Peter said a pun, and he didn't have much time left, not just referring to the time when Doyle practiced in this space and time.

Inside the wooden house,

The fainted Doyle had a nightmare. In that nightmare, everything he was familiar with was leaving him, looking up at the heaven and earth, and in that dark and desperate world, only Doyle himself was left, and there was a silent eternal silence.

This nightmare made Doyle sweat in a cold sweat, the feeling of loneliness that was so strong that it made people madly did not dissipate until he woke up.

Opening his eyes, Doyle ran out of the house immediately. At this time, Peter was the only one left in the yard. He sat quietly at the round table, as if waiting for him.

"Peter, is the picture in the mirror real? Why can I see what happened after my death? Shouldn't the future time stop? Why...?"

Peter lowered his head with a serious expression. He didn't even look at Doyle in panic. His face was gloomy and terrible. As Doyle asked more and more questions, Peter finally shouted angrily:

"Doy!!!"

Doyle tightened his whole body and immediately closed his mouth because he had never seen Peter so angry.

"You are so disappointing to me now." Peter shook his head slightly with a cold expression.

As soon as these words came out, a deep sense of loss suddenly surged in Doyle's heart. He felt like a child who was abandoned by his family, and his heart was full of helplessness.

"I'm very worried about them, I want..." Doyle's tears rolled in his eyes.

"You want to go back?" Peter sneered.

Doyle didn't deny his thoughts, he bit his lips and said:

"I'm afraid it will be too late if I don't go back, and I'm afraid that everything I know will disappear in the sudden outbreak of war."

"You just made progress and you feel like you can save the world?" Peter mocked ruthlessly.

"I just want to do something within my ability." Doyle said unwillingly.

"Am you able to do it? Are you too confident?" Peter stood up from the round table, and he squinted his eyes and said coldly to Doyle:

"I have weakened my power to the same level as the enemy who attacks heaven. Come on, self-righteous Doyle, defeat me, and I'll send you back!"

Doyle didn't say anything, and a [unique light] suddenly lit up on his body. Just as he was about to take action, he was kicked to the ground by Peter.

“Wow~”

Squirting out a big mouthful of freshness, Doyle looked down at his sunken chest with his head intently, staring at Peter with his blood-red eyes, his expression seemed to be saying:

"Impossible, you are lying to me, the enemy cannot be so strong!"

"Who do you think the strongest existence in heaven is? Caesar?" Peter said, walking to Doyle, lifting his legs and kicking Doyle into a big prawn with a bow and trembling violently. This time, Doyle's blood was mixed with broken internal organs, which shows how cruel Peter was to attack.

"Ahem~~"

Doyle kept coughing while covering her stomach. The severe pain made Doyle wake up. He realized that the most powerful existence in heaven was never Caesar or the tomb guardians, but the almost omnipotent Allah's host!

"The enemy can actually compete with the host of Allah?" Doyle asked in disbelief.

"We have the same true god-level existence. Why do you think the other party does not have it?" Peter squatted down and said seriously to Doyle:

"Listen, I am the one who wants to send you back the most, but I don't want to send you back is a waste. The only opportunity is this time. If you don't cherish it yourself, then I would rather kill you here than send you back to embarrass me!"

Peter grabbed Doyle's collar and said to Doyle with great seriousness:

"Do you understand?"

He swallowed the blood in his throat back, Doyle took a deep breath and said:

"I see."

Seeing Doyle awakening, Peter's face calmed down a little, and he stood up and looked into the future and said:

"The people you care about won't die yet. You still have time, but you really don't have much time."

"Will I leave here early? Or will it change again in the future?" Doyle asked nervously, rubbing the blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Not either, you won't leave here early, and the strong people in our world are not idle. They will let the enemy change the time you return at will. It will cost a lot of money for them to make this change."

Peter withdrew his gaze toward the future and lowered his head to Doyle and said:

"You say you don't have much time because you have to become stronger in a limited time, that is, you are stronger than you were when you left here, and much stronger."

"Stronger than myself?" Doyle asked in surprise.

"Yes, the difficulty lies in the fact that you have worked very hard, and I can't find any problem, but you must surpass yourself, because after the enemy has finished this move, I will see you die in the hands of heretics in the future." Peter controlled his expression and tried his best not to show any despair.

"There is a heretic who killed me in the future? What should I do now?" Doyle asked with a frown.

"When breaking the shackles of life, there is a dead end where almost no one succeeds. You have tried it desperately, but you failed. If you can succeed..." Peter seemed to feel that he was forcing Doyle to die, so he didn't continue to say anything.

Because all the twelve disciples tried that road, without exception, they all failed.

In other words, that road has not been successful since the creation of the True God.

"I understand Peter. No matter how difficult it is, I will never give up." Doyle's subconscious smile filled with power, which made Peter's face look much better.

"Sorry, I'm under too much pressure. When I saw your panic, I couldn't help it. It was too heavy to start." Peter said as he wanted to use the power of time to treat Doyle's injuries, but he was stopped by Doyle.

"No, I have to remember this pain, remember this gap, so let it stay in my body for a while longer." Doyle said, holding Peter's hand.

"Doer, you know, when we take a step, the enemy will also take a step, so when you practice here, guess what the enemy is doing?"

Doyle thought seriously for a while, then suddenly said with a smile:

"They are developing a stronger man who is better than me?"

"That's right, he will kill you in the future. His strength is stronger than the kick I kicked." Peter said seriously.

Touching his sunken chest, Doyle frowned and said:

“The gap is a bit big.”

Before Peter could comfort himself, Doyle smiled confidently:

"Peter, can you keep simulating his strength?"

"It's OK before he grows up completely." Peter nodded.

"Okay Peter, then I'm not just chasing myself."

Doyle stood up and said confidently:

"Peter, I have never lost if I practice. Although I don't know what kind of genius the other party is training and how difficult the future will be, I really don't think I will lose, so you have to believe me!"

Grinning, Doyle looked at Peter and said:

"You're already believing me, right?"

An indescribable force was transmitted into Peter's body through Doyle's smile. In the dark, a new future seemed to be emerging. Its appearance was less than one-tenth of possible chance, but it brought hope to Peter.

"Yes, that's right, I believe you, Doyle, you are the [hope] I found in the long river of time!"

Peter pointed directly at Doyle's forehead as he opened his mouth.

[Time intercourse]!

Under Peter's finger, Doyle felt that a mysterious [power] was acting on him, but he looked around and sensed it carefully, but found that there was no change.

"Peter?" Doyle looked at Peter in confusion, not knowing what the other party had done to him.

"Go back to the house and remember to maintain the best state of cultivation, don't let your mind be covered in dust, don't lose to the person in the house." Peter patted Doyle on the shoulder, and then slowly dissipated into the yard.

That person in the room? Damn? Who got into my room?

Doyle was stunned and rushed into the room in panic. When he pushed the door open, his whole body froze.

There was another self in the room, and the self was staring at the standing mirror in the room.

"Is this me in another timeline? That is the me in the original plan?"

"In the original plan, Li Jing has not changed, and Natasha's picture is still playing?"

"Damn it, am I watching Natasha take a shower in that timeline right now?"

"Mom, I was so disappointed? Am I such a frivolous person?"

Doyle strode forward and kicked himself as he fainted on the ground:

"I didn't see it, you saw it!"

He passed through himself with one foot, and there was no collision or contact between the two. Doyle felt something. This was a projection of time, not a real existence.

After staring at myself who was fainting for a while, Doyle nodded slightly and said:

"Very good, surpass yourself and start with the other one who faints!"

Doyle tried hard to control himself and not think about things that put a lot of pressure on him but could not change. He tried hard to maintain his childlike innocence, because once there was a problem with his cultivation mentality, he would not only not be able to become stronger, but he might not even be able to catch up with himself before!

After leaping, Doyle lay on the bed and began to use this special bed to bless his practice.

"I am practicing, but you fainted happily. One step ahead is one step ahead. In another timeline, you will definitely lose!"

Lying on the bed, Doyle glared at himself who was fainting on the ground with a jealous face, then closed his eyes and began to practice selflessly.
Chapter completed!