She hadn't even seen the specific content of the fate line before she was directly attacked back.
"No... The throne cannot be peeped into... Even if it is peeped into myself..."
Xu Xianxian spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, with a large amount of blood-red roses steaming out of it.
The divine fire burning in the fragment of divinity was extinguished in an instant, and the backlash of spying on the fate of the throne followed, but this was not the most serious consequence.
The most terrifying thing was that in Xu Xianxian's only remaining left eye, the blood-red rose was getting bigger and bigger, and in the light reflected by this rose, the face of a statue was becoming clearer and clearer.
This was the statue Xu Xianxian had seen in the bloody temple, but she didn't see the statue's face at that time. But now, in her memory and mind, it became extremely clear and visible from blurry.
"Oh no! This is the Bloody Witch's statue. She's awakened! And she's coming back from my memory!"
Xu Xianxian suppressed her consciousness and understood what she was experiencing. The burning bloody divinity awakened the sleeping ancient gods, so she tried to seal and delete this memory.
But the result was a further backlash.
The memory of the statue in her eyes turned into abstract, illogical, inexplicable chaotic rules, and then this indescribable rule materialized into a specific, indescribable great figure.
She looked like a girl in a blood-red long dress with two horns on her head. She suddenly opened her eyes, looked towards Xu Xianxian's position, and smiled slightly.
"The deity that rules the past, Alti..."
The true name of a god inexplicably emerged in Xu Xianxian's mind, which made her murmur in a low voice.
turn out to be......
The rules represented by the Bloody Witch are not just blood, but the 'past'. She is an infinite rule maker who controls one-third of time.
No wonder every bloody relic hides a door to the past...
Snap——
As the bloody girl woke up, a loud noise was heard from the depths of the entire nightmare world, and then the space withered and disappeared like shattered crystal. Whether it was the wandering nightmares or the normal creatures that survived the nightmare, they all disappeared with the shattered space and time, without even a scream.
The entire world of ruins was like a complete painting, completely solidified, and then completely torn into pieces in the next moment.
In other words, this was originally a nightmare, and the owner of the nightmare woke up completely at this time.
And the whole nightmare ended.
How ridiculous and sad!
This world of ruins that has lasted for who knows how many years is nothing more than a dream of the gods.
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