In the weird second dimension of killing gods

Zheng He suddenly asked a question.

Huo Xia had already prepared a plan, and said, "I plan to live six hundred years later after I finish my work here."

Hearing this, Zheng He glanced at the three girls behind him, all of whom were foreign girls. He said worriedly, "Brother, don't be fooled by the beauty of these foreign girls and Japanese maids. You'd better think carefully."

Huo Xia said: "Don't worry, foster father."

"But I also looked up history books six hundred years in the future, and I think this kind of history is not bad."

"The people of our Central Plains have experienced prosperity, decline, glory, and reconstruction."

"Although it's not perfect, it's still a beautiful fate..."

"If I had stayed in this era, history would have changed dramatically."

At this point, he paused, and then said: "I don't know whether this change is good or bad. If I am bound to be troubled here, I'd rather go to six hundred years later and be free."

Hearing this, Zheng He was silent for a while, then continued to walk forward. After walking up a hundred steps, he said, "Okay..."

"Young Master said that you have become a Rakshasa King and possess the power of a god."

"Holding a sharp sword, the desire to kill arises naturally."

"If you stay here, you will inevitably have conflicts with His Majesty and His Highness. It would be better for you to go to the future. I think it will be more comfortable than now, and it won't be difficult for you as a father."

Huo Xia nodded and agreed with Zheng He's statement.

Zheng He glanced at Huo Xia's profile, and suddenly reached out his hand to smooth out Huo Xia's wrinkled collar.

"It's a pity that the ambitions you told me in the past have all come to nothing."

After leaving these sad words, Zheng He quickly stepped forward, walked to Zhu Gaoxu's side, and went to the temple together.

Under the shelter of the bell tower and pagoda forest, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the treetops and falls on an old monk in a black robe.

Zheng He put his hands together and bowed respectfully to Daoyan: "Master."

Zhu Gaoxu just nodded slightly.

Huo Xia's gaze was more careful. He looked Daoyan up and down, from his black cassock to his smooth face and the scar on his head, not missing a single detail.

The monk had a slender figure and his face showed no signs of old age, but his eyes contained an indescribable depth and evil.

Daoyan also looked at Huoxia carefully, and then he showed a kind smile.

"I thought the Rakshasa King would be a fierce-looking man, but I didn't expect him to be such a handsome young man. The Great Heaven Realm Temple is picturesque and perfect for relaxing. How about I accompany you to a high place to enjoy the fresh air?"

Huo Xia nodded slightly to show her agreement.

Then, Daoyan turned to Athena, his voice calm and respectful: "Goddess of the ancient Qin Dynasty, are you willing to listen to my immature words?"

Athena said with interest, "How unfortunate you are."

Daoyan smiled and said, "It is true that I still have some troubles in the world."

"It's a pity that there is no spiritual world for you to settle down in this world. Even if you transcend fate, you can only drown in the sea of ​​suffering or fall into the eternal desert."

"I still have a way to go."

"No, you didn't."

"Since the goddess said so, it must be gone."

Daoyan smiled nonchalantly.

Seeing that Athena had no interest in going upstairs, he didn't force her.

The rest of the people were downstairs, only Huo Xia and Dao Yan went upstairs.

The scent of tea fills the air on the bell tower.

Daoyan was brewing tea with a leisurely expression. The almost boiling tea made a gurgling sound. He scooped the tea with a wooden spoon and then slowly poured the boiling hot tea into the exquisite teacup.

"This tea was picked before Qingming Festival. It is not easy to preserve it until now."

Daoyan picked up the steaming cup of tea and pushed it towards Huoxia.

Huo Xia glanced at the tea, but didn't take it, nor did he show any intention of drinking it.

Spells, curses, poison...

These sorcerers' gadgets can take effect from within the body of a godslayer. Although they can activate one's own cursed power to remove it, Huo Xia doesn't intend to waste time.

He asked bluntly, "What did your previous conversation with Athena mean?"

Daoyan closed his eyes slightly and said, "If judged by the standards of ordinary people, I am a transcendent."

“I am no longer bound by fate, and my strength is far greater than that of ordinary alchemists and qigong practitioners, but I am not a god, nor a godslayer.”

"In other words, I'm not as strong as you."

Huo Xia nodded slightly.

If users of supernatural powers were classified into different levels.

Roughly:

An apprentice or a dilettante whose fate reaches one thousand.

A formal psychic with a destiny of 10,000 can already become a master or work on his own.

A first-rate master with a destiny of over 100,000 is also called a "Great Knight" in the West, and will also be given talismans in the East.

The highest-ranking magician with a fate of over a million can contain divinity, perform secret rituals at the god level, and allow divine power to reside in the body... Such an existence.

Toba Riona is a demigod-level Onmyoji, and logically speaking, her fate should be just over one million.

However, he is the reincarnation of Yashaguro, and his actual destiny is as high as eight million.

The fate of divine beasts is usually in the million level, and the same is true for demigods.

Above this is the Transcendence.

As human beings, their destinies have reached millions, and some can even reach tens of millions. Their enormous destiny power is enough to resist the long river of destiny of all living beings.

They are people who transcend fate.

Transcending fate means naturally transcending life and death.

Although fate does not mean strength, those with strong fate do have more freedom.

Daoyan said calmly: "The world does not allow people like me who can transcend fate to exist. I will definitely die. Maybe I will die tomorrow, or maybe a hundred years later, but I will die one day."

"If you want to live forever, you have to leave the earth."

"Although in myths and legends, there is a world between the realm of life and the realm of immortality, a different dimension where spirits and souls are more important than matter..."

"but."

"Places like ours have been turned into an eternal desert by the Great Ming Lord."

"The only way left is to leave this world and go to the other three thousand worlds."

Having said that, Daoyan let out a long sigh.

Just now, the last path was also denied by Athena.

As a god, there is no need for the other party to lie to him.

After hearing all this, Huo Xia had already understood the other party's request and hint, so there was no need to hide it, so he said directly: "If I go and kill Daming Zun, will you survive?"

Daoyan smiled and said, "Do I look like someone who is afraid of death?"

"you are not."

Huo Xia said calmly: "But you are a restless person, and your mind is always going against the will of heaven. People like you wish that Daming Zun would die here!"

After the words fell, Daoyan smiled.

"If you want to find the Great Ming Zun, you only need to take a boat to a memorial archway in Poyang Lake. After passing through the memorial archway, you will see a waterway. Don't look ahead, don't get wet, just keep going forward. As long as you pass the Ghost Gate, you will see the Dark Kingdom."

Chapter 53: The Struggle of Mortals

As soon as the bell sound faded away, a peaceful atmosphere enveloped the bell tower again.

In this quietness, Daoyan sat in the tea room, holding a teacup in his hand, sipping the fragrant tea, and a rich tea aroma spread.

"how?"

A question broke the silence around.

A figure wearing a dragon robe slowly appeared in the tea room.

He has a burly build and bronze skin, as if he had been baptized and forged in countless wars. His beard is long and thick, like a dragon, giving people a majestic and unruly feeling.

Daoyan spoke slowly: "The Rakshasa King has arrived 150 years earlier, and his target is the Great Ming Zun. If he wins, the destiny will change dramatically."

Hearing this, Zhu Di's eyes suddenly became solemn.

"What if we lose?"

Daoyan tilted his head slightly, with a nonchalant smile on his face, "You and I are powerless to save the situation, so it doesn't matter if we lose again."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di stood with his sleeves folded, his eyes deep.

His thoughts were pulled back to twenty years ago, when Daoyan told him that destiny had changed and he had to fight against Emperor Jianwen, go against heaven, and kill the real dragon.

At first, Zhu Di did not want to rebel.

Unfortunately, Emperor Jianwen wanted him to die.

Zhu Di had no choice but to rebel.

This is what Daoyan called "going against the will of heaven."

To defeat the Ming army, which was on the rise in national fortune, with one's own strength was indeed going against the will of heaven.

but.

When Zhu Di really seized the throne, Daoyan told him.

Even the victory of the Jingnan Campaign was God's will.

From then on, Zhu Di understood that the will of heaven could not be violated.

However, ten years later, Daoyan still seemed to want to try to change something.

"When you ate the fruit formed by the dragon vein, you completely transcended and were no longer bound by fate. You even knew the will of heaven." Zhu Di said in a serious and questioning voice, "You told me that there is no such thing as going against heaven, only the will of heaven."

Daoyan said calmly: "That's right, the Great Ming Zun has already deduced everything."

"In order to curb the number of Qi cultivators on earth, he first gave Genghis Khan his peerless martial arts, allowing the Mongols to exterminate the martial arts heritage of ancient countries around the world."

"Only the Central Plains resisted longer and suffered less damage."

"The Great Ming Zun performed another miracle. He used a stone man to give the people of the Ming Cult magic, causing them to fight each other, thus weakening the martial arts world in the Central Plains."

"Even so, the martial arts world in the Central Plains is still strong."

"So, there will be another Jingnan War, another Jiangnan Water Battle, and another Jinshui flooding Zhulou."

"Then the land of God fell into decline, the martial arts world declined, and all kinds of monsters and demons disturbed the Central Plains. Until the long night ended, a red sun rose from the east, dispelling the decline and decay of the Central Plains."

As a transcendent, Daoyan already knew the future and the correct history.

"During the entire process, the Great Ming Zun did not take action personally. He just casually gave the opportunity to the right person. He had already predicted everything."

Supernatural power.

In the West it is called "magic power", in the East it is called "qi", and in modern times it is called "cursed power".

These supernatural powers will lead to the improvement of people's destiny.

Fate is the power of destiny.

The overly powerful force of destiny is enough to go against the flow of destiny, and this is something that must be dealt with.

In simple terms, Zalwan is a game designer.

He believed that this version of Central Plains was too powerful and would deviate from the correct history, so he weakened the martial arts world of Central Plains.