Chapter 595 The Elders Will Go to Trace His Greatness (End of Book)

No matter what kind of waves or whirlpools there are, for a big river, they are just an insignificant moment and fragment in its continuous years.

The passage of time manifests itself in many ways in the material world.

The light and heat that stars bestow upon the plane are undoubtedly the most difficult to ignore.

When the stars connected by a timeline emitting a faint jade-colored light completed a certain stage of rotation.

The topic that was once a hot topic has become dim.

Nothing is indispensable...

"Bang!"

The colorful sparks interweave and create broken traces in the sky.

People gaze at the curling smoke or indulge in the joy of the year-end.

The pain of the past seemed to be less heavy at this moment, and the things that were once hated became blurred.

It is worth mentioning that the cat-shaped sparks, which were relatively rare in the past, have suddenly become prevalent at the end of this year.

This is certainly not out of sheer awe:

It is often only manifested in cheap and cost-effective worship when passing by a temple.

The more important reason is that people have discovered the power contained in it.

That is different from the powerful and immediate power bestowed by the gods. It is more like a blessing that applies to all objects.

Just as stars do not charge anything for the use of their light and heat, it is an income that requires no investment.

This may be related to the fact that elders do not need faith.

And all grace and wisdom are merely the compassion that exists in His shining will...

Guangbai mingled among the crowd. Compared to those extravagant and grand banquets, he preferred this kind of celebration filled with noise and bustle.

The joy and expectation on people's faces made him feel more deeply the weight of his responsibilities.

He is not the master, and he does not have the power to make the void creatures retreat just by relying on his name.

Guangbai shook his head. He was never one to feel sad about the passing of time.

But people are always like this.

“Do you have time to watch the stars with me tonight?”

Guangbai turned around and looked into a pair of expectant eyes.

He smiled.

"There will be someday."

Now, I watch over the stars for the elders...

…

“Tsk.”

Under the World Tree, an elder let out a noncommittal sound as he looked at one of his disciples who would definitely not be able to enter the private gathering of the God of Love Sect.

He certainly wasn't sitting around doing nothing.

Only occasionally would he pay attention to his two few disciples.

Especially when it comes to the big things in life.

Of course, for now, both of them are a little difficult...

Yi Chun withdrew his gaze from the various realms of jade.

He did not fully support Guangbai's idea, which had a strong savior tendency, but he did not interfere with the other party's choice.

Time will smooth out all irregularities and roughness...

What will be left of you in the end? My disciple...

Yi Chun gazed into the deep void, the World Tree behind him still dormant as usual.

Naturally, the void would not give Yi Chun an answer.

Of course, Yi Chun was not so anxious about what the answer was.

He had long since leapt beyond the hurried, urgent conception of time that ordinary beings have.

A year or an era?

With the ability to control, modify, and even backtrack at will, the gap between them does not seem so huge anymore.

The next moment, Yi Chun shook his head.

Now, he has almost arranged all the trivial matters.

To be precise, he did not interfere too closely with these planes that were gathered by his concepts.

Before Guangbai arrived, he only maintained contact with some of the plane consciousnesses.

This is a kind of reciprocity in a sense - Yi Chun needs these planes to recognize his concepts so that he can complete the final self-conclusion.

Those planes can rely on Yi Chun's reputation in the evil and void camps to gain certain protection.

Now, because Yi Chun has completed the promotion to the great road.

This originally relatively equal relationship naturally reversed.

Of course, Guangbai is doing pretty well now.

Yi Chun casually fiddled with the endless timeline in front of him, throwing away those foreign entities with unknown intentions.

In fact, after Yi Chun completed the separation of the timeline, the foreign gods who truly understood the connection would not easily set foot here.

But it is not so easy to say about those Outer Gods who are left with only chaotic instincts.

Of course, they are unable to break through the endless timeline separated by Yi Chun.

For beings who cannot understand the mystery of time, it is a vast maze like a chaotic void.

The next moment, Yi Chun gathered his mind.

He needed to go through a training session that was long enough for him.

It not only involves the changes in the length of time, but also the immeasurable void beyond time.

The leap from legendary life to higher legendary life, literally speaking, seems to be just the latter becoming a little more powerful.

If no concepts emerge, it would be fine to say this.

But the emergence of conceptual elements allowed Yi Chun to find a shortcut that leads directly to all roads and paths.

It is not 0 and 1, but something that encompasses everything and yet is difficult to separate.

Yi Chun has come into contact with conceptual elements, or the power of divinity.

From the perspective of energetics, it is the materialized energy manifestation of a rule in the material world.

Change is no longer just change, it also involves something more essential and difficult to describe.

For this, Yi Chun needs to immerse himself in enough divine consciousness to conduct research and practice.

Yi Chun opened his eyes, and divine power surged out:

Endless time and dimensions appeared before his eyes like intricate phantoms.

He saw the grand dream of the Federation running on a predetermined trajectory, and he saw the faint bells and murmuring scriptures in the Taoist temple.

He saw the raging waves of the Sannam River and the quiet and peaceful summer nights of Arnold.

Some people were muttering his name at the table, and some were talking about his past with those around them.

Some people are singing not-so-sweet praises, others are whispering about his terror and evil...

Um?

Yi Chun glanced calmly at a certain evil god believer who was chattering away.

The opponent's river of destiny suddenly began to surge...

And the next moment, Yi Chun broke away from the images of all realms.

A kind of deep, long-lost sleepiness gradually emerged.

Rational thinking may not be applicable to the tracing of concepts.

He transformed into an orange cat and lay down peacefully on the straw pile under the World Tree.

The endlessly stretched timelines softened at this moment; they intertwined and shuttled, weaving a gorgeous thick cocoon around the elder.

Maybe when I wake up again, it will be the story of the next era...