Arad's unruly savior

After a short period of silence, the worry gradually eased. Suddenly, he realized that everyone was looking at him with squinting eyes. He quickly turned around, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly:

"I'm actually worried about the basic order of the universe. You know, order? They're having fun fighting, but if it affects the basic order of the universe, I'll have to clean up the mess. I'm not their mother."

"Haha~"

The lady in the black dress rolled her eyes at her insincere bestie, then added fuel to the fire and jokingly said, "Besides, there's no point in worrying. She's already lying in the bed of the God of Mist."

  Mimi couldn't help but raise her pretty eyebrows, spread out the Book of Order, a holy feather pen appeared on her fingertips, and she quickly wrote:

"Because of the fierce battle with the Great Will, Ye Lin was seriously injured and was forced to sleep for a period of time. During this period, he had no thoughts and was in the sage mode of emptiness. The duration was..."

  hum!

The elemental goddess Pushia suddenly raised her hand and revealed the ancient divine light. Then she pointed at the void, and the ancient divine light turned into a torrent of knowledge of wisdom and power. Countless pieces of illusory information sank and floated, evolving into a chapter written in the three thousand oldest characters, containing a very mysterious knowledge.

"Ye Lin gave it to me. Let me pass it on to you."

The sudden appearance of knowledge attracted their attention. They stopped writing their essays and cast curious glances, reading the ancient texts with interest to see what they were about.

Then their expressions were all shocked, their beautiful eyes slowly widened, and after reading, they slowly turned into gentleness like water.

The goddess of elements Pushia had the aura of a queen, easily suppressing the other two goddesses who were teasing each other. Her beautiful face could not hide her smile, and she said, "After forcibly upgrading his status, he gained new knowledge. Now he has sent me his breakthrough to the status of creator and his conjecture about the 'end'. I hope we can use it as a reference."

"He said if you feel there is an opportunity, you must not miss it."

The method to reach the creator...create a well-ordered macrocosm or save the existing macrocosm, and in the process gain the submission of the Primordial Sea, the Bright Sky, and certain forces.

The previous one is no longer possible, and Carlosso is the first light.

The latter method is actually closer to reshaping the universe.

The text of knowledge also gives Ye Lin’s speculation about the "end", which was inspired by a sentence... "Destruction is creation, destruction is rebirth."

The birth of the end is not in order, beyond wisdom, filled with absolute destructive intent, and wants to destroy everything that exists.

Then, to speculate in an almost twisted way, "The End" is the creator of the end universe. The new world after destruction is created by Him, so He has another creator status.

The goddess of elements Pushia concluded, "The 'End' exists like a cancer cell in the mortal world. Normal rules cannot limit His madness at all."

“In our field, possibility means absolute. Perhaps He was born for this reason.” The lady in the black dress said calmly.

"Ye Lin also said..."

He squinted his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth slightly, saying, "Okay, okay, you closed the loop, you're amazing," and continued to listen to Pushya's retelling.

"If one of us can get that glimmer of an almost illusory yet real opportunity first, he will immediately separate the origins of time, space, chaos, and darkness and give it to that person. It doesn't matter which of us can reach that level."

Maintaining the order of concepts such as life, death, and elements is actually a way to slowly save the universe.

"Where is Wuxuan?" The lady in black dress asked casually, but then mentioned it intentionally.

"He said Wuxuan is a sub-line of the power of life, and life is the best choice."

He sneered with narrowed eyes, "Haha, it's obvious that Wuxuan is the one who holds his back. Without Wuxuan, he would have been squeezed to death by Naiyali the next day."

He habitually made a sarcastic comment, squinted his eyes and pretended to unintentionally add the suffix "one hour" to the end of the essay.

"He also said..."

"Can't you just say it all in one breath!" he complained with narrowed eyes.

"..., and said that the Ancient Terran War was intentionally caused by the Great Will, and asked us if we knew anything."

The noblewoman in the black dress frowned, shook her head slightly, and sighed, "If we knew it was intentional, Nimer wouldn't have shattered his power and hasn't recovered yet, and Remi and Memet wouldn't have been so anxious to cultivate variables."

With narrowed eyes, he raised his hand and stroked his beautiful golden hair. "He hid it from the gods. I hope it's not a bad thing." "Ye Lin improved his status in one go and gained so much knowledge. Hmm... why not let him do it again? Maybe he will gain new knowledge."

  "You really want to be a widow." Kunile took out a vanilla ice cream and licked it.

Squinting eyes were unmoved, and instead said, "I heard that rabbits are in heat all year round."

…………

  Spirit world

Grayson, the protector of the earth, felt his heart sink into the abyss. His face turned ashen, his pale hair and beard trembled, his body seemed to have lost its soul, and his empty eyes looked like a puppet.

The dark world of recollection gradually began to light up, revealing the wind and rain of the misty plateau. The brilliant star words in the Star Turtle Library were like paints blown away by the wind, slowly disappearing into the air.

The stars carrying knowledge and memories dimmed and disappeared one by one. All the light spots on the Holy Relic Star Record lost their color and became as gray as an ordinary slate picked up from a quarry.

The attempt to replace the World of Recollection with the Star Turtle Library was declared a failure as the memory space was ruptured.

"Failed... failed?" Scriben, the protector of the Underworld, appeared on the Misty Plateau, his voice trembling with a hint of despair.

Scriben is a member of the Fire Tribe with a dark complexion. He is a middle-aged man of average build, with short white hair. He does not look outstanding in appearance, and is just an ordinary traveler.

He is also Shu Mo's master and has taught Shu Mo magic knowledge for several years.

As an additional preparation, except for Camelin who was unable to leave Chongquan, all the earth guardians and some powerful recorders hid in the Misty Plateau.

"There is still a chance." Hermit Ergon's mood also sank, and he said quickly: "Find Cradis, retrieve the complete star cluster record, and there is still a chance to awaken the God of Mist who is about to become ignorant."

"Muwu~"

The beautiful blue and white beast, the demon Mumu with fins and tail like colorful clothes, emerged from the mist, shaking its head, as if it also sensed some danger, and kept shouting "Muwu~Muwu..."

"Yao Mumu, swallow me again." Ergon's old injury had not healed yet and he felt very tired, but he had to cheer himself up and try to enter the world of recollection again.

"Muwu..."

Yao Mumu swallowed Ergon in one gulp, then quickly spat it out after a few seconds, leaving him covered in sticky saliva.

Ergon's face became much more solemn. He failed to enter the realm of recollection, which meant that the memory space had completely collapsed. The passage in Yao Mumu's stomach also disappeared, and it no longer had the ability of a "door".

"Mal!"

Ergon stared at the shining Seal of Heaven and shouted quickly, but the latter did not move and just floated quietly.

Everyone's heart felt extremely heavy, the cloudless night was coming.

The civilization of the divine world began to countdown to destruction.

  Boom boom~~

The fog on the Misty Plateau suddenly rolled up and turned into a magnificent tornado hurricane. The sound of thunder continued, connecting the sky above and the earth below, and a terrifying aura descended from the top.

People were extremely shocked, and the three major regions of the divine world were shaken.

At the top of the foggy hurricane, there was a woman wearing a pearly white slanted long skirt, half revealing her plump, snow-white legs. She was graceful and beautiful. At this moment, she stood at the highest point of the storm, looking down at the divine world coldly, her deep, ice-blue eyes without any emotion.

Then, as breathtakingly beautiful as a fairy descending from heaven, she walked towards the depths of the foggy plateau and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Grayson, Scribben, and other recorders, all of whom saw her true appearance, had a question in their mind... "Who is she?"

"It's the God of Mist." The hermit Ergon identified the other party's identity based on his life breath.

(End of this chapter)