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Chapter 1469: Sublimation of the Authority of Destiny (3)

Among these statues, Zhou Ning saw many familiar faces:

A beautiful sun goddess wearing a white hood and a robe of the same color.

The moon goddess, wearing the same clothes but in opposite colors, exudes a slightly mysterious air.

The goddess of life wearing a green priest robe and holding a vine staff.

Wearing a golden helmet and armor, holding a sheathless sword, he looks like a majestic god of war.

With gray hair and deep eyes, he is still the god of knowledge and wisdom in the appearance of a middle-aged wizard.

A giant female figure, an earth goddess wearing a wreath of thorns.

Apart from this, Zhou Ning did not see the figures of the God of Death, Craftsmen and Alchemy. Instead, he saw several relatively unfamiliar figures.

Considering they were born in the Second Epoch, Lao Chuang had already fallen by then. This is also a very logical thing. If it really happened, it would be a horror story. Hey, why am I pursuing logic again? Zhou Ning couldn't help but reflect.

These statues are in very good condition, as if they were cleaned regularly, and even their colors remain bright.

Normally, the kingdom of God can condense and preserve divinity, but after years of erosion, there is little divinity left on these statues.

But the breath of fate here is so strong that it is unimaginable. Here, the flowers of fate have become golden silk threads that are entangled and entangled with each other, forming silk cocoons.

Zhou Ning hesitated for a few seconds, and after taking precautions, he stepped into the hall.

As Zhou Ning went deeper, he could keenly sense the statues moving. They slowly tilted their heads, their gazes fixed on him. The Sun Goddess had at some point raised the Sunlight Crown; the War God's sword was halfway raised. But upon meeting Zhou Ning's gaze, they solidified back into statues.

This is a normal phenomenon after the remaining divinity of these statues is stimulated.

Zhou Ning raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The divinity of these statues was collectively suppressed, and the originally moving footsteps and turning heads froze in place.

He ignored the statues and headed into the hall. The hall still retained the unique character of the Kingdom of God, its spaciousness far exceeding its exterior appearance. The stone pillars beside the statues were engraved with lines of "divine script" older than ancient Faeric script, each one recording the great achievements of the Creator God.

There are "divine texts" boasting about his creation of the world in seven days, contents about him fighting against various ancient gods and becoming the savior of the world, contents about him using his own authority to create gods and becoming the father of gods; there are even contents about him fighting against the gods outside the starry sky.

Zhou Ning observed that the contents of these inscriptions differed slightly from those in the simulator, but were essentially in sync with the records in Genesis. As Zhou Ning viewed these inscriptions, the divine energy surrounding him reflexively expanded, becoming extremely dense. It then condensed into one giant, dark blue in color, clad in white robes, pacing the scene. Visions of him hunting dragons and battling ancient gods appeared.

Does this work too?

Zhou Ning's eyes froze slightly. This God of Creation really is everywhere!

Fortunately, the giant that was condensed had no intention of attacking. As Zhou Ning went deeper, he just turned his head and looked at him with a complicated look.

After pausing for a few seconds, Zhou Ning continued to move forward.

On the way, he saw scenes that were either familiar or unfamiliar.

In a magnificent banquet hall, time seemed to have stood still. Dishes of food lay spread out on a massive table. The shadowy figures of deities sat at the tables. Zhou Ning could even clearly see their expressions, filled with solemnity and uneasiness.

This is a scene from the Last Supper!

He saw the moment when the God of Creation went crazy and out of control, and the Sun Goddess summoned sunlight to bombard the God of Creation from behind.

He saw that somewhere in the starry sky, the long river of destiny was emerging. With rays of white light, human beings appeared here one by one to accept the judgment of fate.

Even someone as powerful as the God of Creation cannot change his fate.

Feeling the excitement of fate, Zhou Ning, surrounded by blue-black giants, came step by step to the deepest part of the hall, where there was a huge statue of the God of Creation.

It is over forty meters tall, wearing a simple white robe, slightly curly hair, a wreath of thorns on its head, and mysterious symbols embossing all around its body.

Below is another huge stone tablet, engraved with a line of words in "divine script", which is a riddle:

"Invisible hands weave the threads of day and night. The stars whisper ancient prophecies, and the reflection in the mirror is an unopened letter. Light as a sigh, heavy as a vow, the allegory of the palm prints meanders in the dark river. It is a puzzle, and also an answer. Woven by eternity—?"

A blank space was left below for the answer. This was followed by the blessing Zhou Ning heard or saw for the third time:

"Good luck."

This... Zhou Ning now truly believed that the God of Creation had written novels before becoming the God of Creation. He was a typical literary youth, with literary talent as high as a three-story building, completely different from himself who was not good at poetry.

An inspiration so strong that it was almost precognitive told Zhou Ning that he only had one chance to answer. If he answered incorrectly, he would forever lose the opportunity to sublimate the power of his destiny.

But isn’t this a free point question?

The "invisible hand" corresponds to the unpredictable power of fate, the "day and night thread" alludes to the dimension of time. The "reflection in the mirror" refers to the omen of the future, the "parable of palm lines" echoes the interpretation of fate, and the last two sentences metaphorically represent the duality of fate, while "weaving" echoes the three goddesses of fate in Greek mythology.

Adding to this the purpose of this trip, isn’t the answer obvious?

Zhou Ning didn't hesitate at all. Without thinking, he stretched out his fingers and wrote two words in the "divine script":

"t?0?3xh (fate)!"

Two words were engraved on the base. The "Original Genesis" held in Zhou Ning's hand emitted a dazzling light, turning into a beam of light that sank into the inscription.

At this moment, as if some kind of resonance had been formed, all the statues of the righteous gods along the way bent down, and the eyes of the walking blue-black giants collectively became clear and looked up at Zhou Ning.

In a dark underground area, the Sun Goddess and the Life Spirit Goddess behind her raised their heads together.

All things related to fate resonated simultaneously. The small, tattered book opened on its own, revealing lines of scribbled praise, culminating in images of pandas burning incense. A new chapter of mythology slowly emerged from the pages of Genesis.

Throughout the divine realm, a large amount of mercury-colored illusory tide surged up at some point, shining with various symbols of fate.

Where the illusory tide surged, the thread of fate seemed to have life and extended towards Zhou Ning, as if it wanted to wrap him up.

Zhou Ning did not dodge, allowing the silk threads to entangle him and form a silk cocoon.