Cheng Shi was dumbfounded.
What did you say?
An Shenxuan's death allowed Le Zishen to obtain a wisp of [Primordial] power, and He then used this [Primordial] power to set a trap, all to lure me in!?
No wonder He said that when the cataclysmic tide came, He was able to steal a wisp of the power of the Primordial One from the Primordial One. It turns out that the so-called cataclysmic tide was fake, but stealing the power of the Primordial One was real!
Am I being used as bait?
The desperate resistance ultimately only served to facilitate the schemes and plots of the God of Joy!
Cheng Shi remained silent for a long time, then burst into maniacal laughter.
Okay, okay, I'm the bait, I'm the adhesive, I'm the fucking predetermined thing, except myself!
How wonderful! Look, why is that clown's nose so red on stage!
Seeing the smaller skull's discomfiture, the giant skull mocked itself and hummed again:
"This is just my guess."
Wanting to rebel against the [Primordial], relying solely on the power of the world, there is no hope.
The only thing one can do is to seize His power, but exchanging one for one is not worthwhile, and there's even the risk of being discovered by the Primordial One...
I, too, do not know His schemes; I can only speculate.
But you, perhaps, truly are the key to the world.
I don't want to be some kind of key to the world.
Although everything was just the boss's guess, Cheng Shi felt that this guess was not impossible. Don't forget, the world was reset once, which means that the power of the Origin God must have been damaged.
Anyone can do something like trade-in, let alone someone as shrewd as Lezishen.
Every believer has their own patron saint, and Cheng Shi knows all too well what kind of god Lezi is.
This is almost like looking in a mirror.
However, all these speculations are based on one premise: that He cannot be an Outer God!
After experiencing despair, Cheng Shi has developed PTSD.
"So, this suffocating and despairing false era ending is actually a simulation of the apocalypse created by the God of Joy using the power of the Primordial to activate the stolen power of fate, allowing Him to imagine the future?"
But the problem is, the changes in fate have clearly already...
Cheng Shi thought of the flame of hope, but upon closer reflection, he realized that the flame of hope was merely an unacceptable change that fate had relinquished, and fate itself still retained the power to change.
"That's right, that's exactly it."
The script, in all its forms, is a fabrication, a deception, a pen stroke.
You must not be influenced by it, nor confuse the will of the gods.
"Birth" may refer to the act of giving birth, or speaking out, but "silence" will never be used to express doubt.
"Hmm?" Cheng Shi's spirits lifted, and he looked up, saying, "[Silence] is also a faction of fear, isn't it, sir!?"
"The Fear Group..."
That's truly an apt description.
Yes, He is there too, in fear.
Perhaps His fear is different from mine, but His silence, from beginning to end, has always been accompanied by deception.
He will neither question, deceive, nor blaspheme, break the silence of His own will.
Oh.
It turns out that the gods' twisted will and deformed postures were all the most vicious slanders made by the god of pleasure against his allies.
This isn't fraud, isn't this Zhen Yi?
Hearing this, Cheng Shi finally felt relieved.
Even though he didn't know how Lezi God rebelled against [Origin], at least he was certain of one thing: the Fear Faction was still around!
That was enough; enough for him to catch his breath in the gaps of despair.
So much bad news had come that he had forgotten how to enjoy good news. He just wanted to gather information from the gods of fear as soon as possible, figure out the god of fun's plan, and stop feeling as powerless as he had during the trial.
However, [Death] can only offer some comments on that false ending of the past; as for what [Fraud] wants to do... no one can guess.
“I know you are in a hurry. Next, I will also go to see the gods to seek some confirmation.”
But, before this, the whereabouts of my believers...
Cheng Shi paused, then said in a slightly heavy tone, "He is no longer in this world."
"boom--"
The raging flames that consumed the world almost instantly burned away the entire void. The enormous skull stared straight at Cheng Shi and asked, word by word, "Where did he go?"
"In order to save one clown, he went backstage at another clown's stage."
But don't worry, sir, he will come back.
You must trust that your believers will not easily return to the throne of another [death].
You must also believe that the clown in front of you can bring miracles to this world.
I will go pick it up myself.
I'll win it myself.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side...
The clowns eventually dispersed, and Li Jingming, who said he would search for everyone's memories, once again set foot in the [Memory] Museum.
He came to find his benefactor.
Regardless of whether [Memory] possesses the memory Cheng Shi mentioned, Li Jingming is confident that he can learn something from his benefactor.
He understood his benefactor. If the other party was unaware, his offering would be enough to ignite the other party's thirst for knowledge and allow a deity who controls memories to join in the excavation of these memories. If the other party knew, then what he knew could become "talking points," allowing him to learn more details from his benefactor.
The Dragon King's plan was quite good, but unfortunately he overlooked one crucial point.
[Memory] is gone.
The entire [Memory] Museum was extremely quiet. The collections that were blurry in the past had become strangely clear today. Li Jingming stood in front of a wall and glanced at it, instantly memorizing the wonderful stories of the Continent of Hope from a certain period of more than a hundred years ago.
These memories weren't something he "saw," but rather they came rushing at him!
The azure light was like a raging tide of memories, engulfing Li Jingming and drowning him in the turbulent currents of recollection. Every breath he took was no longer air, but pure memories.
Memories that didn't belong to him flooded his mind, threatening his own perception in no time.
Li Jingming realized that if things continued like this, he would no longer be himself. He had to struggle, but how could he rise from this sea of memories...?
It's quite simple. As he fell, he saw a glimmer of light, which was like the only guide in the darkness of the seabed, drawing him to swim towards the light.
Li Jingming endured the discomfort of the memories flooding his mind and struggled desperately forward. The memories of Yunye Temple were gradually shrinking in the flood of memories, and his master's figure was also gradually blurring among tens of thousands of memories. Li Jingming could not accept all of this. Although he liked to record things, he never did it by erasing the past.
All his memories had meaning, but now, the real "memory" is gradually eroding that meaning.
Fortunately, the struggle was worthwhile. Before his self-awareness was completely eroded, he finally grasped that glimmer of light, and then he passed out.
In the last second before his consciousness faded, he felt all his senses return, and he found himself holding something sparkling and radiant.
What's this?
...
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