I Have A City In An Alternate World



The Ambusher was extremely fast, so fast that even the Golden Eye Lord, who had been prepared, was a little slow to react.

However, he was an experienced creator after all. He didn't lack experience and strength. Therefore, he had already reacted the moment the change occurred.

Those who dared to take on this task alone naturally had enough strength and were confident that they could guarantee the safety of the indigenous gods.

"Little thing, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

There was a hint of excitement in the Golden Eye Lord's voice, as if he had won a prize.

He had actually seen the scene in front of him long ago, but he was unable to confirm it.

The Golden Eye Lord's eyes were quite extraordinary. He could see the changes in something in the future and make preparations in advance.

The ability to predict the future was a terrifying ability, and very few people had it.

Ordinary divination spells were only a kind of deduction and estimation based on luck and the current situation. They did not really see the future.

Of course, this could also be done in some special planes, because everything in those planes was a continuous cycle.

An ordinary life might have gone through dozens or even hundreds of reincarnations, but it did not know about it.

It was like a play that was played in a loop. Every life was an actor, repeating the events that had happened.

The cycle of a play could very well be millions of years. There would be minor changes in every cycle, but the overall trajectory would not change.

Due to the incompleteness of the rules, knowing what was about to happen in the future or being reborn with the original memories were very likely to happen.

In such a plane world, there would occasionally be some people who had been reincarnated and missed. They regarded themselves as the protagonists and constantly stirred up storms.

There were also those who were gifted with the ability to receive information from parallel planes, which was why they could see and predict the future, but it was always intermittent.

What he had seen and predicted actually came from another plane. The general trajectory was the same, but the details were different.

If he followed her instructions, he might be killed at some point in time.

This was because such a method was considered prying into heaven's secrets. The plane's rules did not allow it, and it would try to kill them.

However, this kind of thing usually happened in low-level planes. The higher the level of the plane, the more complete the rules would be.

If there were no loopholes in the rules, or if it was extremely difficult to exploit loopholes, then this kind of thing would be completely cut off.

Especially for high-level cultivators, divination was just a joke. It was useless.

It was a top-notch life form that was unique in the great thousand world.

They could conjure anything, even worlds, so how could their fate be seen through?

However, the eyes of a Golden Eye Lord had a magical ability that allowed them to see what was happening.

When he observed and locked onto a target, anyone's thoughts that were related to it would be seen by the Golden Eye Lord in the form of images.

The thoughts in a living being's mind were complicated and varied, changing almost all the time. Many of the thoughts were messy and useless.

It was even more so when it came to a certain object. For example, there were countless people who had thoughts about this underground Palace.

The images formed by these thoughts were intertwined and could not stay for long. The Golden Eye Lord found the information he wanted from them.

This was a very difficult thing to do. Fortunately, he had already mastered this ability and could complete the filtering in a short time while filtering out the information that was useful to him.

During a battle or a mission, Golden Eye Lords would use this ability to lock onto their targets and observe them, thus being able to predict the future.

When he had locked onto the underground palace, he had seen a figure appear in many images of thoughts.

The figure's appearance was blurry, but it had appeared more than once. The images formed by the will were attacking the indigenous gods.

These images were enough to prove that among the enemies present, there were a few who knew of the black Shadow's existence and had high hopes for him.

Combined with the current situation, the Golden Eye Lord had reason to be sure that the traitor had a rather powerful killing technique in his hands.

In the minds of these traitors, they should be able to use this method to assassinate the indigenous gods, and the success rate was quite high.

This situation immediately attracted the attention of the Golden Eye Lord, who began to wait patiently, looking for traces of the black shadow.

After waiting for a long time, the black shadow finally appeared.

He was indeed like the images formed by those thoughts, turning into a human-shaped weapon after self-detonation, which had a rather terrifying destructive power.

Because of its extremely fast speed, the spiriters and divine servants guarding the underground palace had no time to defend. They could only watch the black shadow rush into the hole in the underground palace.

At this moment, their hearts were like dead ashes.

However, the Golden Eye Lord was different. Since he had already expected this to happen, he would not let his enemy do as he pleased.

In that case, not only would he fail the mission, but he would also lose face.

With a cold snort, two rays of light shot out of the Golden Eye Lord's eyes and landed between the black shadow and the Aboriginal deity.

The black Shadow's attack had just landed. It seemed to be silent, but everyone could feel the terrifying power contained in the weapon.

Or rather, the black shadow itself was a weapon. The black shadow was the present, and the White skeleton was the hilt of the sword. Under the command of a will, the sword was stabbing at the indigenous God.

Once the Aboriginal deities were hit, they would be severely injured, if not killed.

Who knew that the moment the light beam appeared, the black longsword, which originally exuded a sharp aura, would suddenly stab into empty air.

The blade of the sword pierced through the head of the Aboriginal God, but it did not cause any damage, as if it was just an illusion.

The shadow of the executioner seemed to be a little confused, not understanding what had happened.

However, he was only stunned for a moment before he launched another attack.

The momentum of the attack this time was far less terrifying than before, as if the executioner had used up all his strength.

The spiritual envoy, whose heart had been hanging in the air, heaved a long sigh of relief. Then, he pounced over with a face full of killing intent.

He didn't understand what the Golden Eye Lord had done. He had helped the Aboriginal deities escape a calamity. The only thing he had to do now was to tear the fellow who had attacked his master into pieces.

A ray of silver light appeared and shot out from the spiritualist's hand. In the blink of an eye, it landed on the black shadow.

The power gathered in this attack was enough to kill a God-grade powerhouse. It could be seen how furious the spirit envoy was.

With a muffled sound, the black shadow formed by the self-explosion of the executioner was instantly shattered into pieces.

Seeing that the attacker had been dealt with, the spiritual envoy heaved a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

However, at this moment, two figures, one big and one small, rushed toward the underground palace. They obviously came with bad intentions.