In the land of the seal.
'I might be courting death.'
A thought appeared in Fang Xian's mind.
Even though Nicholas was in a deep sleep and sealed state, the terror of the primordial ruler was far beyond his imagination.
The improved Hopkin Divine Technique only helped him merge with the primordial ruler's body, allowing the two wills to begin to merge.
The forbidden spell created by Hopkin was not meant to devour gods, but to actively merge with them!
To make himself a part of the great existence!
This was the influence he had unknowingly received, and it was also the greatest fool the rulers had made on him!
At this time, Fang Xian had already lost his physical body, and his will had broken into Nicholas's spirit sea.
He felt like an ordinary person had suddenly broken into the pitch-black universe.
Not to mention the vastness of the sun and the planets.
Even if it was just cosmic rays, it could kill him directly.
The so-called 'Spirit Stamp' was not as useful as a spacesuit.
'Is this the power of a level-seven true god? Just the will alone is far beyond level-six … I'm going to die … '
Fang Xian's will only lasted for a very short period of time before it began to blur.
"My adventure … my reincarnation … ends here …"
'But … I don't regret it …'
At the last moment of his consciousness, Fang Xian saw a large expanse of darkness suddenly appear in the depths of his consciousness.
They wriggled and gathered together, forming an indescribably huge figure.
Humans were like dust in front of him.
From the darkness, a shriveled round object stretched out. It should be his head.
This head was a number of corpses and mummies, shriveled and full of death. Its surface was crisscrossed with ravines, each comparable to a ten-thousand-meter trench in the sea.
Just looking at him made Fang Xian's consciousness close to collapse and madness.
But there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
'He's looking over? He's angry? This gaze … is a little familiar … '
Fang Xian remembered that this was the existence he had provoked in the River Styx.
When he was summoned by Roca, he did not have any power, but he carried the immortal poem.
That person was the one who bestowed the power of the immortal poem.
He … had long since targeted him in the River Styx and left a mark in the deepest part of his consciousness!
And now, his prey was about to be snatched away by Nicholas.
The being in the River Styx was enraged.
In the deep darkness of the universe, a large number of tentacles emerged and entangled with the mummy.
This was a part of Nicolaia's will. It had also awakened and was fighting against the enemy.
Fang Xian's consciousness quickly retreated to the edge, constantly escaping like a small boat in the Stormy Waves of the Ocean.
"Finally … I can barely see a glimmer of hope to survive in the cracks …"
His will rapidly corroded the surrounding universe. Although the speed was very slow, it was very firm.
Bringing in the possible variables was his only hope for survival in this situation!
"Persevere … I must persevere … By relying on the clash of these two wills, I can seek survival in the cracks and truly refine this universe, even if it's just 10%!"
This was an extremely long and painful process. The crisis of destruction could come at any time.
Once the two great existences decided the winner and the weak balance was broken, it would be Fang Xian's doomsday.
However, Fang Xian no longer cared about this. He was determined to fight to the death.
This was his only hope of survival!
Moreover, he had a huge advantage.
That was, the time for the stars to return had not arrived. These two ancient rulers were in a sealed state.
In other words, at this time, only a part of their subconscious was fighting.
Although it was enough to destroy the world, it had not reached the deepest moment of despair yet.
"More than a year …"
"I must occupy a certain amount of strength in this fragile balance within more than a year. Only then can I face Nicolaia's real counterattack!"
Fang Xian's consciousness was extremely firm.
This time, he had already bet his soul, his everything!
…
1605 of the Black Iron Calendar.
Phillip City.
"The long river of time doesn't move according to one's will. Finally … it's still this year …"
Vivian raised her head and looked at the falling snowflakes. She sighed and walked into a certain villa.
When she entered the door, her expression was replaced by a smile. "Dad, Mom … I'm back."
"Oh, it's Vivian?"
Uncle Lei sat on the recliner, wearing his reading glasses and putting down the newspaper.
Her mother was busy in the kitchen.
As for Joan?
He had already moved out because he had started a new family. Recently, she heard that his wife was pregnant.
This was something to be thankful for, although Vivian didn't know what to say.
She put down the gift and enjoyed dinner with her parents.
In the end, the plates were cleared away. Uncle Rei poured himself a glass of beer and paired it with dried squid. Chewing slowly, he asked, "You … you have something to tell us, right? Ever since you moved our family here, I know that you have a lot of power in your hands … Let me guess, it comes from the research that you yearn for?"
It had to be said that although Uncle Lei had been hypnotized and lost part of his memory, as a university professor, his observation and thinking skills were very sharp.
"And in Phillip City, we all know that the Lost Church controls everything. You are a big figure in the Lost Church."
Leiber gently voiced out his speculation.
"Yes."
Vivian suddenly felt the shame of being caught cheating on a test as a child. Of course, it only lasted for a moment.
She chose to admit it. "According to the concept of our church, there will be a disaster in the near future. Don't go out anymore. We have built an underground safe house … It is tall, strong, has a good ventilation system, and has enough food and material reserves for thousands of people for more than three years …"
"Fortunately …" Uncle Reiber smiled. "You are not asking us to sacrifice … Although I am indeed very interested in the Lost God. He is a new god, and he only needs flowers and fruits as sacrifices. This is very rare in the rituals of other gods …"
"The Lost God … has been silent for a long time, but I believe that he will return, grant us apocalypse, and protect us through the disaster of the end of the world."
Vivian replied heavily.
She thought of some recent information.
Because the end of the world was coming, those pagans had entered a state of madness.
All kinds of heinous and vicious cases emerged one after another. Even the secret keepers could not suppress them, and had to withdraw their forces to defend several important cities.
Because the Lost Church had taken over Phillip City, they had a strong protection force, so it was not attacked.
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