Infernal Artist

The bloody skeleton listened silently.

But when the old man said everything, he still didn't know what the so-called "an opportunity" was.

The old man did not continue speaking, but fell into deep thought.

The bloody skeleton looked at him.

From his expression, the bloody skeleton saw a little hesitation and solemnity.

For a while.

The old man sighed and said: "If you want to explain it, it will cause a lot of trouble. We will directly manifest it and you will know everything."

The words fell.

The light on the torch seemed even more dazzling and brilliant.

The old man's figure became more solid and he said:

"Now we can talk."

The light shone on the bloody skeleton, reflecting seven or eight shadows behind him.

"I don't know what opportunity you are talking about?" the bloody skull asked.

The old man said: "In the past history, some things were not recorded, and the records of some things were even contradictory."

"Strictly speaking, in many cases it is not the mistakes of the historical recorders."

"But——"

A shadow behind the bloody skeleton stood up quietly.

It waved to the bloody skeleton and pointed behind the skeleton——

I saw numerous lights and shadows appearing there, gradually forming a world.

The old man said: "Don't worry, during the time you are gone, this shadow will replace you and stay on the main timeline."

"You need to witness something."

The bloody skeleton was silent for a moment, turned around, and walked towards the constantly flowing light and shadow.

Everything around him gradually became clear.

He found himself standing on the spire of a four-sided tower.

There are four identical scenes in the east, west, south and north directions of the tower.

It was an opera house.

A wonderful opera was being performed on the stage, and the audience was packed with seats.

"Parallel world." The bloody skeleton whispered.

The old man suddenly appeared next to him and said: "We are now at the intersection of four parallel worlds. Watch out, there will be a murder soon."

Sudden.

An opera singer on the stage pulled out a pistol and fired continuously at the man in the middle of the first row.

Among the three parallel worlds, the person sitting in the audience was immediately beaten to death.

Only a few guards suddenly appeared in the fourth parallel world, knocking down and subduing the killer the moment he fired.

The old man said: "Isn't it interesting? In many parallel worlds, the same things do happen, but there are also some parallel worlds where the fate of individual human beings has completely different results."

"It's indeed interesting, but what does this have to do with us?" the bloody skeleton asked.

"Watch it."

The old man leaned down and put his hand on the top of the tower.

A ray of light flew out from the top of the tower, sweeping across the four worlds in an instant, and finally landed in the world where the assassination failed.

"Selected as the main timeline history to fill in the gaps in history!" the old man shouted.

All of a sudden.

Three parallel worlds disappear.

The world where the assassination was foiled gradually unfolded and turned into a grand and boundless world.

In the opera house, the man sitting in the first row stood up and said, "Who is he?"

The entourage around him said: "We found out clearly. They were sent by your competitors to get rid of you before the election."

"I knew they were dirty, but I didn't expect them to be so dirty. Come on, it's time for us to take action," the man said.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Several followers said.

At this time, the old man said: "Let time go forward——"

The whole world suddenly turned into countless running lines, running like a waterfall.

"Stop." The old man said.

The world suddenly appeared before their eyes.

This is a classroom.

The weather was dull, the teacher was chattering on the podium, and the students below were drowsy.

"Third row, Grace, get up!" the teacher said suddenly.

"Yes!" A girl stood up in panic.

"In 1675, what was the outcome of the assassination of the then presidential candidate?" the teacher asked.

"Presidential candidate Greene was killed on the spot," the girl said.

"Are you sure?" The teacher's voice rose, seeming a little emotional.

The girl recalled it briefly and insisted: "Yes, teacher."

The whole room burst into laughter.

Someone whispered below: "The assassination failed, Green became president, and then launched a war - God, Grace..."

The girl was stunned.

"That's not right, I remember the book said he was dead." She said guiltily.

The teacher stood on the podium, put his hands on his hips and said, "Open the book to page 125 and read it yourself."

The girl actually opened the book and found page 125.

At this moment, the old man said: "Go and see."

The bloody skeleton stepped forward and looked at the book.

I saw that the small characters changed rapidly, and even the illustrations were completely changed. The original assassination scene became a podium for war.

That man survived!

The main timeline has also changed!

——It can still be like this! ! !

The bloody skeleton was a little shocked and stood silent for a while.

The girl was unaware of everything. She read through the book and said quickly: "I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot."

The teacher said expressionlessly: "Well, your attitude is not bad. Don't sleep in class next time, and don't make any noise when you sleep. Do you understand?"

"Yes." The girl said with a blush.

The old man patted the top of the tower gently.

All light and shadow disappeared instantly, and the world turned into floating gravel, scattering into the void.

Everything is restored to its original state.

The bloody skeleton found himself still standing on the ring, and the shadow returned to the ground and became the shadow of nothingness under his feet.

"I understand... sometimes history is confused because certain things in the past are unresolved." The bloody skeleton said.

"That's right." The old man said.

"Is this an opportunity for us humans?" the bloody skeleton asked.

The old man clapped his hands.

I saw heavy shadows appearing around the ring, like a mirror, condensing into the same ring, the same old man, and the same bloody skeleton.

"We have prepared a thousand parallel worlds, but everything can only be activated once, but..." the old man said.

"What's the problem?" the bloody skull asked.

"Your level is only a 'real person'. You will definitely fail if you enter it. You are not qualified to use this opportunity." The old man said.

“How can I get this opportunity?”

"Sanctification."

"Become...a saint?"

"Yes, I saw that you have prepared a safety rope and can withdraw from here at any time - you can avoid the monsters outside and leave safely."

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at the time and said, "With the strength of your soul, you can only stay here for ten more minutes."

As he spoke, lines of small burning characters appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes, which were exactly the same as what the old man said.

"There are only ten minutes left...I will come again when I recover," Liu Ping said.

"You can't enter from here next time. There are monsters here guarding the entrance - the torch will tell you where to enter next time." The old man said.

He slowly walked to Liu Ping, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered:

"Now I will seize the last moment to help you!"

He pushed hard.

Liu Ping immediately fell backward.

Ripples appeared in the void behind him, and he merged into it and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Bang!

Liu Ping fell heavily to the ground.

He found that he had revealed his true appearance, and the bloody skeleton had turned into a card, which he held in his hand.

"Put me away, the presence of skeletons on this occasion will be haunted." The bloody skeleton whispered.

Liu Ping looked around and saw himself standing in front of a martial arts gym.

The crowds around were bustling, filling every possible place to stay.

Someone came out of the martial arts hall and said loudly:

"quiet!"

"In five minutes, the admission selection will begin!"

When everyone heard these words, they immediately became quiet and waited silently for the time to pass.

Liu Ping looked at the people around him and couldn't help but feel confused.

——He really didn’t know why he was sent to such a timeline.

The old man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"We have already observed you. In fact, in order to give yourself more potential to fight against the enemy, you have also set a blank history for yourself."

"Me?" Liu Ping said in surprise.

"Yes," the old man said with a smile, "The giver of the torch told me that she saw a martial arts scripture in your memory, called 'Guizang's Most Excellent Martial Arts Sutra'."

Liu Ping's thoughts were flying, and he said as if he had been enlightened: "Yes, I created this martial arts scripture, but I don't remember its content at all. It turns out that this is the case. I haven't remembered it yet. This shows that everything about it has nothing to do with it." It’s not decided yet!”

"Smart! Please start creating it. If you can make it a transcendent and holy martial arts scripture, then we will find a way to get historical recorders to fix this period of history." The old man said.

Let history settle...

Liu Ping seemed to be aware of it and looked into the void.

I saw an illusory figure appearing there, holding a pamphlet and writing something quickly.

——No one can see that figure.

When the figure saw him looking over, he nodded and said: "There are ferocious enemies in the void, waiting for you to fall into the trap; in this nightmare world layer, the monster also found something wrong. If you don't improve your strength next time, , there will be no way to escape its attack.”

"Do I want to create Wu Ji Jing here?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes, this martial arts scripture must surpass all the power in the world. It is your last hope. Only it can help you become a saint." The figure said.

As the figure spoke, he displayed the written historical passage in front of Liu Ping:

"In the infinite world, only a few people can understand the power of the world and the spirit, and thus create a set of extraordinary and holy martial arts."

"Liu Ping's last soul arrived at the blank historical moment he reserved for himself."

"What is the level of Wu Ji Jing?"

"Success and failure, life and death, everything depends on this."

"-Historians are recording."

Liu Ping finished reading and said, "What if I fail?"

"The record is over." The figure said.

Not knowing what he thought of, the figure trembled and continued: "If you are completely dead, I will also be cut by fate, and my vitality will be severely damaged. I'm afraid I will never recover-"

"So we must win! Liu Ping!"