him from all directions.
He was like a small fish that had fallen into the hands of a fisherman and was easily rolled up by the tentacles.
Boom!
All the divine power and thoughts were annihilated.
At the last moment, he only heard a cracking sound coming from the countless terrifying mouths of the ball of meat.
The voice seemed to be saying, "Master just happens to lack some seasoning!"
And he finally knew what the existence that killed him was?
The Master of Future and Time.
The monster that lived in the crack of the universe.
The incarnation of the great silver key\'s fury.
And he also understood the cause of his death.
Without permission, he peeped into the truth of the universe.
Even if the silver key did not kill him, he would definitely die.
It might even directly implicate his main body. Therefore, the Master of Future and Time killed him because of his actions. Once he succeeded, it would cause unpredictable risks in the future, leading to the destruction of countless universes!
… …
In the depths of the Milky Way.
The core of the subspace.
The God on the Skull Constellation was admiring his believers who had started a massacre to please him.
Even if the unlucky believer was beheaded in the end.
But he was still extremely happy.
"Very good!" He praised.
Massacre...
No matter who killed who, he was satisfied.
Because this meant that the disputes and hatred in the galaxy continued.
But...
He inexplicably felt that his heart was empty.
That heart that should have been excited fell into a dead silence.
"One of my avatars has been completely annihilated!" He muttered to himself, "Who did it?"
To be able to annihilate his avatar, and it was done quickly.
This meant that the person who did it was at least at the same level as him.
So, he began to search for his scattered avatars.
One, two, three...
Finally, he found the source.
The avatar that he sent out to search for an unknown world was annihilated in that unknown world.
"Not bad!" He said.
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