I am cleaning the ground with artillery in the extraordinary world.

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On Chen Ping's 13th birthday, Chen Ping traveled through time in public, leaving everyone stunned. Their hands, originally prepared to raise their glasses to clink glasses with Chen Yi, froze in mid-air.

Is this worth celebrating?

This is equivalent to you attending someone else's wedding and suddenly something unexpected happens to the newlyweds.

It's really difficult to handle.

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The atmosphere became extremely awkward for a moment. Chen Yi, who was standing on the stage, was silent for a moment before he sighed: "Forget it, this is the fate of the Chen family. After all, I can't keep him, so I won't keep him."

Also.

Originally, Chen Ping should have traveled through time after he was born, but he sealed the planet's space for thirteen years, which allowed Chen Ping to stay there until he was 13 years old before traveling through time. This was already good enough, after all, he couldn't possibly imprison his grandson in this universe for his entire life and not let him go anywhere.

How big the universe is.

How is it possible to stay on one planet for the whole life?

Anyway, he is already 13 years old and should have a certain ability to survive. In comparison, he is more worried about his younger son, who traveled through time while still in his mother's womb, and he doesn't know which world he traveled to.

The possibility of surviving this is very small.

Chen Miao looked at Chen Yi who was walking off the stage and said with a look of dissatisfaction, "This is the gift you gave to my son. You are just turning him into a living person, right?"

“I didn’t expect that.”

Chen Yi shook his head in embarrassment and said, "Who would have thought that he would travel through time as soon as the restrictions were lifted? But it's a good thing. After all, since he traveled through time as soon as the restrictions were lifted, it means that this experience must happen to him, no matter how early or late it is."

“It’s unavoidable.”

"The only good news is that the brush I prepared for him also went with him."

"That's a great treasure. It's definitely enough to use as a self-defense weapon."

"Hopefully."

Chen Miao looked towards the horizon with a worried look on his face. His son was good in every way except for his mother who was afraid of blood. It was extremely so and it seemed like it was in her genes. She would faint at the sight of even a trace of blood, and no matter how many props she used, it was of no use.

With this method, can you survive after traveling through time?

If you fight with someone and accidentally make his nose bleed, and then you faint on the spot and become a lamb to be slaughtered, isn't that pure nonsense?

that's it.

This birthday party for Chen Ping ended hastily, and life soon returned to normal. Only Mr. Bai was still full of passion and devoted his body and mind to his "Bai Lu" after more than ten years of development.

That continent has changed a lot.

And Bai Lao has also updated the version many times.

There are even many cities that have appeared on the continent. From the beginning when there was only one race, it has now increased to 97 races.

There was a constant chaotic fight between them, and it was obvious that Mr. Bai was having a lot of fun.

It's a bit like playing a real-life strategy game, but Bai Lao is a bit unethical. As a spectator or controller, he does not achieve absolute fairness, but often secretly strengthens some weak races.

For example, it can secretly increase the critical rate of this race, etc.

Mr. Bai’s opinion on this is.

Luck is also part of strength.

It is the luck of these small races to be favored by Mr. Bai.

That makes sense, there's nothing they can do about it.

In this way, time flew by and another three years passed.

"Three years?"

In a certain world.

Chen Ping was wearing a linen robe, holding a brush, standing upright by the river in a trance. He looked down at his reflection in the river with empty eyes and muttered in a trance.

Around him, there were nearly a hundred corpses covered with wounds.

A large amount of blood even formed a pool, and even the water in front of him was stained red.

Scarlet blood was dripping from the tip of his nose.

Chen Ping, who was on the water, had extremely empty eyes. Upon closer inspection, one could see that his eyes had been forcibly dug out. He was a truly blind man.

Three years ago, he traveled to this world.

A troubled time.

A fantasy world in the midst of chaos, where some people can split mountains with their fists, and some can chop seas with their swords.

After traveling through time, he became a military slave, being a punching bag in the army on weekdays and a member of the suicide squad during wartime.

He resisted.

But every time he resisted and beat the opponent until he bled, he would faint on the spot, and he had no way to stop the opponent from ravaging him. After many times, he could only endure it, and secretly learned martial arts, blindfolded himself and studied hard to identify the position by sound.

Until a few months later.

When he was bullied once again, he gouged out his eyes with his fingers in front of his enemies, then walked towards them calmly with a brush in hand. He killed all those who had oppressed him for a long time as easily as killing chickens and dogs.

later
Later he began to escape from the army and began to flee.

Up to now, he has reached the "Body Tempering Realm", a higher realm, and is considered a master. People in the martial arts world have given him a nickname, "Blind Judge".

He became famous for using a brush as a weapon because he was blind.

He thought the nickname was nice.

Even when he heard it often, he couldn't help but feel quite satisfied. He had to say that those who came up with the nicknames were quite good at it. The only regret was that he couldn't see it.

at this time--

A weak girl standing next to him whispered, "Brother Ping, why don't we run away, the farther the better. They are powerful and there are many of them. If we continue to fight them, there will be no good results."

Chen Ping shook his head, his voice mixed with bloodthirstiness and coldness.

"Running away won't solve the problem."

"Only by killing these people to the point of fear can they realize what a blind judge is."

Another three years passed.

Chen Ping, with his eyes still hollow, sat in front of a withered grave in the wild. He sat on the ground with a calm expression and was silent for a long time. Then he took out a jar of monkey wine from his arms, poured it on the ground and said softly.

"If I had listened to you back then, maybe you wouldn't have died."

“They are really bad.”

Another three years passed.

The Blind Judge has become one of the most famous masters in the martial arts world, and he has cut off the heads of all his enemies from the past and piled them in front of the withered grave.

At this time, Chen Ping was no longer young, and he had some stubble at the corners of his mouth. He looked up at the sky from time to time, feeling the glare of the sunlight. Although he could not see it, he could imagine what the sun looked like in his mind.

"I don't know. How are father and the others?"

Another five years passed.

The reputation of the Blind Judge no longer exists in the world.

The blind judge's martial arts skills were so advanced that he completely restored his eyesight. Although he still fainted when bleeding, he found a better solution than gouging out his eyes. That was to simply grind the enemy to ashes without giving them a chance to bleed.

So far
The blind judge was removed from office.

There is one more person, the Judge of Raising Dust.

Another hundred years passed.

Judge Yang Hui has become very powerful and has reached the pinnacle of this world. After breaking through the world's barriers, he wandered in the bank. He wandered like this for several years and finally found traces of life on a planet.

After landing.

He found that the continent of this planet was full of tropical jungles. As soon as he landed, a group of people in various clothes surrounded him and chattered about something. He couldn't understand what their language was, and some of it was incomprehensible.

But soon, a man came over with a portrait and pressed the button in his hand with an excited look on his face.

Then, almost in the next second.

The space above his head was torn apart, and a middle-aged man followed by a group of people walked out of the space crack. They were Chen Yi, Chen Miao and others.

"Father."

Chen Ping stood there in a daze, his lips trembling as he murmured in disbelief.

Every time I think about how young my father still is after not seeing him for so long.

"Eh?"

Chen Miao looked at the burly middle-aged man in front of him, whose body was covered with scars and whose blood and energy were tens of thousands times more abundant than his. He asked in confusion, "What's going on? Didn't you only travel through time for three months? Why do you look older than me?"

If Chen Ping's appearance had not changed much, he would have doubted whether this person was his son.

This kid.
Looks older than him.

"Three months?"

Chen Ping choked up and said, "Father, I have been in that world for hundreds of years."

"so long?"

Chen Miao said thoughtfully: "It seems that the speed of time should be different. This is also normal. It is normal for the speed of time to be different in different universes. Your grandfather has distributed your portrait to most planets with signs of life in various universes."

"This is the only way to find your trace as soon as possible."

"It seems like we are here too early. If we had come a few months later, you would have dominated your universe."

"OK OK."

Then Chen Miao looked at Chen Ping's tearful eyes helplessly: "Don't cry first, I understand your feelings, it's mainly because our emotions are not equal. In my eyes, we just haven't seen each other for three months."

"It's really hard to have the kind of emotion that a father and son feel when they meet and cry for joy after not seeing each other for many days."

"It's only three months. Sending him to any boarding school would take much longer than this world."

"Stop talking for now. Let's go back and I'll take you to wash up. You look so sloppy."

"Hasn't anyone ever called you slovenly?"

"No."

"What?"

"They don't dare."

"Okay, you are awesome now."

Chen Ping returned to the Chen Mansion and after washing up, he was surrounded by his family and told them the story of his time travel.

When he heard that Chen Ping dug out his own eyes to avoid fainting from blood, Mr. Meow couldn't help but stroke Chen Ping's head with eyes full of heartache.

Chen Ping was only 13 years old when he traveled through time.

It takes a lot of courage to do such a cruel thing at such a young age.

"sharp."

Even Chen Yi sincerely admired him and said, "As expected of my grandson, Chen Yi. To accomplish great things, one must first be ruthless to oneself. If an ordinary person were put in that situation, would he dare to do such a thing?" (End of this chapter)