Beginning Clock-In Emperor

The fate is long and mighty.

It lasts forever, immortal forever.

All beings cannot escape the grasp of fate.

But there are exceptions, as long as you successfully jump out of the long river of fate, you can not be at the mercy of fate.

Xia Chen singled out the people outside of fate.

Now, he was about to enter the source of destiny, to meet the destiny that surpassed all beings for a while.

The mysterious veil of fate is about to be lifted.

Boom...

At this time, downstream of destiny, there is an ancient ship slowly upstream.

This is the ancient ship of the era.

At the bow of the ship, Xia Chen, the clone of Destiny, and the Nuwa clan Qinglin.

The three of them stood here looking at the upstream of destiny, and the more they went up, the more they felt a sense of depression and anxiety.

That is the oppression from destiny, and all beings have this feeling.

"Do you really want to challenge your fate?"

As a member of the Nuwa tribe, Qinglin knows the terrible fate best.

She cautiously reminded: "Fate is a taboo in the Great Chaos. Even the Pangu tribe was once planted in the hands of destiny."

"My Nuwa clan is even more constrained by destiny for generations and cannot be free."

"There is no good result that touches fate."

She warned repeatedly.

But Xia Chen didn't hear a word.

He wanted to solve this powerful black hand hidden in the Chaos Sea, and he had to cut off this hand, otherwise the Chaos Sea would not be under his control.

Fate, the biggest black hand in Chaos Sea, Xia Chen must be eradicated.

There is also a black hand, which is the matrix of that system. Currently, the existence of the system matrix has not been found, otherwise Xia Chen would have solved it long ago.

Now officially face the fate, cut it off, make it unable to touch the Chaos Sea, and break the fate of the Chaos Sea.

"Didn't you say that in the Great Chaos, the Pangu clan ranked first?"

Xia Chen looked at her sideways, with a hint of doubt in her tone.

As the number one Pangu tribe, is it actually planted in the hands of destiny?

Qinglin smiled bitterly: "It's true that it's the number one ranking, but the Pangu people are still planted in the hands of destiny, enough to see the terrible fate."

"As powerful as the Pangu tribe, they are all played by fate. If you touch fate now, there will be no good results."

"I advise you to dispel this idea. After all, if you really meet your destiny, you will have nowhere to hide in the Chaos Sea."

She gave a serious warning.

Xia Chen fell into deep thought after hearing this, but did not answer.

Back?

impossible!

There is no word "backward" in Xia Chen's dictionary, only facing the difficulties and moving forward.

Anything that blocks his footsteps, no matter what it is, will be destroyed.

Fate is no exception.

"It's blocking my way and must be eradicated."

He suddenly raised his head, with a touch of firmness in his eyes.

This caused Qing Lin to sigh, but after all, he couldn't dissuade him.

The person in front of you is like a dazzling Star, glowing with fiery light along the way, fearless.

This made her seem to see the shadow of a certain great existence.

"You look a lot like the Pangu."

She suddenly said something.

Xia Chen asked in surprise: "Am I like the Pangu?"

"Yes." Qinglin looked at him seriously and said, "The Pangu clan is as fearless as you. Perhaps this is the reason why the Pangu clan is so powerful."

"perhaps you're right."

Speaking of this, Qing Lin suddenly realized something, showing a different style on her face.

Her eyes burned, and she realized a kind of temperament from Xia Chen's body, which was a confident, powerful, undaunted will, and never surrendered.

"Isn't it just a destiny, what's so terrible?"

Xia Chen smiled dumbly: "No matter what it is that blocks my way, then all will be wiped out."

"You avatar..." Qing Lin looked at the destiny avatar who had been silent beside her.

When he was mentioned, he turned his head to reveal a faint smile and nodded slightly.

"He is called Destiny, so you should be very clear that there is no room for reconciliation between me and Destiny. I do not have him."

Xia Chen's tone was calm, as if telling a simple thing.

"destiny?"

Qinglin's face changed slightly, and she suddenly understood.

No wonder Xia Chen was able to master the power of destiny. It turned out that he opened up the avenue of destiny and created a clone of destiny.

In this way, there is really no way to reconcile, there can only be one between him and Destiny.

After all, there is only one destiny, the supreme one.

Anyone who steals the power of the destiny avenue will usher in the destruction of fate.

This is simply the kind of immortality that touched the core of fate.

Therefore, Xia Chen took the initiative to solve the trouble.

"No wonder..." She understood, and said no more.

Now that it's all for this, only by solving fate can we truly be free.

"This long river is not the mainstream."

Qing Lin glanced at the mighty river around him and said.

She reminded: "Destiny almost covers the entire Chaos. The seas of billions of chaos have tributaries of destiny."

"The long river of destiny in front of us is a tributary of this Chaos Sea, and its source comes from the mainstream destiny branches of the Great Chaos."

With this explanation, Xia Chen gradually fell into a vague decline.

Have more understanding of the details of fate.

It seems that the power of destiny is beyond his imagination.

However, what we are facing now is not the deity of destiny, but the incarnation of the source of a tributary.

As long as it is resolved, the connection between the source and the Great Chaos is cut off, and the source of destiny here is swallowed to achieve a clone of destiny.

In this way, you can escape the detection and perception of fate when you enter the Great Chaos in the future.

This is Xia Chen's ultimate goal. Destroying fate is only a process, and obtaining the source of fate is the real goal.

"My deity, it's coming."

At this moment, the clone of Fate gave a solemn expression and said a word of reminder.

The two stopped talking and looked up.

I saw an unknown place in the upper reaches of the Long River. The endless source of destiny was tumbling, turning into a mighty torrent.

There is the source of destiny.

"Era, you have crossed the line."

Suddenly, a voice came from the source of destiny.

Indifferent, emptiness, giving people a sense of emptiness.

It seems that it does not exist, but it does exist.

The three of Xia Chen's expressions were solemn, and they were about to face their fate. What kind of existence was he?

For fate, he still has too many mysteries and puzzles.

Facing fate now naturally has a trace of seriousness and dignity, a sense of dignity that has never been felt before.

"Era, I allow you to drift in the long river of fate, but it is not the reason for you to offend the deity."

"Go away, otherwise you will sleep forever."

The voice of fate came from the source again.

The indifferent voice did not contain a trace of emotion, and it was a bit colder than that of the Celestial Clan.

Xia Chen's expression became more and more solemn, unexpectedly unable to capture the breath and position of fate.

This is serious.

Destiny, powerful and terrible, is somewhat beyond imagination and expectations.

"No, you are not Epoch."

Suddenly, the voice from the source came again.

Destiny sensed the strangeness, did not sense the breath of Epoch, but a strange and powerful breath that made him feel threatened.

"Era is dead?"

The source was boiling, and a mysterious wave came.

Xia Chen's mind was shocked, and he caught the special and mysterious wave.

The will of fate swept through and was felt by him.

"Hey, it turned out to be someone who stole the power of the deity."

"Ant, dare to desecrate the deity?"

Feeling the existence of the clone of destiny, in the source, that powerful will reveals a trace of anger.

Someone has stolen the power of his great power.

"Fate, show up for a battle."

Xia Chen stepped out in one step, and his voice directly passed into the source of fate.

Huh!

At this time, the Fate clone came to the side with a door hanging above its head, and the two stepped into the source of destiny step by step.

Only Qinglin, a member of the Nuwa tribe, stayed on the ancient ship and watched the scene nervously.

Xia Chen and the avatar stepped into the source of the long river of fate together, fighting fate fiercely.

This battle is to solve the threat of destiny, but also to seize the sovereignty of the road of destiny.

In the battle to seize the Tao, either you will die or I will die.

"Fate, come to fight!"

With a loud shout.

Xia Chen suddenly exploded, and hundreds of millions of chaos in his body were vented at the same time, and a powerful force was accumulated and punched into the source of destiny.

The battle of fate has begun.

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