Chapter 1867

These world-destroying crises.

All had to do with a certain existence.

That was... Fate.

Fate recorded the life numbers of all living beings, yet it could only record them and could not completely control them.

When Fate developed self-awareness, it naturally wanted to rewrite all of this.

The fates of living beings are changeable and difficult to control.

Then, destroy all living beings.

And then restart, creating a batch of humans manipulated by itself.

For many eras, Fate had been repeating similar things.

In every era, Nuwa created humans under its secret control, but unfortunately, no matter which era it was, the ending made it very dissatisfied.

So, it carried out one world destruction after another.

Until the end of the previous era, when the people of the previous era created the Pangu clan.

The Pangu clan survived the world-destroying crisis, lived until this era, and became Fate's greatest enemy.

Fate had set its sights on the Pangu clan.

While fearing the Pangu clan and wanting to destroy them, it also wanted to obtain the method of creating the Pangu clan.

In Fate's view, the Pangu clan were extremely perfect humans.

If it destroyed the existing Pangu clan and then created its own Pangu clan, with the assistance of this group of perfect humans, it would become an immortal true god and the strongest existence controlling everything.

Likewise, in that way, the world would not need to be destroyed again.

Looking at it this way, Fate's original intention seemed good—to prevent the world from being destroyed again.

But if you added the premise of it achieving its goal, you would find how cruel it was.

Before achieving its goal, who knows how many eras were destroyed because of Fate.

By comparison, the Pangu clan was the most righteous among the several forces.

From the very beginning, they existed only to eliminate Fate, and nothing else.

To eliminate Fate, they could even sacrifice the lives of their entire clan.

As for the people of the previous era hiding in the Eternal Kingdom?

Su Xuan did not think much of them.

Back to the main topic.

It was precisely to completely control everything that Fate was so keen on destroying the world.

Four years ago, following the failure of Nuwa to destroy the world.

Fate began a new round of games; it was already prepared to take action itself.

However, before taking action itself, it could still make some attempts.

Just like this return of Chang'e to the world.

It was one of the "fates" it had planned before reorganizing.

"Then, this time, in what direction will things develop?"

Su Xuan was very curious.

In the suburbs, there was a large villa; this was the villa of the Holy Mother of Yaochi.

In terms of scale, the Holy Mother of Yaochi's villa was even more luxurious than Wanyan Bupo's.

This was not strange.

Although the Holy Mother of Yaochi had not been in the present world for long and was still trying to adapt to everything in the present world.

But the Holy Mother of Yaochi possessed the Earth Book among the three books of Heaven, Earth, and Man; with the help of the Earth Book, although she could not rewrite fate, she could rewrite all phenomena.

With the power of the Earth Book, she could easily obtain a large amount of wealth.

She could even make the bar under Ma Xiaoling's name belong to her, and Ma Xiaoling would not feel anything strange about it.

After Wanyan Bupo parked the car at the villa entrance, he walked into the hall, but stopped at the entrance of the hall.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi, sitting on a single sofa in the center of the hall, saw Wanyan Bupo arrive, and a strange smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of her mouth: "Why did you stop? Having suffered eight hundred years of zombie misery, don't you want to see who I am?"

Wanyan Bupo then walked slowly to the sofa, looked at the woman sitting on the sofa, and said in a deep voice: "It really is you."

The Holy Mother of Yaochi smiled faintly: "It's me. If you want to kill me, you can do it anytime now."

Wanyan Bupo's fists clenched tightly; seeing the woman who had made him suffer eight hundred years of zombie misery with his own eyes, he truly wanted to kill her.

As a general, the greatest glory was to die on the battlefield, not to become a zombie.

Not to mention that he had personally killed so many comrades back then.

All of this was thanks to the woman before him.

But soon, Wanyan Bupo loosened his fists again; he still restrained himself.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi didn't look at him either, raised the wine glass in her hand, took a shallow sip, and said: "Just now your heart was clearly full of resentment; why did it suddenly disappear?"

Wanyan Bupo was a bit dazed, and he said gloomily: "Perhaps... because of Yinping."

"For these past eight hundred years, there are two women I have never been able to forget: one is Yinping, and the other... is you."

"Although you turned me into a zombie and made me personally kill my own subordinates, it was also because of this that Yue Yinping was able to remain in my heart for over eight hundred years."

The Holy Mother of Yaochi smiled faintly: "The Holy Mother's Peaches were planted because of my hatred for the Human King; I never thought they could exchange for another man. Eight hundred years of lovesickness can also be considered an unexpected harvest."

Wanyan Bupo crossed his arms and said sarcastically: "Do you know a woman's greatest taboo? It is being overly self-centered... and arrogant."

The Holy Mother of Yaochi's face sank slightly, and she said coldly: "A woman might be, but a goddess is not."

Wanyan Bupo sneered and said nothing.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi looked at the indifferent Wanyan Bupo and took the initiative to speak again: "Stop with that cold face. I called you here today because I have something to ask of you."

"What is it?" Wanyan Bupo's expression moved, and he asked the Holy Mother of Yaochi.

"How much do you actually know about my affairs?" The Holy Mother of Yaochi did not say directly what the matter was, but asked Wanyan Bupo in return.

Wanyan Bupo raised his eyebrows slightly, but in the end, he answered the question.

He said everything he knew about the Holy Mother of Yaochi.

It could only be said that he didn't know much; most of it were things from myths and legends.

"In myths, am I like this?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of the Holy Mother of Yaochi's mouth.

Immediately, she recounted her past with the Human King Fuxi.