"This place is now a ruin." Zhou Ping calmly gazed at the ruined divine kingdom, marked by sword energy and sword intent.
He stepped into the ruins.
All that can be seen are ruins and broken walls; the former glory is now a thing of the past.
019 clicked his tongue in amazement, "It seems Nyx won this battle of gods?"
"Hmm," Zhou Ping said, as if sensing something, looking towards an open space not far away.
There was a sharp sword stuck there, its blade surrounded by a dim sword aura, and the laws of swords swirled around it in the mist.
Forbidden item—Dragon Elephant Sword.
Its mission was accomplished, but the person who borrowed it failed to return it to them.
Zhou Ping's expression darkened slightly.
As he approached the Dragon Elephant Sword, his dark pupils narrowed. He bent down and picked up a dark crystal next to the sword. The crystal was the color of night, covered with countless star-like points of light that twinkled within it.
The crystal was protected beneath the Dragon Elephant Sword, and apart from a noticeable scratch, it was undamaged.
Upon seeing its master arrive, the Dragon Elephant Sword hummed in response.
019 circled the dark crystal, its black beady eyes revealing a complex expression. Its black, lined arm poked the crystal, "This is Nyx."
"?" Zhou Ping asked, somewhat surprised. "Really?"
“Nyx has already taken this divine kingdom to hell in this war of the gods; she truly succeeded,” 019 sighed, then said, “She has fallen.”
Zhou Ping frowned slightly, thinking of Shang Yan's special circumstances. After carefully placing the dark crystal, he asked 019, "Is there any way to save her?"
“Rescuing a creator god-level deity is no easy feat, but her divine essence has been protected by the Dragon Elephant Sword, so there is still some hope.” 019 jumped onto Zhou Ping’s shoulder.
"Let's hand her over to Lin Qiye. Even if Lin Qiye can't do it now, he will find a way in the future."
Zhou Ping reached out and poked the little white ball on his shoulder. "Are you that sure?"
“But, Seven Nights is—” 019 stopped mid-sentence.
It circled around awkwardly for a moment, then abruptly changed the subject, "Seven Nights is Nyx's son, he'll definitely find a way to revive Nyx."
Zhou Ping gave it a deep look, then looked away.
"Judging from the current situation, most of the Olympian gods have perished. Even if some gods are still alive, they are merely clinging to life." He then left the place carrying the black coffin.
As he was leaving, he turned and glanced at Olympus, which had been reduced to ruins.
019's words were sharp: "They deserved it. Who told them to sacrifice the child of the creator god? Since they did such a thing, they have to bear the consequences of being retaliated against by a mother who lost her child."
"Okay, next place, to Northern Europe." Zhou Ping hung the Dragon Elephant Sword on his waist and stepped into the mist.
The Dragon Elephant Sword hummed, seemingly puzzled as to why its master didn't put it in its scabbard.
Moreover, when we met Zhou Ping this time, what Zhou Ping was carrying on his back was not a sword box, but a black coffin.
The dragon-elephant sword hanging on the left hummed, and the white bone sword on the right also hummed.
A spirit emerged from the sword, and the two swords began to communicate.
Dragon Elephant Sword: What are you doing here? Where is your master?
White Bone Sword: It's lying in the coffin.
Dragon Elephant Sword: ...I didn't wake up when I was borrowed, so I'm dead now?
Wouldn't Zhou Ping be carrying a dead person around like that?
The white bone sword trembled slightly, seemingly quite angry: What are you saying! She's just asleep! Can't you speak properly?!
Dragon Elephant Sword: Then... when will you wake up?
White Bone Sword: It won't wake up for now.
Dragon Elephant Sword: ...Is it really not that he will never wake up?
White Bone Sword: How dare you speak like that? If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all.
How can you say that about its owner? Its owner still looks alive, how could it possibly never wake up again?
The white bone sword turned around, cursing, and ignored the dragon-elephant sword.
Zhou Ping looked at the two swords hanging at his waist with some doubt. "Are you communicating?"
The Dragon Elephant Sword responded with a resounding hum.
Seeing that the white bone sword was ignoring him, the Dragon Elephant Sword slowly turned around and stopped talking.
019 had already brought up the map on the system panel. After roughly checking the location, he began to give Zhou Ping directions.
"Fly westward, it's farther from here, and it will probably take a lot of time to go back and forth." They kept encountering beast tides as they traveled through the fog, and more than half a year had passed without them realizing it.
This New Year, Zhou Ping and Shang Yan are destined to spend it in a fog.
While traveling, 019 couldn't help but say, "Actually, besides these Norse gods, Greek Olympus, Egyptian Sun City, Japanese Takamagahara... there are other gods as well."
"The fishing village from last time?" Zhou Ping paused for a moment, then spoke calmly, "Won't telling me this have any repercussions?"
019 was stunned for a moment, then after a soft "uh," she asked uncertainly, "You guessed it all?"
"Hmm, when we were talking about Qi Ye just now, you clearly swallowed what you originally wanted to say and said something else instead," Zhou Ping said, reaching out to pinch the little white ball flying in front of him.
He stated firmly, "There are some things you can't say."
019: ...It's good to be smart; being this smart saves a lot of trouble.
Although I arrived at the fishing village a bit late, after hearing Wang Mian and the others' descriptions, I took some time to go there again. The lingering atmosphere there was different from anything I had encountered before.
“It’s a deity of the Khrushchev order,” 019 replied. “Luckily, Shang Yan arrived in time and managed to break the deadlock.”
Zhou Ping nodded slowly, gazing at the misty world, somewhat lost in thought.
"I'll go to Northern Europe to find Loki."
019 was stunned, "Huh?"
This was the first time Zhou Ping had ever searched for a deity with such a clear goal.
After silently lighting a candle for Loki, the god of mischief, 019 suddenly exclaimed "Wow!" as if he had just thought of something.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ping asked, frowning slightly.
019 spoke hesitantly, "This... I don't think I've told you this before."
"Shang Yan probably didn't tell you either, did he?"
019 It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The question made Zhou Ping's face even more gloomy. "What else is he hiding from me?"
019: ...
019 chose the recall method.
Do you remember Shang Yan talking about farming?
Zhou Ping:?
The turn of events was too big for Zhou Ping to process.
"Shang Yan gave one portion of the seeds to Wang Mian, and then gave another portion to someone else, saying that this way he could receive double the land."
Zhou Ping:......
That was a long time ago.
"Who did you give it to?"
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