Slay the God: Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 289 The Future of Daxia

"What do you mean? What do you mean the day when I become a god is not far away?" Li Mingxuan's heart was shocked. He narrowed his eyes, stared at Wang and asked in a deep voice.

Wang Mian was a person who traveled through time from the future. What he said just now clearly meant that he had witnessed his future self with his own eyes.

Not only that, the implication of his words clearly meant that he would become a god in the future.

However... at this moment, Li Mingxuan is only at the peak of Klein realm, and has not even broken through the state of mind, which is far from the path to becoming a god.

Becoming a god is still a long way off for him, but from the tone of the old man Wang Mian, it seems as if he will become a god soon.

Li Mingxuan couldn't help but frown, and an indescribable feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart.

"I can only tell you this much, otherwise the cause and effect involved are too serious." The old man stared at Li Mingxuan and shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Li Mingxuan stopped asking questions and sat quietly on the boat. He looked at the old king and slowly said, "What will the future of Daxia be like?"

"The future of Daxia..." The old man stared at Li Mingxuan for a long time, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"In the world I live in, everything is developing as I wish. The Masked Team is still firmly protecting Daxia, and Daxia is not afraid to fight fiercely against the Outer Gods..."

Li Mingxuan listened quietly, and seemed to have noticed something. He looked at the old man Wang Mian and asked softly: "The Masked Team is still there, right..."

The old man nodded, his eyes gleaming with relief: "Yes, they are still here, thanks to you. If it weren't for you... they would have died, so I took you to get the power of faith in Takamagahara to repay you for this favor..."

When saying this, the old man Wang Mian's tone was full of gratitude.

After hearing this, Li Mingxuan finally understood why Wang Mian took him to Takama-ga-hara to obtain the power of faith.

That is, the future self changed the fate of the Masked Team.

However, changing the fate of the Masked Team was part of his plan, but he didn't know how his future self would do it.

As time went by, the small boat carrying Li Mingxuan and the old man Wang Mian gradually arrived at the border of Daxia.

The rolling fog surrounded them like surging waves, as if it would swallow them up.

Faced with such a dangerous environment, the elderly Wang showed no fear, but appeared to be exceptionally calm and composed.

The old man Wang Mian slowly took out a piece of silver iron as big as a nameplate from his pocket and gently handed it to Li Mingxuan.

"This is something that can help you navigate the fog! I also gave one to each of Lin Qiye and the others. These things should have been handed over to them by Shao Pingge."

After hearing this, Li Mingxuan nodded silently and took the piece of iron sheet.

It was because he changed Zhou Ping's fate that Zhou Ping did not have to go to the Mist. Lin Qiye and the others naturally would not go to the Mist, and they would not ask Shao Pingge for the nameplate.

But as the saying goes, nothing is certain, and fate always seems to have the ability to correct itself.

So the old man Wangmian crossed time and space and came here from the future...

Just like that, Li Mingxuan and the old man Wang Mian boarded the small and quiet boat together, quietly sailed away from Daxia, stepped into the mysterious fog, and headed towards Takama-ga-hara...

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Jiuhua Mountain...

Surrounded by clouds and mist, with peaks and ridges rising one after another, it looks like a fairyland.

In this mysterious and solemn mountain range, an ancient Buddhist temple is looming, and the surrounding area is filled with melodious Sanskrit sounds, which makes people feel awe.

Suddenly, three figures rushed over from afar like lightning, and arrived at the gate of the Buddhist temple in the blink of an eye. They were of different shapes, but all exuded a powerful aura.

These three people are the goddess of night Nyx, Lord of Mount Tai Haoran, and Ye Fan, the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch of Daxia.

Haoran stopped and looked around sharply.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself: "I didn't expect that old man Jin Chanzi would have such leisure and elegance."

However, Nyx was indifferent to everything around her. Her attention was completely focused on Zhou Ping's heart in her hand, which was tightly wrapped by the source of darkness.

At this time, Zuo Qing, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, saw Ye Fan and others coming, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the temple door, and led them into the temple, going straight to the Buddha Hall.

Along the way, Ye Fan turned to Zuo Qing and asked, "Zuo Qing, did you bring the things?"

Zuo Qing's lips trembled slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded and said softly, "I brought it..."

Then, Ye Fan seemed to remember something and asked, "My master shouldn't have come out of retreat yet, right?"

Zuo Qing answered truthfully: "Master Jinchan is still working hard to restore the origin of the Heavenly Palace and is not here."

After getting a definite answer, Ye Fan just nodded, then quickened his pace and headed towards the Buddhist temple.

Ye Fan walked towards the door of the main hall. He stopped and stared quietly at the solemn Buddha statue in the hall. He took a deep breath, looked at Zuo Qing and said in a deep voice:

"Close the mountain! No one is allowed to step into this place... Even if they come here, they must wait outside the gate."

Zuo Qing stared at Ye Fan closely, his eyes full of worry. He glanced at Nix and Haoran, and couldn't help but remind him again: "Ye Fan, have you really made up your mind? Even with the help of Nix and Taishan Mansion Lord, your life is still in great danger."

Ye Fan smiled slightly and shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't care: "It doesn't matter. The two of them were willing to lend a hand, which was beyond my expectation... I was originally prepared to give up my life, but now... there is a glimmer of hope."

After saying that, Ye Fan waved his hand and turned his gaze to the center of the hall.

Seeing this, Zuo Qing frowned even more tightly. He knew clearly that it would be difficult to dissuade Ye Fan today.

After a lot of inner struggle and entanglement, he could only sigh helplessly and placed all his hopes on Nyx and Haoran.

"If I die or fall into a coma..." Ye Fan looked at Zuo Qing, who had a worried look on his face, and said softly. He stretched out his right hand and gently patted his shoulder, with a slight smile on his face: "Then the Night Watchman will be handed over to you. I believe you can do it..."

Hearing this, Zuo Qing's face became more miserable, but he still managed to force a smile that was uglier than crying and responded.

"I... will try my best."