In the square of Yuehua Monastery, a human male who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, his face had not been exposed, and his posture had never changed, was mixed in a group that made the same moves and did not receive much attention from others.

From the perspective of behavior alone, he is only the lowest member of the believers of the huge base of the Kingdom of God.

The actions he did were just one part of daily meditation.

This kind of behavior of placing all parts of one's body at the lowest point of the ground by kneeling down to the statue of the goddess, placing all parts of one's body at the lowest point of the ground, symbolizing the complete devotion and abandonment of one's own self, in order to pray for the blessing and purification of the gods.

This is a common means of increasing faith and spirit, and it is not uncommon in this huge monastery.

It was among such an ordinary group of ordinary believers that "sn" suddenly happened.

A sudden appearance of sighs and exclamations that are not conducive to meditation have been broken instantly.

When the beginners who stood up because of the noise raised their heads, they saw an unimaginable scene.

Sulun, the most holy god in their hearts, had come here in person at some point.

This Moon Incarnation, she lowered her head and looked down at the dragon crystal doll who had transformed into Wang He.

She had been missing for a long time and fell into thinking.

"Where did your soul go?"

In the ears of many believers, her "Divine Sound" seems to hide multiple meanings, which makes believers who hear the sound reflect and think deeply.

At the same time, they also expressed envy and respect for this believer who was able to be contacted by the gods himself.

"Wang He"'s motionless posture, this most basic movement, gave them an idea.

That is: to the extreme of piety, you may receive the blessings of the gods like him.

But they didn't know that the only one who stayed there was an empty doll.

In another toilet in the multiverse, Wang He, the owner of the doll, was holding the fat white and fat cat Baron with his hands.

He raised Barron and looked straight into it like amber's eyes.

He asked, "Baron, who brought you here, I want to see it."

However, in his gaze, Barron did not answer for some reason.

Not only did it not show its previous familiarity, it even broke free from his arm and ran away to a distance, staying next to a woman whose appearance could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

Suddenly, in the system panel where no one could see except Wang He, the electronic sound of the black ghost suddenly rang out.

"Who are you"

Before its words could be finished, Wang He heard a voice.

It was a woman's voice, like the sound of nature, and at the same time had special magic:

"The fate of the past has long disappeared."

"It's better to run towards the future alone than to perform a stage play alone."

"Now, you don't have to think about anything. When you are tired, you can fall asleep easily."

She interrupted the black ghost and sang these three sentences like a poem.

The next moment, the black ghost across the barrier of the dimension seemed to have received an instruction. It made a "huff" gasp sound and began a circular running lap movement in the panel.

Then, after running halfway, he fell into the panel and made a loud snoring sound.

At the same moment, Nightingale's words came to Wang He's mind: "Be careful, she has a breath similar to those gods, but completely different."

Hearing this sentence, Wang He immediately turned his attention to the woman who looked like a human.

Faith identification technique failed to be initiated.

Relying on all functions of the system, except that the panel still displays, all lose their effectiveness.

At this moment, her face was hidden in the shadows and spoke again:

"From the agreed place, humans who arrived early, now, it's not your turn to appear."

Her words were like an invisible curse, instantly passing through Wang He's divine power and climbing onto his body.

Wang He suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, spreading from the depths of his spirit.

With the feeling, his suddenly lost most of his strength.

As a last resort, he just half-squatted down and supported the ground with one hand.

Thinking becomes extremely heavy as if it is about to be solidified.

He found that the originally dry ground under his feet was constantly hit by his inexplicable dripping sweat.

Those small and invisible sounds were now like huge cinema-level stereos, resounding in his ears.

With these voices touching the spirit, Wang He seized a glimmer of opportunity.

He gathered his spirit, opened the trump card in an instant, exerted "happiness" for himself, and at the same time burst out all the divine power that he could use.

However, reality seemed to tell him: everything was just futile.

These powers originated from gods dissipated without a trace at the moment they appeared.

Wang He seemed to have done nothing except a trace of holy divine power flashed in front of his eyes.

However, it was this ray of light that made Wang He, who had squeezed all his strength and looked up at him, saw clearly the woman's appearance.

"Villeddy!" The name of the goddess of fate popped out in his mind almost instantly.

However, he no longer had the strength to open his mouth.

All he could do now was to use perseverance to support himself without falling down.

"Edace"

Wang He thought of the name of this goddess.

She must be related to everything that happened in front of her.

However, the voice that originated from his mind received no response.

The only thing that changed was the woman in front of him who did not contain even the slightest emotion in her face.

She turned around and left to the distance with the poem that could not be heard clearly.

Wang He watched her figure go away. Finally, she disappeared into the fog at the end of the dark street.

Then, he suddenly felt that he was being taken away from his power and returned to his body.

He began to breathe heavily, and the ground was already wet with his sweat at some point.

"water!"

This is his top priority at this moment.

He felt extremely unbearable thirst, and almost instinctively took out the intermediate life recovery potion, pulled out the plug and poured it into one mouthful.

One bottle, then another, Wang He drank five bottles in a blink of an eye before he felt that the feeling of hunger disappeared.

On the other hand, the black ghost in the panel also woke up. However, at this time it had shrunk for a whole circle and turned into a small ghost.

It no longer had the horrorous feeling it used to be, and it became more like a version of the character.

And his actions were also abnormal. It began to actively call Wang He outside the panel.

Just listen to it sincerely: "I said, can you come and help me? You and I are bothered now."

The devil who treats others as grass has now become a kind of begging for others.

Wang He glanced at it without a response.

But it suddenly said, "Do you think we are awake now?"

"Isn't it?" Wang He asked him back.

The Black Ghost is a little serious: "In fact, you really haven't woken up. The place we are now is an area called the cracks between fate, a normal divine space built entirely by the laws of fate. Here, it can only accommodate the entry and exit of the spiritual body. If you can't find a way out in time, everything will be over."

The black ghost's words were extremely cautious and did not look like a joke at all.

It continued: "I will briefly explain to you. The law of destiny has three bundles, decibels are the past, present, and future. The gods who are in charge of destiny can only master one of the three bundles of laws according to the rules of the manager."

"As for the guy you just saw, it is just an unfixed appearance. It is like a mirror, showing the image of the god in the heart of the viewer, who is in charge of fate."

"No matter who it is, it will become the only god of destiny in the heart of that individual."

"And its essence, as far as I know, is one of the few ancient gods in chaos. Especially the one just now, is the only one known in the multiverse who can master three laws of destiny at the same time."

"The Seventh Saint of Observer, the Manager of Fate." The Ghost specially added.

Wang He suddenly remembered the unknown Adasi, whose rank is below 6 and above 13.

Her various characteristics seem to be consistent with this manager of fate.

So, is her original body this ancient god?

Wang He fell into deep thought.11
Chapter completed!