"The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation has rushed to the Fufeng Protectorate and confirmed signs of the invasion of the Western army. Several high-level professionals have been killed …"
Chung Shen-soo held the frontline battle report in his hand and nodded slightly.
At this time, he was already far away from Chang Luo, but he also did not go to the frontline battlefield.
Instead, he came to the boundless East Sea.
As far as the eye could see, there was an endless blue sea, tens of thousands of miles away, uninhabited.
It could be said that it was a good place to do experiments.
Chung Shen-soo pondered for a while, and a key made of light appeared in his hand.
Endless streams of data appeared, gradually condensing into a figure. It was the Eighth Sequence of the West, the Archbishop of the Church of Destiny — Byeslen!
His expression was very confused, and then he saw Chung Shen-soo. "Your Excellency … I …"
"You were already dead, but I resurrected you."
Chung Shen-soo said calmly. After all, he was the one who killed him, and after deleting the data, he could still recover it from the trash.
If someone else killed him, he could not find it in the trash, and now he could not be resurrected.
Byeslen's pupils shrank, but the next moment, he confirmed that he was the former him, not a clone or an illusion.
In fact, even his fate had been reconnected.
This was equivalent to a perfect resurrection, and it deeply shocked him. "Your Excellency … is definitely not an ordinary false god!"
He even felt that under the skin of this young cultivator, there should be an incarnation of a great existence!
Otherwise, there was no way he would possess such terrifying strength.
To the great existences, even death would vanish in the strangeness of things!
"I need you to do me a favor."
Chung Shen-soo suddenly smiled.
He knew that perhaps this [Destiny Disruptor] could not see the omen of his death, but what about the real 'fate'?
The master worshipped by the Church of Destiny should be able to see it clearly.
And he had a good relationship with the Ouroboros of Time.
When he was about to become a True God, he could contact the other party, at least to get some information and even support.
Thinking deeper, this archbishop would not come at other times, but at this time, was it not fate's arrangement?
Apart from fate itself, which he believed in, what other existence could influence the fate of an archbishop of fate without batting an eyelid?
"What kind of help?"
Byslen had a bad feeling about this.
"Pray to your gods!"
Chung Shen-soo said, "I wish to meet the Ouroboros of Time."
Bayeslon's expression did not change. It was as if he had seen the guidance of a brand new fate.
He did not refuse. He nodded and began to kneel in mid-air, praying.
"Almighty Lord Fate!"
"You are the ring of time, the beacon of fate!"
"You are the incarnation of the cardinal sins, the Fallen Controller!"
…
Putting aside the first few honorific names, Chung Shen-soo felt that the Ouroboros had added the contents after it had digested the divinity of Damo.
At this moment, Chung Shen-soo sensed the changes in his surroundings.
Across from him, Byslen stood up. A phantom flashed in his eyes, like a ring formed by the Ouroboros. There were also time-like patterns on his body.
The Lord worshipped by the Church of Fate, the Ouroboros of Time, had descended with this archbishop as a vessel!
"This is how pitiful the followers of gods are. Even if they are comparable to a Dharmakaya, they can be possessed with just a thought …"
Chung Shen-soo ridiculed in his heart as he looked at Byslen.
Although he was still the same person, he was completely different on the inside.
His temperament had undergone a mysterious change. Vast, boundless, great, fallen … At this moment, his eyes seemed to be filled with a smile. "This is the first time we meet, or rather … the second time we meet! Mister Zhong! "
"Greetings, Almighty Master of Time, Lord of the Fallen, Lord Ouroboros."
Chung Shen-soo bowed slightly.
Byslen returned half a bow. "To you, who is about to enter my realm, we are equal …"
"You seem to have an innate good impression of me …"
Chung Shen-soo asked doubtfully.
Back in Li Wei's world, although the Ouroboros had used him, it had still let him off in the end.
Moreover, in the world of Damo's resurrected witchers, they had worked together, but it was not necessary.
With the control that the Ouroboros had over that world, it could have chosen the best future development path.
Letting Chung Shen-soo go was giving him the opportunity to come into contact with the Original Codex and the mysteries of divinity.
"Yes … Because you have the same aura as my father, an aura from … the Star of Origin."
There seemed to be a hint of a smile on Byslen's face.
"The Star of Origin?"
Chung Shen-soo immediately understood that it was his true home.
"So … the Ouroboros of Time is the descendant of a transmigrator from my hometown? Hence, I had an innate good impression of him, so I helped him along the way … Of course, I was able to get to where I am today mostly because of my own hard work. "
Chung Shen-soo nodded to himself. "Then … the only divinity in me …"
"That was … an accident!"
Byslen said. "I don't know what happened to the Star of Origin, but it allowed you to travel to another world. In the process, you were affected by an accident, and a torn portion of the only divinity coincidentally coexisted with you … It's equivalent to being born with the only divinity. This is a probability that's less than one in a billion …"
"Torn?"
Chung Shen-soo seemed to have heard something incredible. "So … a war?"
"Yes, but at your current level, there's no benefit in coming into contact with it."
Byström smiled.
"Yes, let's consider the practical problem. Regarding my ascension to true god, what attitude do the many gods of the West have?"
Chung Shen-soo asked the most crucial question.
"You're not farsighted enough. To us, the infinite worlds are nothing but playthings. Even the Seven Lights Skies is just one of the ordinary worlds … Our true bodies and wills are not here … We will only descend here occasionally. As for the churches and whatnot, hehe … mortals rely on us, and we don't rely on mortals! "
Byslen said, "The Spirit King and we are the same kind of people. The Lord of Misfortune doesn't care about these things, and only the Gate Master might descend … As for the old gods, after the first round of Yan Han's chaos, we've already eliminated them."
"You have the aura of the Gate Master on you. He might not descend because you occupy this world, but when you become a true god, he might descend and end the entanglement of fate with you …"
"That's not bad." Chung Shen-soo let out a long sigh.
He'd originally thought that when he ascended to true god, he might have to forcefully resist all the gods of the West. Now, it seemed that there was only one enemy.
"When you ascend, I won't help you. After all … the Gate Master is also a member of our organization, or should I say, a 'club' member. He will give you a test. As long as you pass, we can collectively cede this world to you."
Byslen blinked, as if saying that the friendship of half a fellow villager was worth so much.
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