On a pile of straw in a certain material world, three young men in simple clothes were lying on it.
Under the straw pile, several black and white cats were nesting lazily.
It is spring at this time, and the sun is warm but not hot.
Occasionally a breeze blows through, bringing moisture and vitality-filled air to the fields.
"Oh, it's begun..."
At this time, a young man among the three said.
He wore a straw hat and an unusually crude-looking piccolo tied around his waist.
Under the long brown hair, the slightly raised corners of the mouth always make people feel some kind of joking element.
"Okay, I'm going to squint for a while."
The young man next to him said lazily. His hair looked a little white.
This is a not-so-good symbol in many civilizations.
His skin looks a little dark, like a farmer who has been active in the fields all year round.
For a pantheon of gods, sometimes there will always be some more unusual gods.
After all, excluding those related priests who are born with powerful divine powers.
For other clergy, there will always be some changes and adjustments.
Among them, the priesthood related to weak divine power is the most complicated.
From a certain perspective, as long as the corresponding conditions are met, any concept of existence can be regarded as a priesthood.
However, generally speaking, the emergence of this kind of priesthood is highly accidental.
Becoming a god is not that simple. Even the great arcanist has paid a heavy price for it.
Of course, they didn't get nothing...
"Dansim, I heard that you recommended a new participant. What is his profession..."
The young man in the middle scratched his head and asked. He had just been busy fighting a gadfly.
There was a straw in the corner of his mouth, which made his voice a little unclear.
"Warrior monk..."
The young man who spoke first said that he was none other than the God of Laughter and Shadow-Rize Densim.
The three people on this straw pile are all gods from different planes.
Their priesthoods are not exactly the same, but there are always certain characteristics in common that make their friendship last forever.
Gods are not necessarily majestic and solemn. Sometimes, they also have some qualities that make mortal beings take notice...
"Legendary monk? What's the point of those cold stones? I remember that game can't suppress their will..."
The young man in the middle fiddled with the straw beside his mouth. He felt that it was not a good idea.
Because, they tried it a long time ago.
But obviously, the result was not so satisfactory.
"You think he's going to put in an interesting performance?"
"Oh, by the way, what's his name..."
The young man in the middle looked at the young man incarnated by Rize Densim, the God of Laughter and Shadow, and asked.
"The God-Killer-Yi Qiu..."
Rize-Dansim replied.
"Um?"
The two people next to him looked at Rize Densim. They did not know the information about the participants.
Of course, they can actually view relevant information, but this is obviously a bit boring.
They enjoy the surprise of unexpected information, or... fright.
"Man, your ways are a bit wild..."
One of them said in a subtle tone...
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Yi Qiu, or part of Yi Qiu's consciousness, looked at the somewhat familiar room in front of him, and his memories seemed to surge up again.
The river of destiny is like a long river with infinite tributaries, it has endless magnificent changes.
Yi Qiu knew about the River of Destiny, but he never felt that he understood all the mysteries of the River of Destiny.
It is endless, it is boundless, it is the true vastness and grandeur that legendary characters cannot explore despite their infinite time.
At this moment, Yi Qiu felt that he had probably been thrown into a certain branch of the river of destiny:
In other words, it may be a sub-world derived from it.
In the concept of ordinary things, they have a special name for this: parallel world.
The memories in his mind were surging, and Yi Qiu began to accept the memories from this body.
Everything was like the memories that had settled in the depths of his consciousness, but the trajectory of his fate seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.
The disaster that changed his destiny did not happen, and the turning point in fate that forever changed his hairline also did not happen...
It was as if everything had returned to a certain balanced posture, and that was the life he, the mortal man, should spend.
Because it is only the manifestation of a part of consciousness, the cold sea of consciousness at this moment can only maintain the most original part.
The mighty power that terrified the plane seems to have disappeared.
A vague feeling of weakness seemed to make Yi Qiu feel a little confused.
But that confusion only lingered in his shallow consciousness.
The will that makes all the gods moved will not be erased so easily.
Day and night meditation and hard training, as well as long periods of tempering in the spiritual world, have given Yi Qiu's spirit, or soul, qualities that are stronger than steel.
Yi Qiu opened the door that was somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar.
There was a trace of tension in his spirit, which was caused by mortal emotions.
This part of consciousness is the appearance of Yi Qiu's Dharma head that carries his mortal will.
Yi Qiu's intuition gave him some inspiration, and choosing this part of his consciousness would help him gain something.
The door, which seemed to have been repaired by someone, looked very light and not as heavy as Yi Qiu remembered.
In the living room, there was an embroidered tablecloth on the table, with some fruits and snacks placed on it.
This scene was obviously unfamiliar to Yi Qiu, but he knew the source of all these changes:
My parents have not passed away yet, and they are continuing their previous work.
But counting the time, my father is about to retire.
Yi Qiu walked to the window sill, the bright sunshine carried the brightness in his memory.
And below, passing college students brought laughter and laughter full of youthful vigor...
"Meow?"
On the window sill of the house next door, a familiar orange cat glanced at him, and then continued to lie there lazily basking in the sun.
Yi Qiu could feel that something warm seemed to be flowing silently in the cold will.
It was something that he gradually faded away over the long years and adventures.
Every meditation requires hundreds of days of mental training;
When every battle requires a decision on the survival of intelligent life in units of millions or even tens of millions;
When every thought needs to be carried out with a certain cold and detached attitude...
The passage of some things is inevitable.
Yi Qiu stretched out his hand and put it on the window sill, but the window sill was like a mud paste, and he could easily press a palm print.
Yi Qiu was stunned, his great power had indeed disappeared.
But he is still no longer the young man in the material world in his memory. Even if the years pass by 20 years old, he can easily control the life and death of mortal things...
Yi Qiu subconsciously touched his bald head, but the touch of hair fed back through his palm made him slightly sluggish.
Change?
Yi Qiu shook his head and stretched out his hand to smooth the palm prints on the windowsill.
Then, he began to receive relevant information about this fateful event...