Above the gray fog

The air was filled with silence, and all the gods were silent, as if waiting for something.

Most gods can see that this is an investment that is almost impossible to pay off.

They all know what kind of place the stormy sea is.

A place that requires a master on the throne to personally garrison must be an extremely dangerous place.

Moreover, comparing the two circles just drawn by Guang Anxian, the area of ​​the Storm Sea is extremely vast. If the eleven worlds radiate a range of 100 billion light-years, the Storm Sea has an area of ​​at least 20 billion light-years.

In such a large area, gods like them can't even splash out when they enter.

Moreover, the Storm Sea is outside the jurisdiction of the big world, and there are definitely no regular passages. Even traveling is a problem. The fastest starship to date can travel millions of light-years per day, without counting jumps. Within the scope of 20 billion light-years in diameter, the year needs to be counted in years if we go a little further.

The most important thing is that except for a handful of gods present who are wealthy enough to afford the top starships of the ninth-level civilization, most of the gods use ordinary starships of the eighth-level civilization as a substitute.

If you go, the probability of coming back is very small.

"Can you give us time to think about it?" Someone in the crowd said again.

Hearing this, other gods agreed.

"This banquet will last for three days. After three days, you will give me the answer." Hearing the voice below, Grandma Taizu seemed a little unhappy.

"You guys eat, eat and drink well." After Grandma Taizu said this, she disappeared from the chair.

"Grandma is not happy." Guang Anxian said intentionally or unintentionally.

This sentence sent shivers down the spines of the gods below.

"It seems that the crisis in the Storm Sea is really great... Grandma Taizu is still very kind when she is normal. She rarely uses her power to overwhelm others." Ran Yue was also a little worried, "What happened to Gray Mist in the past ten thousand years , almost catching up with the total number of hundreds of millions of years ago.”

"Well..." Lin Shan didn't say much. He was afraid that his opinions would conflict with the family. When the situation is weak, silence is the best choice. Talking too much will lead to loss.

Opposite Lin Shan, the young man who had been staring at Lin Shan suddenly said:

"The number of gods under Yuanting's rule is less than ten thousand, which is fine under normal circumstances. If the gray fog problem occurs frequently, the number of gods in Yuanting will definitely not be able to plug the hole. And these gods outside the lineage also have a long lifespan and enjoy Respected by all spirits, compared to those in the lineage, they live too comfortably. As we all know, the life span of the gods under the rule of Yuanting is the shortest, because Yuanting wants to protect the gray mist. Since it wants to protect, it must face Enemies, just the Jieqi mission has consumed a lot of Yuanting's energy, these are responsibilities that gods outside the lineage do not need to bear. "

"I think that even forcing these gods is not a violation of Shintoism. This is what they should bear."

"Lin Shan, what do you think? After all, you are also on the spectrum and should have a say."

He deliberately brought the topic to Lin Shan.

Lin Shan put his hands on the table and his eyes fell on the god opposite him.

This is a male god, with a graceful and solemn posture, and a presence that cannot be ignored. He is taller than an ordinary person, and his skin is like white jade.

His face was resolute and his eyes were as deep as the stars in the night sky. The profound light seemed to make people get lost in it.

From the moment Lin Shan sat here, the man opposite him began to stare at him. Lin Shan clearly felt that he was a god in the genealogy. This feeling came from the connection between the rules. Among the rules that the opposite party mastered, There are the same ones as him.

After the man asked, everyone turned their attention to Lin Shan. Not only the people at the chairman's table, but also the people in the banquet hall below were also staring at him.

"Well, I think what you said makes sense. The gray fog is the home of all our creatures, and everyone has the obligation to protect it." Lin Shan nodded.

Although this might offend the gods in the banquet hall below, he did not forget whose territory this was.

After Lin Shan finished speaking, the entire banquet hall returned to silence again, and you could hear a needle drop.

Although there are delicacies from all over the world, no one has an appetite.

Lin Shan turned around and scanned the hall, and found Jingwei squatting in the corner of the banquet hall with his legs in his arms, no longer as lively as before.

"My friend seems to be in trouble, I'm going to check on him." Lin Shan apologized with his hands in hand, and then quickly left the table. During this period, no one spoke, and the atmosphere at the main table seemed particularly strange.

Although Lin Shan didn't like talking much, he didn't like this weird atmosphere either.

He stepped away from the chairman's table and walked in the direction of Jingwei.

"What's wrong?" Lin Shan stood in front of Jingwei, looking at Jingwei who was huddled in a circle.

"Storm Sea... Something went wrong so quickly..." Her words trembled slightly, revealing a deep sadness and weakness, like a bird that had just passed through a storm, trying hard to Wings ready to fly. But it couldn't fly.

"Is the problem serious?" Lin Shan knelt down and touched Jingwei's head.

"Serious... If there is a problem in the Storm Sea, even if the suppression is successful, a more violent outbreak will occur next time. Generally speaking, as long as there is a problem in the Storm Sea, it means... that the universe is not far away from restarting. ”

"But...but our world has no chance to restart again..." Jingwei huddled tightly, "In this era, we have just met, and you haven't remembered me yet... ."

"What to do at what level, these things will naturally be handled by those masters." Lin Shan comforted softly.

"If it was before, you would definitely say, leave it to you, you can handle it." Jingwei looked up at Lin Shan, her eyes slightly red, "You have changed a lot, you used to take the survival of the world as your own responsibility, you would definitely not say such a thing."

"I haven't changed, the Lin Shan you know is not me." Lin Shan explained tirelessly.

"It's you, you are Lin Shan, I won't make a mistake." Jingwei said stubbornly.

"How long will it take?" Lin Shan changed the subject.

"I don't know. Historically, the Storm Sea has been suppressed at most six times." Jingwei shook her head slowly. "Let's not talk about the Storm Sea for now. Next, the Source Court will definitely take action against the Old Ones. The reason why the Storm Sea broke out so quickly is that in addition to the weakness of the gray fog itself, the Old Ones' gods also played a big role. Just like the Old Ones' technological weapons will stimulate the Old Ones, the Old Ones' creatures will also stimulate the Storm Sea."

"What is the Storm Sea? Is it a real sea? Why is it connected with the Old Ones?" Lin Shan asked.