Spoilers for all the worlds

"You guy." Tony Stark was not angry. He stared at Aizen closely and suddenly sneered, "I won't argue with you. Anyone who has seen the Death Star knows what's going on."

Emilia was originally nervous when she saw how she and her acquaintances died. But watching the group of people arguing in front of me made me relax a lot.

Song Que remained silent. The scene that unfolded in the river of time just now made his already calm heart stir up waves again.

He really couldn't use words to describe what that scene was like.

The past and future of a world are fully unfolded from the perspective of the children of destiny... Let them, the bystanders, use a God's perspective to look at and know the world.

In the end, the long river of history was even condensed into a star floating overhead.

He didn't know whether this was a means of creating the world, or whether it was simply tracing back to the past and deducing the future... But he knew in his heart that ordinary gods might not be able to do such a thing.

In other words, the person in front of me is an existence that can be ranked among the top among gods.

"Could it be the legendary Haotian God?" Song Que's thoughts flashed in his mind, "No, if we deduce the secrets of heaven, looking back in time, this method is somewhat similar to the method of the legendary Human Emperor Fuxi."

Could it be said that all ancient myths are true?

And the person on the bronze throne shrouded in mist is the legendary Fuxi?

That's not right. The more Song Que thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it. The temperament of the god who couldn't be looked at directly in front of him was generally dark, which was completely different from the majestic Fuxi he imagined.

"By the way," Zhang Sanfeng cast his eyes on Song Que and asked softly, "Mr. Song, aren't you going to take a look at your future?"

Song Que was silent for a long time, then turned his palms.

He stared expressionlessly at the cards that appeared one after another. After a brief thought, he took out two cards from them, namely the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques and the Heavenly Sword Sword Technique.

He threw it in the direction of Su Han, his voice was hoarse and low, "Then, please, please show me my future, Chief of Parliament."

Su Han calmly accepted the two cards. Without saying a word, he tapped his fingers gently on the back of the chair.

The void shook, endless fog gathered, and vast scenes emerged.

That was the grand scene of Yangzhou City. Time passed rapidly. Two young people who came out of Yangzhou embarked on the road of martial arts by various chances and coincidences, and then embarked on the road to strive for world hegemony.

Their lives have been extremely exciting, and they have met countless heroes, peerless masters, and peerless beauties. He has commanded tens of thousands of armies and conquered the world...

However, in the end, they still gave up the throne that countless people dreamed of and retired to the mountains and fields. Let Li Shimin successfully ascend the throne.

The endless mist wrapped around the vast picture continued to gather, and finally turned into a light green monster star, floating quietly above Song Que's head.

"...Li Shimin."

Song Que tightened his grip on the armrests of the chair, his brows twitching. He hoped to help the Han Dynasty, so he was not very fond of Li Shimin, who was of impure Han descent. But fate played tricks on people, and in the end... that person actually stepped onto the throne.

Although it was just a glimpse, Song Que was sure that he should choose those two sons of destiny in that future...

Thinking of this, Song Que's eyes turned cold. You can't blame him for being angry. Those two sons of destiny were too dissatisfied. In the end, they seemed to have no fight, so they just gave up everything and retired to the mountains and fields? This approach is completely incomprehensible.

"What I saw just now was too rough," Song Que forced down the idea of ​​troublesome Yangzhou Shuanglong. He thought to himself, "Maybe I overlooked something... I will make a decision after I understand everything clearly."

"Mr. Song, it turns out that you were from the Sui and Tang Dynasties." Zhang Sanfeng was sincerely impressed and said with emotion, "You were the great master of that era."

"However, I seem to have never heard of any great masters in history? Nor have I heard of the Heavenly Sword Song Que, the three great masters, Cihang Jingzhai or anything like that." Huang Rong was puzzled and finally sighed, " It’s all my fault that I didn’t study hard in the past, otherwise I would definitely know what’s going on now.”

"Miss Huang Rong," Zhang Sanfeng looked at Huang Rong and spoke carefully, "I have some knowledge about the Sui and Tang Dynasties. And I am very sure that in that period of history that I know, there is absolutely no sect like Cihang Jingzhai. exist."

"What do you mean?" Huang Rong's expression froze.

"Yes," Zhang Sanfeng nodded seriously, "Just like Qin Shihuang, he should not be a figure from the past and future of our world... but another martial arts world with the inheritance of Yan and Huang."

"Wait a minute," Song Que's expression changed. The content of the discussion between the two contained too much information, which made him unable to calm down. "Who is Qin Shi Huang you are talking about?"

"It's me." Ying Zheng said abruptly.

"...You." Song Que suddenly turned his head, his eyes like blades, looking up and down at Ying Zheng, who was shrouded in fog.

After a brief silence, he spoke with a cold voice, "Don't make such jokes. The Great Qin Emperor has long since died, and the Great Qin has also died... Now, even the Han Dynasty no longer exists."

"So, what you are in now is a special parliament that connects countless worlds." Huang Rong sighed, "You didn't understand Xiaoyu's words well just now."

"Yes, yes," Xiaoyu waved her fist, looking a little aggrieved, "Even if you are that great master, you can't do this...it's too rude."

"You mean, among the worlds connected by China Unicom, there are worlds that happened to be in the Qin era hundreds of years ago?"

Song Que reacted, his pupils dilated, and he was so shocked that he couldn't describe it in words. However, Song Que did not look at Su Han on the Bronze Throne, mainly because he had suffered too much loss before.

But Song Que knew very well that the scene in front of him must have been created and shaped by this mysterious parliament speaker.

Thinking of his previous guess, Song Que suddenly wanted to laugh. Suspected of their world, the mythical Fuxi?

Can Fuxi do such a thing?

Not only can it retroactively deduce the past and future of the world, but it can also summon countless people from completely different but similar worlds into a parliament that transcends the world.

This one is not the god in their mythology, but the god who is above the world... Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe him as the supreme immortal god.

"Don't be so panicked," Huang Rong saw Song Que being silent and thought he was hit, so she immediately comforted him, "In your eyes, Qin Shihuang is an ancient, but in our eyes... you are an ancient too!"