Infernal Artist

"A parade of day and night."

"The weird card, the ultimate card of time (the only one)."

"Explanation: On the premise of not affecting major historical results, you can consume strange power to make 'a certain day' in the real world's history happen again, overwriting the original day."

"Cooling time: one hour."

"—a gift from the Lord of Time."

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Just because this card was burning and turned into ashes in front of everyone.

When it is burned, another card hidden inside is exposed.

That's a black card.

The entire card seemed to be sealed by darkness. It did not reveal any ripples of power and had no effect at all.

"Is this a safe moment?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes, the entire timeline has become unsafe. Only this card records the only safe moment." The voice of the Lord of Time came.

Liu Ping looked back at everyone.

Huangquan Machine said: "The Six Paths Contract is not affected by the timeline. I will contact you soon after you return."

The historical recorder said: "My mission has been completed. I am about to leave with you and go to the nightmare layer to tell the news to the remaining humans."

Liu Ping nodded and said softly: "Master?"

"Go ahead, you have become a saint. I won't be able to help you with the rest." The old Taoist said with a smile.

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"Of course, I am an immortal in the heaven. Sooner or later, we will fight side by side again." The old Taoist said cautiously.

Liu Ping's temperament suddenly changed, and he said fiercely: "You old man, don't die, otherwise I will have to avenge you when the time comes, and I will be annoyed to death."

"I won't die, you little bastard, go quickly! Go quickly!" the old man said, glaring.

Liu Ping snorted and held the black card.

The voice of the Lord of Time came from the card:

"Because this is the only time I can intercept data privately, I can only use it once—"

"You need to crush it."

Liu Ping crushed the card as instructed.

Lines of burning small characters quickly appeared in front of his eyes:

"You triggered the current secret card."

"At a certain moment, the card's seal is returning to the time stream it belongs to."

"You are about to return to that time stream, insert it from the timeline, and return to that moment."

"start!"

All small words are suspended.

All of a sudden.

The whole world disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

He only felt a huge force coming from his hand, pulling him fiercely, and traveling towards the endless mist of time.

The wind howled.

The sound of the wind was mixed with countless whispers, coming from all directions, telling what was happening in the long line of time.

Liu Ping looked around and saw large tracts of fog piled up into mountains in the void, floating above the timeline, as if trying to cover up something.

The voice of the historical recorder then sounded:

"Attention, I have reached the moment when you accepted the challenge in the nightmare world, and I have to leave."

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"It depends on whether you can survive, because you have changed so much of the past that the entire timeline is constantly turbulent, changing, and changing." The historical recorder said.

A vague figure emerged from behind Liu Ping, gradually deviating from his path and falling towards the timeline below.

History recorder!

He looked back at Liu Ping and said softly: "Because of the absence of that moment, what you experienced on that timeline will become blank - you need to start over."

"Take care of yourself!"

After saying that, he fell into the raging fog below and quickly disappeared.

As soon as the historical recorder left, a line of small burning characters suddenly appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes:

“Everything you have done in the past will be waiting for you in the blank moments of the future.”

A stuck book suddenly appeared on Liu Ping's body——

Couple of dead souls!

The card book opened automatically, and the cards inside were scattered in the wind one by one, falling towards different timelines.

Liu Ping quickly grabbed the card book and took a look, only to see that there were only a few cards left in it.

"Why are you all leaving?" he couldn't help but ask.

A line of burning small words appeared:

"Because you changed the past, their fate changes and they go back to the future."

"Only a very small number of cards can stay with you."

Liu Ping looked at the two cards marked "Death" and couldn't help but sigh.

These are two members of the fighting team, Xingchen and White Wolf.

If everything is reset, what's the point of everything you've done before?

No!

It is precisely because of everything he has done before that he can change everyone's destiny and give everyone this only chance to come back.

This time...

Will it make any difference?

Liu Ping clenched his fists and suddenly shouted: "Come on!"

The mist rose into the sky like a mountain, enveloping him in it, and disappeared from the darkness of nothingness.

…

dark.

The dark sky covers everything.

In the endless cemetery, there is a simple barracks.

There was silence.

In the barracks, blood flowed from the injured bodies and dripped onto the ground along the edges of the beds.

A line of burning small words floated gently in the void:

"The pursuers are coming."

"Repeat again, the pursuers are coming."

"time left:"

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:19"

"..."

Time passes slowly.

suddenly.

The dripping blood flew back to the injured monks.

Everything flows backwards.

The small characters in the void also retracted backwards.

After a few seconds, these small burning words resurfaced:

"The pursuers are coming."

"Repeat again, the pursuers are coming."

"time left:"

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:20"

"01:19"

"..."

Liu Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself standing in the darkness of eternal night, and the ground was lined with tombstones that stretched to the end of the world.

——Vision restored.

Not only his eyesight, but also a new arm grew out of the broken arm.

My age has changed from five to nineteen.

The body is intact, the meridians are smooth, and the spiritual power is limited, only about the peak level of Qi refining.

A voice suddenly sounded:

"Fellow Taoist, how is your injury?"

Liu Ping looked to one side and saw a cultivator waving his hands and making gestures, controlling the corpses to fall into the coffins, then cover the coffins and send them to the soil to sink slowly.

The buryer.

It turns out that this is the moment...

Then it was obvious that the trackers were coming.

really.

Just as Liu Ping was thinking about it, the practitioner had already put away the magic formula and said with a smile:

"Fellow Taoist, please rest here while I go to see Shangfeng."

"Okay." Liu Ping said.

"I will report your matter, and there will probably be corresponding arrangements soon. Please wait patiently here and pay more attention to your safety."

"Thank you for your trouble." Liu Ping smiled.

The man nodded at him and swept toward the corner of the camp hundreds of feet away.

——In that corner, there is an inconspicuous small teleportation circle.

The man stood up and the teleportation array immediately began to operate.

Soon, with a few flashes of light, he disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

he's gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher.

There was dead silence in the cemetery.

Only time keeps passing.

"00:04"

"00:03"

"00:02"

"00:01"

"The pursuers have arrived."

"The rewriting of history has begun. Please take this only opportunity seriously."

The small character burning flashed and quickly disappeared into nothingness.

The corners of Liu Ping's mouth curled up slightly.

The next second.

Sand...sand...sand...

A burst of footsteps sounded from behind.

I saw a burly cultivator lifting the curtain and walking out of the barracks.

"Is this a place like this? Those guys in charge of treatment are really irresponsible. I obviously passed out, so why was I thrown into a mass burial?"

The martial arts practitioner said cursingly.

Their eyes met.

"Fellow Taoist, were you thrown here too?" the martial arts practitioner asked.

"Exactly." Liu Ping said.

"I am Wang Cheng, a disciple of Lu Yunmen." The martial arts practitioner said with his fists in hand.

"I'm Liu Ping."

"Liu Ping?"

"Yes, when I came this time, I really didn't bring too many spiritual stones. I don't know what happened, but it just disappeared."

"what are you saying?"

"I'm saying - I have a little gift for you."

"Give me?"

"Yes, I have gone through such a long time, and now I finally come back here and see you again - I really brought you a gift."

Liu Ping had a gentle smile on his face and spoke seriously and politely.

If an experienced or historical recorder were here, they would definitely find that his personality was actually changed by one of the two seeds of power at this moment, which is why he acted like this.

Wu Xiu was a little at a loss, clasped his fists and said, "...Fellow Daoist Liu, you are too polite."

"It's okay, it's okay. We are destined to meet each other. Please accept it."

Liu Ping held his fist and bowed again, then gently turned the thorn ring on his finger.

Sudden changes occurred——

A towering mountain peak suddenly appeared.

This turned out to be a mountain made entirely of gold!

boom! ! !

The golden mountain fell from the sky and collided violently with the earth, causing huge smoke and dust to rise into the sky.

Wang Cheng had no time to react and was already pinned down the mountain.

Waited for a few breaths.

Liu Ping turned the ring again.

The golden mountain suddenly disappeared.

Liu Ping made a magic formula at will.

Wang Cheng's body flew up and landed firmly in the coffin.

——Wang Cheng died long ago, but his eyes were still open unwillingly.

It seemed that until the moment of death, he still couldn't believe that he was crushed to death by a golden mountain before he could even say a few words.

The coffin closed and slowly sank toward the ground.

Liu Ping raised his head, looked at the dark sky of eternal night, and murmured in a low voice:

"Long wait, everyone."