"Time hangs in the balance..."
"good."
"It's very strange."
"Um."
"There are many strange things in the world. I have traveled through the worlds for more than 6,000 years, and I have rarely heard of such things."
"really."
Liu Fuguang sat on the ground, talking to Yan Huan back and forth.
He was thinking and did not speak. Yan Huan's nine eyeballs were circling around the ground, circling him back and forth, like nine stars orbiting the sun.
After a long while, Liu Fuguang said softly, "So that's how it is."
"What did you think of?" Yan Huan asked at the right time.
"I once thought that this mortal had practiced some evil way, seizing all the 'qi' in the world and using it for his own benefit to consolidate his rule. Now I see that there is something fishy going on." Liu Fuguang lowered his eyes and pondered, "Cycle... I don't know where he got this method from, but he can prolong his dynasty indefinitely in the cycle of time."
"No wonder all the mortals here have become living dead." Yan Huan rushed back and forth, making a vague, terrifying rumbling sound, "This world is indeed like a chessboard in his hand, and he can manipulate it at will."
Liu Fuguang had thought of the same thing, and his hidden anger was brewing in his chest like a raging thunder.
Because time can be reversed, no matter what kind of loss or how cruel the consumption is, it is all acceptable. Killing civilians, burning cities, destroying farmland, wasting troops... What does it matter? Anyway, everything can always be restored to its original state. When the golden bell of the drum tower rings, Wuping is still the prosperous Wuping, and Shengzong is still the wise emperor.
"No wonder he desperately used human heads as bait, he was determined to hold us back no matter what." Liu Fuguang said, "Time... As long as the time is up, he will be safe. If the world goes back and starts over, he will have a chance to start over."
"No wonder he is not afraid of us," Yan Huan laughed, "No wonder each of his assistant guards has a pure spiritual energy far beyond the Jindan stage."
Liu Fuguang turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"
"Do you still remember what the first group of bastards who came to our door said?" Yan Huan said, "They questioned us and asked why we wanted to 'destroy the great cause of the Holy Sect'. Compared to those ignorant vagrants, these bastards can be regarded as insiders."
Liu Fuguang's heart moved, and he couldn't help but be moved: "You mean, they are willing to devote themselves to this endless reincarnation, and in the Holy Sect, those who know the truth have some kind of privilege, for example... as long as they accept this cycle, they can accumulate their own power like a snowball?"
We understand each other, truly we understand each other!
Yan Huan's nine eyes sparkled, sweeter than honey. The Dragon God smiled foolishly and said, "Fu Guang is very smart! Yes, what you think is exactly the same as mine. I just don't know if the assistant chief guard we killed can return to the reincarnation of the 'Holy Sect'?"
He scurried around on the ground for a while, then stretched out a small black claw from the asphalt and patted his belly: "After all, the power of the golden elixir is still in my body and has never dissipated."
Liu Fuguang raised his eyebrows. Of course he remembered that there were no less than thousands of auxiliary guards eaten by Yan Huan.