Clatter!
Celestial Venerable Wence was still cooking in the kitchen, and his heart suddenly became solemn.
It seemed that he would not only have to face Celestial Venerable Creation, but also his subordinates, Celestial Venerable You, and the others.
He would also have to face the truth of history!
It seemed that these prehistoric existences were indeed the second problem he would have to face when he returned to the 'distant past'.
According to the trajectory of history, those prehistoric existences not only had to face the terrifying pressure of the Forest of Truth, but they should have also faced a tragic internal struggle.
Tens of thousands of years later, when these young existences officially entered the Forest of Truth as the first batch of the new generation, they would already be in the twilight of the Gods, in their twilight years.
"Logically speaking, if we don't care about them, they will inevitably perish and disappear according to the trajectory of history! There is no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid! "
That was what they had done in the past.
Although they had started a fierce battle with the other party in the Forest of Truth, they had won by a narrow margin.
Because at that time, they had already lost their intelligence and had almost become wild beasts in the Forest of Truth!
In fact, they had even thought that the other party was a primitive native of the Forest of Truth, a special race born in the membrane of the universe. They didn't think too much about it.
After all, the Forest of Truth was too ridiculous. Creatures of laws interacted with each other, so it was normal for strange things to happen.
"However, it is different now."
"Time has been brought forward. In order to compete with each other, we transmigrators have to go outside the membrane of the universe in advance. This means that we have to participate in their struggle and meet them."
It seemed that the other party had played himself to death in his previous life. But what about now?
Not necessarily!
They, the transmigrating butterflies, would change everything!
They would join the ranks of the other party in battle.
In fact, there might even be troublesome situations.
Traitors!
Yes, some Celestial Venerables who had transmigrated would rely on those decaying existences!
For example, would old schemers like Yuan Shou and Imperishable Celestial Venerable think of ways to collude with those prehistoric existences in order to win?
It was very possible!
These two fellows were simply the best fence-sitters in the universe. They were already very familiar with this.
Previously, they had relied on Celestial Venerable Creation. Now, they were relying on him.
Troublesome!
It had to be known that the contract they had signed in the Thought Severing Cosmos was not effective in this universe.
They could still oppose each other.
Unless he recalled the oath laws in this universe and became Celestial Venerable Oath again, he would sign the complementary betrayal contract of this universe.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
If they felt that they couldn't find an opportunity and directly stood on the opposite side, even revealing the structure of their tripartite universe and letting the prehistoric beings of this era know, what would happen?
Unimaginable!
Those decaying existences must have known that they were already dead in history, and that they could actually be reborn!
They also wanted to change their tragic fate!
Empyrean Wence's expression suddenly became solemn. He said, "I desire to change my fate, and so do they. It seems that this era that should have been peaceful will inevitably usher in tragic slaughter."
"In the future, the reason why they easily settled it was because they looked down on the new generation of our universe. They felt that we weren't strong enough and that it would take a long time for us to develop. Therefore, they fought amongst themselves to seize power!"
"But what if a group of Heavenly Venerables appear that are not weaker than them?"
"They might change the history of internal strife and mutual destruction to unite against a foreign enemy. At that time, we might be in danger!"
Sure enough, the universe had its own rules and laws.
Any attempt to change the history of the universe, any attempt to corrupt it, would encounter all sorts of obstacles.
Those fellows who should have died of old age might not be willing to live in peace.
He wanted to change the past and save himself from the tragedy of the past. This was also a huge test.
Rumble.
Heat surged.
She was still flipping the wok and stir-frying vegetables, responsible for the meals of the ordinary guests on the first floor of the restaurant.
Sweat flowed down her back, which was a mortal with low cultivation, and wet her shoulders.
But she enjoyed all of this. As a mortal, she was weak, pitiful, sweaty, trembling, and happy. There was nothing more worthy of nostalgia than these things. After being reborn, she wanted to truly enjoy the joys and sorrows of life.
"Heh! He should have died, but … "
She looked at the restaurant owner who was sitting with his legs crossed and humming a little tune. She sneered in her heart. "Just by looking at him and hearing that he used things from the Forest of Truth to stir-fry vegetables, I knew that he was someone who used incomparably corrupt methods. It made my heart tremble and I felt very uneasy!
"It's hard to imagine. The degree of his corruption is really hard to fathom! If such an existence survives, what changes will happen to the universe?!
"History is just so wonderful. A small variable can cause the universe to move toward a completely different direction."
He thought of Empyrean Creation. They were simply polar opposites.
A hero who would rather die than rot.
The other was a dark hand from the prehistoric era that was even older and more rotten than him.
At the same time, how many rotten prehistoric existences like him were there? What was his position among them? Who was the leader of their rotten Empyrean?
"It's a little troublesome."
She put down the wok and rubbed her temples. Suddenly, a strange thought appeared in her mind.
Why don't I awaken the young Empyrean Creation who might have been born in this era and let him fight against the rot?
Wait.
He soon didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could he have such a thought?
But he had to admit.
That righteous and imposing figure of a hero let out a hot-blooded roar. That broad and reliable shoulder made even an old enemy like him feel boundless trust.
This might be the charm of a person.
"Speaking of which, who is he in this era? The Empyrean that I once knew? "
He thought of a lot of messy things and finally sorted out his plan. In the end, he still followed his original plan, which was to lie dormant next to this decaying existence and take the opportunity to rise up by riding on his east wind!
And what was rotten?
There had to be a characteristic. They were so old that they no longer had the talent to open up. They would definitely look for the younger generation to work for them. They would open up the universe for them, study the structure of the universe, and then steal the results of the younger generation!
Her master, Chen Weizhu, was one of the geniuses that he looked at.
"I just need to show some aptitude and become a genius that he values." She smiled in her heart. "Although I don't have the talent to open up, this universe is my era. I once opened up the most perfect universe system and understand everything about it the best. As long as I show a little bit, I will be a genius."
The idea was simple and practical.
It was to become a genius under his command with her master.
There was nothing happier than working hard to rise up in this restaurant with the white moonlight in her heart and the yearning that she yearned for.
"This person is not bad."
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair and watched the thin and weak little girl cook. "He looks a little wooden. He might be the next trumpet. His IQ is lacking."
Fu Qingjun seemed to have thought of something. "Come over and play some music for me."
"Yes, boss."
The little girl hurriedly washed the grease on her hands and wiped it on her apron. She hurriedly walked over respectfully.
Fu Qingjun threw a suona and patiently said, "When I eat, I like to listen to one or two pieces of music. It has become a habit. Suddenly, there is no sound, so I feel very uncomfortable."
The other party had never seen it before and didn't know how to use it. After all, it was a unique piece of music from Earth.
Fu Qingjun taught for a while and revealed a nostalgic expression. "This is the suona. As the saying goes, of all musical instruments, the suona is the king. It is either ascending to heaven or paying respects to heaven and earth …"
Lie! Lie!
The little girl quickly learned to play it. Her voice was colorful.
"The ordinary life in the cafeteria is starting to repeat itself here."
Fu Qingjun ate as he listened, and a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.
"I've changed a place to eat, but it's still a cafeteria. I've changed from a normal sect leader to a normal tavern owner. I've found the taste of the past. This is the ordinary life I yearn for and the normal life I long for. With people like Qin Hong cooking and a girl playing the suona to liven things up, my days have become free and easy again."
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