[Start locking time...]

It is unclear when it began, or rather, the moment the concept of "when" appeared, the ever-flowing river of time began to slow down.

Until it stops completely.

Time lock successful

[Start sealing the space... Sealing complete]

In this world, whether it's Earth, the Great Wall of Divine Will, a meaningless grain of sand on Mars, or a divine saint in an unnamed place within the Great Wall of Divine Will...

The Republic of China in 1928, the Tang Dynasty, the West of the infinite world, the end of the universe...

Everything came to a standstill.

There was only one exception.

Upstream in the distant past, on a divine tree lying in the river, as wide as the river itself, dozens of saints and tens of thousands of supreme celestial beings were still able to move about.

The power that, once unleashed, was enough to slaughter everything along the river of time, now huddled like ants on the tree that had once imprisoned them, seeking only the most basic ability to move.

They became the loneliest creatures.

At the same time, an unprecedented and immense fear gripped them.

— Ladies and gentlemen, you have all seen this, this is the power of the victor.

a long time.

—Charge!

As long as the winner doesn't emerge, everyone has a chance!

So what if they aren't the victors? They are the most powerful beings since the birth of this world. What haven't they experienced?

Some of them even rose from the dead and returned to sainthood after being buried for hundreds of millions of years.

"If you're not the winner, then kill your way to victory"—this was the belief that every one of them held, and they even had enough confidence to achieve it!

Li Changzhou, who caused all of this, was also trapped in a great blockade in his physical body, but his soul floated up to the "surface of the water".

"Above"—when this concept exists, it cannot be confirmed that above is indeed above—it is pitch black, and "below" is a frozen river, which at this moment resembles a huge, boundless piece of transparent amber.

In amber, a single drop of water contains 5.76 billion air bubbles; each bubble is a world unto itself.

Li Changzhou couldn't see clearly.

Fortunately, he couldn't see clearly, otherwise a single glance would have been enough to grant him endless knowledge, either turning him into a bizarre creature or instinctively choosing death.

Only death can destroy everything, and it can also protect everything.

Car accidents, earthquakes, incurable diseases, man-made disasters and natural calamities—people are destined to die. Do they simply perish, or do they seek the refuge of death to avoid the pain of living?

On the glass river, black mist churned and began to evaporate.

Li Changzhou couldn't see everything inside the amber, but his exceptional talent still allowed him to comprehend one aspect of the 5.76 billion facets of death.

This side ranks fifth out of 5.76 billion sides.

His very essence could not withstand it and began to seek refuge in death.

—Hey~hey~hey~hey~, wake up.

Li Changzhou suddenly woke up!

The billowing black mist stopped evaporating!

He didn't know what had just happened; he only remembered looking at the solid river and, for some reason, thinking about death, and then pondering that thought for a while.

He looked up—or perhaps down, unable to discern up from down, unsure if it was even 'here' or 'there'—above, where there was nothing, as if the darkness was impenetrable, a figure appeared.

She is a little girl.

Her exquisite black hair reached her ankles, and she wore a slight smile—not one of kindness or happiness, but rather a gentle expression.

"Who are you?" Li Changzhou asked.

The little girl walked around him, looking him over repeatedly.

—Your talent is quite impressive; you almost became one with death just now.

"To become one with death? To die?"

—He also became a saint.

"Achieving sainthood?"

Don't overthink it. Saints can escape time and space and occasionally avoid billions of deaths, but once they fall into the first ten aspects of death, there's no going back. These are the only ten ways to kill a saint.

"There are different kinds of death?"

—Enough of the chit-chat. Players 'King of Black Mist' and 'Master', and official player 'Wind of the World', representing ValueGame, are processing your application.

She held out her little hand, revealing two additional items: a pen and paper.

Please fill out the form.

"......surface?"

—Everything outside of the victor has its limits. Even if you obtain the primordial divine body, you can't even see all the colors in the world right now. For example, 'Dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow.' Black and yellow is the color of heaven and earth, which you can't see, so you don't know what color dragon blood is.

—Oh, so the Azure Dragon, the Green Dragon, and the Yinglong are not dragons, just like the Creator God, the God of Light, and the Mighty God are not gods. The only true dragon is the one and only god.

—Those random things are either self-aggrandizement or just for good luck, like having "Qian" in your name, hoping to be beautiful; having "Jun" in your name, hoping to be handsome; having "Hao" in your name, hoping to be able to conquer the world.

—Your grandfather named you 'Changzhou' for good luck. Speaking of good luck, there's a car brand called 'Geely' on Earth. Maybe they named it that for good fortune too? Chang'an, Jaguar, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and so on are the same.

—Which BMW is the real BMW? There is only one BMW, just like a dragon or a god. You can think of it as an adjective. Also, saints... oh, we can't talk about saints, that's forbidden.

"......"

"Seriously, I've never met anyone so eloquent in my entire life."

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