"What is the World Tree?"

Wang He does not know the standard answer to this question. However, he is very clear:

The World Tree is an existence revered by many gods as the "mystery" and "root".

This is especially true for Wang He, who has personally come into contact with its seeds.

To describe it, it is like an endless spring that births and destroys everything, containing all the known, unknown, present, and future information in the world.

It itself represents the world, so it is named "World Tree".

The true "complete" indexing and traceability of the Law of Destiny must rely on the "root thing" such as the World Tree as the basis.

And now, the countless white growth rings on this scepter made of the material at the center of the World Tree represent the time and memories spent in a certain world.

Wang He once obtained similar information from the "World Tree Seed".

If he could acquire this scepter, he expected to be able to directly pry into some information recorded in the scepter through the law of destiny.

"Perhaps, someone just wants to see this." Wang He sighed inwardly, then raised his hand and waved upward slightly.

A pure white mark that only Wang He could see, like a paintbrush, divided the middle-aged man's body from the middle into two equal areas of bright black and white.

The middle-aged man changed from gray to black and white.

Immediately, Wang He asked: "Where did you get this scepter?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and the black left half of his face suddenly showed a ferocious expression. At the same time, the white right half of his face looked a little dazed.

He thought for a long time, then seemed to recall something, and said slowly: "I got it just now when I passed by that room."

"Which room?" Wang He asked after seeing this.

"Hey, it's that... lord's room..." The man looked dazed, but his expression looked a little anxious.

He started scratching his neck and hair for no apparent reason, causing his skin to become red and swollen like an allergy.

Wang He did not intervene, but asked calmly: "Lord? Since you are trying to escape from here, why did you go to the lord's room? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death? No! That's because...it's wrong! Why can't I remember? Why ahhhhh!" When the middle-aged man heard the word death, his reaction suddenly became louder, his face looked manic, and he uttered

A cry of pain.

Upon seeing this, Wang He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and lightly snapped his fingers in front of the man.

In an instant, the black half of the man's face was completely whitened, and then his mind went blank as if his mind had been frozen.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, shuddered, and sat back on the ground.

The World Tree Scepter also fell aside because the man let go just now.

Wang He just watched from the side and did not pick it up immediately.

The man supported his body with his hands and backed up a few meters on his hands and feet, looking extremely frightened and embarrassed.

He screamed strangely: "Why am I here? Who are you? Someone is here! Where are the guards? Who can explain to me what happened?"

When Wang He saw this, he was silent for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.

I saw him saying kindly: "Your Highness, don't worry, we are professionals ordered by the king to protect you. You were attacked just now, and your memory may be a little confused. Don't worry, stand up first."

After saying that, Wang He squatted down, smiled and stretched out his hand. The other party hesitated for a moment and grabbed Wang He's hand, using his strength to get up.

"Is this really true? Where are the enemies? And why did it suddenly get dark? I remember it was still noon before, so I should stay in the palace." The middle-aged man complained with some flinch about the reality he was unaware of.

Wang He saw this and raised his voice slightly: "Your Highness, don't worry, the enemies have been wiped out. Anyone who dares to harm you has received the punishment he deserves."

"However, for safety reasons, we still have to leave here as soon as possible. Before that, according to the king's order, I need to confirm whether your memory has been damaged due to this accident?"

"Please answer my question: Your Highness, do you still remember your age?"

"Age? Are you questioning my courage and memory as the first heir, Prince Kate?" After hearing this, the man's attitude was like that of a hedgehog.

Wang He didn't pay much attention, shrugged, and said: "But, Your Highness Kate, your appearance does not seem to match the age group you stated. Well, you'd better look in the mirror and find out."

Wang He made a casual stroke, and a layer of blue light appeared on the ground. Immediately, a square, dirt-free, mirror-like layer of water covered the ground next to the man.

What is very amazing is that even in the dim light at night, others can clearly see your appearance.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then approached, and then saw his current appearance.

What caught his eye on the windless water was a thin man with a haggard face and messy hair, except that his hair color and eye color were the same as his.

It is hard to imagine that those dull and lifeless eyes have anything to do with the words "noble" or "royal family".

"Who is this person?" the middle-aged man asked.

Wang He glanced at him with an obviously suggestive expression, sighed, and shook his head.

The man understood what Wang He meant and was stunned for a moment.

When he looked at the water again and saw the lean man just now, he said: "This can't be real! I am the First Prince Kate, and I just turned twenty this year... By the way, I am still

I remember that at the reception held by the Wang family just now, a very beautiful lady performed a song for the Wang family..."

"Ah, that song is really beautiful. Now that I think about it, I feel a lot happier."

"Yes, I have definitely not forgotten, it is impossible for me to forget, and I finally remembered it! That song is called 'The Divergence of Destiny'! It represents the ceremony in which the great God of Destiny guides the way forward for the humble us."

As if he had found his innate and important mission, the middle-aged man was completely immersed in this sense of accomplishment.

As if he was addicted, he had completely forgotten even the shocking fact about his age.

Wang He looked at its face that had almost turned completely black again, and showed a knowing smile.

"So that's it." He folded his hands and stayed where he was, as if waiting for something.

The Demon King next to him saw this and said, "Is this person hopeless?"

Wang He smiled softly: "This is a believer in the God of Destiny who has forgotten his memory. He has long been destined to die tomorrow. And the meaning of his existence is to become a material that proves that the 'fate' set by someone is true.

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"He can't hear what we say now?" The Demon King was a little curious.

Wang He nodded: "I said that gods exist in this world. And now, that god is connecting with this miserable prince."

"Connection? Why didn't I see it?" the devil asked.

Wang He said with some mystery: "Some people can see it, but some people can't. So whether it exists or not? Who should judge it?"

At this moment, in front of Wang He's eyes, the middle-aged man's body was connected to countless black silk threads, and at the other end of those threads was the endless gray sky and gray fog that permeated the world.

The man was like a puppet manipulated from head to toe by countless silk threads, and his face could not be seen clearly.
Chapter completed!