"A year from now, the Heavenly Dao will fall into deep slumber. By then, the gods will be completely without protection, and those extraterritorial demons will reach out their claws to them once again."
Rahu continued.
Louis raised an eyebrow: "Return of the gods?"
"That's right. When the time comes, it will be considered a settlement, and I will no longer play the role of destruction. It can be considered a swap of roles. You will become the savior and help the gods drive away the extraterritorial demons."
"At the same time, you have to ensure the survival of mankind, because once the extraterritorial demons leave, the gods will definitely take action against mankind." Luo Hou said.
"But you don't have to worry, the Divine Transmitter will be your ally." Luo Hou continued.
"The one who was taught by God?" Louis asked in surprise.
Luo Hou nodded: "Yes, those who accept the inheritance of immortal gods will become your potential allies, but you have to take the initiative to seek alliances."
"So my role now is to save the world?" Louis smiled, but the smile looked weird no matter how you looked at it.
Luo Hou smiled and said, "That's right."
"You think that in this world where I have no ties anymore, what is there for me to continue protecting?"
"It's simple. As a deal, you save the world and Tiandao will help you return to the past."
“It seems that this proposal is very attractive.”
"Then your choice is."
"I refuse."
Louis grinned, "If we can really travel back in time, the grandfather paradox would be too serious, right?"
"If there was no Court of All Living Things, I wouldn't be who I am today. If Zhang Jin and the others hadn't died, I wouldn't want to return to the future."
“Since we can’t go back to the past, let’s understand the present.”
Luo Hou's expression changed, "No! No way!!"
"boom--"
A huge sound resounded throughout the Yin family’s ancestral land.
Louis blew himself up.
Above the sky, a person emitting a golden shadow was watching silently.
"Family, love, friendship, are nothing but passing clouds and a fleeting dream," he murmured.
A figure gradually appeared beside him, it was Louis.
"Did it finally collapse?" A complex look flashed across Tiandao's eyes, and then all the figures dispersed.
There are countless mirrors in the heavenly space, and each mirror represents a different reincarnation of Louis (a gangster in a suit, a monk in a black robe, a madman in scientific research); when Louis says "no", all the mirrors shatter.
Even the way of heaven itself gradually turned into a shadow and then dissipated with the wind.
Only Louis was left standing in the sky in a daze, with a holy white robe on his body.
The young Junrong is visibly aging at this moment.
An old voice murmured from Louis' mouth: "I'm awake from my dream."
"I'm alone again..."
Louis' white robe began to fade and turn yellow from the cuffs, and with every inch it faded, the face of a deceased relative or friend flashed by; when he was completely old, the corners of his robe turned into ashes and floated toward the river.
He slowly closed his eyes, "Joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, all have their time."
"Be careful not to turn around and find nothing."
“Puff——”
A pitch-black spear pierced through Louis' chest, and a red spider lily bloomed from his chest.
Tiandao's expression changed.
“Perhaps you failed in your reincarnation, but that doesn’t mean you will fail in all the thousands of reincarnations.”
"When you are tired, you should go to sleep."
Bai's voice sounded from behind Louis.
Tiandao smiled and said, "If you kill me, you will become the next Tiandao."
"You and I are both puppets. You can never touch the real heaven."
Bai sneered: "Then let's give it a try."
A void gate appeared, and the moment Bai killed Tiandao, the inheritance of Tiandao fell on Bai.
“The tragedies of countless worlds all began with one person.”
"With one thought, all things come to life; with one thought, all things die."
"And what I have to do is to sever the connection between us, so that we can return to nothingness and no one can write our future anymore."
In real life.
A poor coder cursed: "Today's salary is not enough to even afford instant noodles."
The next moment, a void gate suddenly appeared behind him.
"Hello, Creator."
However, something happened that Ling Bai did not expect.
The coder silently put down the keyboard in his hand. He leaned against the backrest with a joking look on his face: "What a pity, I'm just a substitute. The creator you're looking for will never appear in the world you can access."
"Because the dimensions are different, the time is different, and the space is different."
"Why do you think that your ability to get to where you are now is not a gift from the Creator?"
"Don't underestimate any creator. They control a world and can destroy or regenerate it. They are supreme and untouchable...the true gods."
Bai slowly swung the God-killing Gun in his hand.
But he found that all his power had disappeared.
The coder slowly took off the white swirl mask on his white face, revealing Louis' face.
The coder laughed: "Surprised?"
"Shocked?"
"My child."
"child?"
“Each of the protagonists is a child of the Creator, who has carefully woven beautiful dreams for them one after another.”
"You call that a sweet dream? What on earth do you think of human life!!!"
"Yeah, what do you think of human life..." The coder laughed, then he looked straight at Louis and replied: "But you are just a fictional world, what the hell is human life!?"
The next moment, the tip of the God-killing Gun shot out and pierced through the coder's chest.
Louis' voice rang in the ears of the coder, "It seems that the Creator really doesn't regard your life as a human life."
The coder spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled: "Then tell me, is my life a life?"
At this moment, Louis was silent.
He seemed to understand what Heaven meant by "insurmountable".
Even his current thoughts were given by the Creator, so how could he kill the Creator?
Even if I kill him...
How could they really kill the Creator?
In the end it was just the scam of the century.
"Failed?"
A pitch-black lotus emerged from the gate of the void.
A dark light illuminated the whole world.
The voice of the Creator resounded through heaven and earth: "I am willing to give you true freedom."
"The story that follows will be written by you."
--over.
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