The Endless Shuttle

The black-haired young man glanced at Hasta next to him, and the blond girl's soft expression seemed to be asking, "I am not satisfied with the present."

The heavier the gift, the more headache...

Without giving Lopeth time for extravagant troubles, Kwache Utaus grabbed the messy long hair and just sat down on the dust.

"What do you plan to get from me?"

"...Are you planning to start here?"

"here?"

Quache Utaus tilted his head in confusion.

"Hastuna summoned me to the inside of this world, where can I go if I'm not here?"

Rope knew it instantly.

For this "walker by dust", there is no difference in location at all.

The only two vague concepts that might come into the eyes of Kwache Utaus are "inside the world" and "outside the world."

The deity that manipulates the passage of time is most aware of the fragility and meaninglessness of material. Therefore, Kwache Utaus has long since paid no attention to these false things. Even her calling rituals can only be recited by saying a few prayers. There is no need to prepare tedious sacrifices like other old dominators.

"I understand."

After understanding, Rope is no longer hypocritical.

This is about the gift and answer of power, everything else is fine.

Hasta quietly played with the small fan in his hand.

The black-haired young man sorted his thoughts slightly, and then spoke.

"Your Majesty Kwache Utaus, I would like to ask you to answer the details about the divinity of "time". "

He stretched out his palm, and a gray halo appeared in his palm.

The godless eyes of Kwache Utaus narrowed slightly.

"...The smell of Yug Sotos."

"Exactly." Rope nodded.

"In the past trials, I have annihilated Azakaron's priest of death, and obtained the divinity of "time" from him. Although I have tried my best to study it, I think I will have a deeper understanding of "time" if I can get the guidance of a great person like you. "

"Azacaron? Oh, the second son of the snake who resembles me, really has a long enough name... I remember that before the standard time of many multiverses, it was because of Nyarlatotepu and Yug Sotos’s relationship was killed in the Gobi field Serika... was it that time that the divinity of Yug Sotos was torn off... an incomprehensible war..."

Kwache Utaus's words were a bit long-winded.

Obviously hung a young appearance, but like an old weather-beaten person.

Rope was not in a hurry or accident.

The evil **** who manipulates time, Kwache Utaus's own concept of time has long been confused.

After talking to herself like this for a long time, the thin girl returned to Rope's question.

The divine understanding of "time"...Do you think that "time" must exist? "

"Isn't this of course?"

Rope frowned.

"Everything is placed in it, even those who live forever and live in the sky, can feel the existence of "time" in things that are humble and mortal. "

"Really, you can think so..."

Kwache Utaus said flatly.

She grabbed a handful of dust in her palms, letting them flow down her fingers.

"But if you want to go further, it's best to extend your thinking to the upper level."

"Please understand."

"Time" is not something that must exist. It has an end, a starting point, a cycle, and a chaos. When it rises as a whole, it will become both existing and non-existent, or even beyond the two. state. "

Kwache Utaus frowned.

"The limitations of this language are too great, I can't describe it clearly..."

"Rope can't understand your ancient language." Hasta smiled: "Even now I am very reluctant. You'd better keep up with the times."

"Forget it, let him experience it for himself."

Kwache Utaus stretched his thin palm forward.

This is a very famous sacred gesture of "walking by the dust".

It is rumored that any existence or object touched by Kwache Utaus's hand extended straight ahead will instantly decay and collapse. As long as there is a heart, even the obscure concept cannot escape the palm of this great god.

But Rope did not panic at all.

He closed his eyes calmly, feeling the light and dark shining in his soul, the power of Kwache Utaus.

Very open, his "eyes" opened.

Then he saw it again.

It was so abstract that it could not be described in words at all, a trace of the passing of time.

What is vast as smoke is chaos, and what constrains chaos is order.

In the beginning, there was no Tao, and there was no reason, there was nothing, and the empty "nothing", naturally it was impossible for "time" to exist.

Rope's "time" divinity seemed to be stimulated, and it began to rise.

It is more esoteric than what is recorded in "The Testament of Canamangos," and the knowledge of "all things one" Yug Sotos is close to each other but has a slightly different cognition.

This is the divine knowledge possessed by the ancient **** of drying time, Kwache Utaos!

Chapter 69 The Sublimation of the Demigod, the Love of the King of Yellow Clothes

Kwache Utaus's simple, unsullied character directly showed what Rope wanted before his eyes.

But this evil **** is not completely without common sense.

She knew very well that the rank of the caller was a "half-god," not a same or next-level evil god, so she didn't instill in Rope the secret beyond her own soul.