When Fang Xiu arrived, he was surprised to find that there was another person on the ground.
The man was tall and well-built, dressed in a well-tailored gentleman's suit with a very retro style, as if it were a product of the last century. He wore a gentleman's hat and gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very refined.
Most importantly, this person looks exactly like Fang Xiu.
He calmly gazed at Fang Xiu in mid-air, a faint look of appreciation in his eyes, as if admiring his own masterpiece.
Suddenly, a holy light flashed across Fang Xiu's body, transforming him into human form and restoring his original appearance as he slowly descended to the ground.
Of course, maintaining human form was merely a habit of his; at this moment, his true form had already become the son of an angel.
“Zhou Qingfeng, you’ve finally shown yourself,” Fang Xiu said calmly.
The two looked at each other silently, their faces identical except for their clothing. One wore the black uniform of the captain, while the other wore a suit from the last century.
His expression was equally calm, but with subtle differences.
Fang Xiu's calmness was like still water, with undercurrents surging beneath. Zhou Qingfeng's calmness, on the other hand, was the calm of having everything under control and the calm of confidence.
The leading figures of two eras have finally met at this moment.
"Fang Xiu, you've really come this far. It seems my plan has succeeded," Zhou Qingfeng said slowly.
"You're still playing tricks even now. Wasn't your true self seen in the grave in the cemetery?"
Zhou Qingfeng nodded, not denying it: "That was indeed how I used to look, but now... you are me."
"What a boring trick. All the arrangements you've made are just to make me think I'm you. But our philosophies are fundamentally different. You're just a loser who's been scared out of his wits by a demon god. What right do you have to be me?"
Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly, showing no anger whatsoever: "The God of Deception? You wouldn't understand. In the face of truly powerful beings, even the God of Deception is nothing but an ant."
"A truly powerful being?" Fang Xiu frowned slightly.
"For example, the being who granted you the ability to rewind after death."
Fang Xiu's eyes turned cold: "So you really do know about death rewind."
"I not only know, but I know every single one of your rollbacks. So far, you have rolled back 606 times. Don't be surprised, because I am you."
When Zhou Qingfeng uttered this exact number, Fang Xiu's brows furrowed even deeper, because what he said was true.
Who is that being?
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head: "I cannot say His name. You only need to know that everything is predestined. I have already seen the ending in the river of fate. The fate of this world has long been determined, which is to be swallowed by the other shore. No one can change this."
You don't really think it was the Ghost God who scared me to death? The Ghost God may be powerful, but he's not enough to frighten me. The reason I changed my mind is because I saw destiny.
Fate cannot be changed; everything was predetermined.
Fang Xiu remained unmoved by Zhou Qingfeng's theory of fate.
"Don't believe me?" Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly: "In the last era, I was defeated by the God of Deception, and destiny also left me. But I did not die completely. On the contrary, the departure of destiny made me awaken my true ability, destiny! And I successfully broke through to the seventh level."
Destiny is actually a part of fate. I have controlled destiny for many years and have gained some understanding of the way of fate. So I finally awakened the power of fate. It was this power that made me fully realize reality. I used to hate the supernatural just like you and wanted to save the world, but the destruction of the world was destined.
Can you imagine that feeling of despair? No matter what methods or means you use, even if you risk your life, you can't stop it in the slightest.
Therefore, I chose the path of making everyone bizarre in order to save the world.
Actually, our starting points are the same; we just use different methods.
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiu's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Don't confuse me with you. Saving the world is what you want to do, while I simply want to torture and kill the monsters."
Even now, you still try to make me doubt myself. Although I don't know your methods, I can roughly guess your purpose.
All these schemes are nothing more than trying to make me mistakenly believe I am you, so that once I successfully become the Child of Angels, you can come and reap the rewards, using the power of the Child of Angels to corrupt the entire world and perpetuate the monster's influence.
Zhou Qingfeng said with a half-smile, "Yes, but not entirely. You think all I want is the son of an angel?"
"Wrong! Angel Child, Destiny, Death Rewind, Deception... I want it all!"
Fang Xiu's sinister smile widened, and a dark current began to surge in his deep, dark eyes. At this moment, he had a long-lost interest, an interest other than revenge.
"Then let's give it a try."
boom!
Fang Xiu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Zhou Qingfeng.
Meanwhile, streaks of light appeared on Zhou Qingfeng's body. These streaks were dense and interwoven into a net, making him look as if he had been slashed a hundred thousand times in an instant.
The next second, Zhou Qingfeng's body vanished like a dream.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly: "Projection?"
"That's right, you are my true form, and I am merely a projection."
Zhou Qingfeng's voice suddenly rang out in Fang Xiu's mind.
Fang Xiu immediately lost interest, his strength vanished, and he turned to leave.
"How boring."
He didn't believe a word Zhou Qingfeng said. What did it matter to him that he was you and you were me?
As for the voice of the soul?
Heh, his mind is filled with all sorts of strange and divine ramblings every moment, and now with the mad praise of hundreds of millions of believers, the addition of Zhou Qingfeng's voice is no big deal.
But just then, Zhou Qingfeng's voice rang out again.
"Fang Xiu, do you really think you don't care about anything?"
Fang Xiu continued walking, ignoring Zhou Qingfeng, but Zhou Qingfeng's next words made him stop in his tracks.
“I know that the only thing keeping you alive is hatred, and that's all you care about in your heart. But what if that hatred is fake?”
Thump!
Fang Xiu suddenly stopped in his tracks.
(Another day in the countryside. Damn floods! I've been working overtime for over a week straight!)
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