Chapter 92: Going Back Ten Thousand Years

Deng Baoying had no idea what was going on in this damn place.

He walked in vain for nearly an hour, but couldn't see any place that could serve as a temporary shelter.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should just hollow out those huge beast corpses and drill into them, a figure finally appeared from the dark horizon.

It was filled with blazing light, with only a tall outline, emitting endless light and heat.

The sun in the wasteland era was also weak and dim orange. He had never seen such a dazzling shadow like a star or a rolling meteorite. Even every step would leave a brilliant light pattern. It clearly had no facial features or body details, but it made people feel safe for no reason.

It was like a blazing fire and flames that could burn all the darkness, piercing the surrounding mist and trying to avoid it.

Under the shadow of the lamp, his consciousness reached out to touch the dagger in his arms, but the weapon he always carried in his arms also disappeared without a trace. The little vulture, who always lacked a sense of security, frowned, and his muscles suddenly tensed up. His beastly eyes were ferocious, and he watched the figure in the distance getting closer and closer.

Finally, he could even feel the hot air waves sweeping from his body and falling into his eyes.

...What is this thing?

Is it a human? How can a human only have a brilliant outline composed of endless light and heat? How can there be pupils that are more dazzling than the sun?

Those golden eyes, which were still clear and distinct in the light, like molten gold, just stared straight at him.

So much so that the little vulture had to lower his head to avoid the almost dazzling gaze.

But even so, the young boy still frowned and bared his fangs, lowered his body center of gravity, and made a defensive move, ready to attack.

"......"

The light and shadow was very tall, looked down at the platinum-haired boy, exhaled, and pinched his eyebrows.

His voice overlapped and mixed, as if it came from a very far place, and it still had a resonance-like tremor when it fell into the ears.

"Follow me." The light and shadow said this very concisely.

It was like something that was obviously not human rushing up to rob for no reason. The light and shadow was simply confused. Not only did he not intend to go over, he even stretched out the wings behind his spine without hesitation. Even without a blade or dagger to attack, his wings can become sharp and agile under certain conditions and can be used as a weapon.

But it is obvious that the threat posed by the young griffon is not fatal, and it is not even enough for the strange existence on the opposite side to take it seriously.

He just looked up at the sky, looking as if he was quite helpless, and then raised his hand slightly. He

probably just wanted to confirm the time, but in the eyes of Deng Baoying, who was separated from his family for no reason and sent to a strange place, and was highly nervous, raising his hand was a precursor to an attack.

The young and energetic cub did not understand what tactics were, and the boy who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies only knew to seize the initiative.

The sound of wings breaking through the wind rolled in an instant, and the golden vertical pupils reflected the light and chopped straight at him. Deng Baoying used all his strength and speed, and seemed to know that the gap between him and his opponent was too big, and there was no chance of victory -

but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.

As if he knew what he was going to do in advance, Deng Ying just frowned - probably frowned - and stretched out his hand impatiently and casually, and suddenly retracted his strength before the edge of the sharp wing hit the vital position. The little lion vulture, whose attack speed could not be seen clearly, groaned, and the whole person was stuck in the neck in mid-air, and the impact force was greatly reduced.

The wasteland fell into silence again, and the boy's pupils shrank into the shape of pinholes. He struggled unwillingly and terrified, and his trachea was stuck again.

His breathing was blocked by someone in a rough way, and a hoarse sound came out of his throat. The wings behind him lost their strength and became soft again.

"We don't have much time. Now, listen to me carefully."

Seeing that the young lion vulture was panting and struggling and was about to use up all its energy, Guangying frowned slightly and let go of his hand. The little lion vulture fell back to the ground with a thud, and raised its head in anger.

Then, he heard Him calmly and condescendingly make a movement of adjusting his sleeves, and whispered: "I know where to find the god... find Fu Jiao. If you still want to find her, follow me." After

these words fell into his ears, Deng Baoying, who had just been desperate to climb up, suddenly raised his head, and a moment of hope lit up in his eyes.

"You said... do you know where she is?" He stood up hurriedly, "Is she okay? She..."

"Better than you." Guangying said calmly.

Deng Baoying: "..."

But Guangying didn't seem to want to communicate too much with him, so he turned and left. Deng Baoying was very upset, but he had to pat the dirt off his body and climb up, trotting a few steps to catch up with Guangying. The latter took a few steps, suddenly remembered something, and turned back.

The little lion griffon thought that He had something important to tell him, and raised his head blankly, but was grabbed by a pair of slender hands that were shining with hot light and vaguely visible, and the snow-white scarf was touched and pulled in a wicked and light manner.

"Ah," Light and Shadow sighed softly, "What a familiar touch."

Little Griffin: "?"

He took a few steps back suspiciously, put the end of the scarf into his arms as if protecting his treasure, and looked vigilantly at Light and Shadow, who was two or three heads taller than him.

The latter did not say anything, but seemed to smile shyly, then turned his head coldly and continued to walk forward.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but following Light and Shadow, it seemed to be a lot faster.

The journey that just took more than an hour, just walked for a few minutes, and returned to the place where he just woke up.

The highest cliff in this wasteland.

The cliffs are steep, and Light and Shadow led him through countless huge and ugly beast corpses. Deng Baoying saw that the corpses of the beasts had begun to slowly turn into dust, like dry leaves that had lost their nutrients and would dissipate in the wind.

"What are these?" he couldn't help asking.

"They are human souls that should not die and will not completely perish." Guangying walked ahead calmly without looking around.

"These are humans?" Deng Baoying raised his voice in disbelief, "These are monsters?"

"They were before, but not now, and they will be in the future." Guangying said briefly.

The little lion-eagle frowned and felt even more unhappy. He really wanted to question why every word of Guangying was as confusing and unclear as the Riddler. But thinking that he would still have to rely on Him to lead the way, he had to shut his mouth angrily and followed Him all the way up the cliff.

When they walked back to the highest point of the charred land, the wind picked up and seemed to be a little colder than before.

"Why did you bring me back here?" Deng Baoying was silent for a long time, but still couldn't help but lean towards Guangying. The reason was simple, just because His body was extremely warm. "I was here just now... No, I woke up here."

"Because you are stupid," Light and Shadow said succinctly, "You don't even know how you woke up and what to do."

The being with a burning blazing light stood in the wind and looked down at him. The little lion vulture was scolded for no reason, and he was even more confused and unbelievable. Before he could say anything else, he saw the blazing light and shadow raised his arm and stretched it into the void, tearing a huge crack in the air like a door frame.

In the crack, blood-red garbled codes and blue data streams surged, and the cliff shook in an instant. The little lion vulture almost stumbled and fell when he lost his balance, and was supported by Light and Shadow.

It was very strange. It was clearly an outline made of boiling light, but it felt very reliable and steady when touched, and even the palm of the hand felt strong.

"Stand still," He said coldly, "Go in."

"Go in?" Deng Baoying struggled to break free from His hand, took a few steps forward, and looked up in disbelief, looking at the huge crack that was about two or three meters wide. Obviously, everything that is happening now is far beyond the cognition of a teenager, "What is this? Are you also sent by those upper-level people? And... how did you do this? Hallucination? Am I dreaming?"

"... Just think of it as you are dreaming," Guangying said nonsense, sneered, "You won't remember it anyway."

Having said that, He did not allow the little lion griffon to refuse, and lifted him up by the collar of his neck.

The boy's eyes widened in panic, and before he could struggle twice, he was thrown into the crack sprayed with blood-red garbled characters like a chicken.

The crack suddenly closed, and the air returned to tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

*

False God.

Or rather, the false god who has been transformed into a phantom of azure and blood-red data streams, floating above the cosmic sandbox.

He gazed at everything in front of him with a hearty, almost art-appreciating look, with countless blood-red data streams surrounding him.

Darkness.

The lights of the past civilization have all been extinguished, and all that remains in this universe is the endless darkness and deathly silence.

Those bright azure tracks and lines of civilization fire that the Supreme God saw before he descended to the world, those prosperous and powerful light patterns and particles, have all been regressed to scenes ten thousand years ago under the reversal of time. In the wasteland era ten thousand years ago, the entire universe was sunk and floating, and it was still a long time before humans officially opened their eyes.

The time axis of the sandbox went back ten thousand years.

"......"

The false god pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh hoarsely, but the pain of the entire universe going back in time due to the sacrifice was too severe, and even he had to hold his chest and coughed for a while.

The data flow in his chest slowly faded, forming a huge hole that could not be filled.

"...But it doesn't matter," He panted to calm his breath, raised his eyes again, looked at the universe here, which was as vast as the endless void and as small as a miniature sandbox, and muttered to himself, "So...ha, so this is the perspective of the gods. This is the scene that the Supreme God looks down on?"

"It has come to this...Lord God, are you still not going to show up?"

"If you don't show up, the plot of the show you carefully planned will really go back to the pre-liberation era overnight." "

..."

This time, someone finally answered Him in the endless chaos and void.

But it was not the Supreme God. The

one who answered Him was the mechanical voice that suddenly sounded in this high-dimensional space, without any emotional fluctuations, as if it was just a cold announcement.

[The time node has been reset, and we can prepare for the next era. ]