Purgatory Artist-Chapter 437: The Battle of History!

The bloody skeleton silently listened.

But even after the old man finished, he still didn't know what the so-called 'opportunity' was.

The old man didn't continue and fell into thought.

The bloody skeleton looked at him.

From his expression, the bloody skeleton could see a bit of hesitation and graveness.

A while later.

The old man sighed: "If I have to explain it, it'll cause a lot of trouble. Let's just manifest it and you'll know everything"

As soon as he said that.

The light from the torch became even more blinding and glorious.

The old man's figure became even more solid as he spoke:

"Now we can talk"

As the light illuminated the bloody skeleton's body, 7-8 shadows were projected behind him.

"What is the 'opportunity' you speak of?" the bloody skeleton asked.

The old man replied: "In the past, there were some things that weren't recorded, and some things that were recorded were even contradictory"

"Strictly speaking, most of the time, it wasn't the mistakes of the historians"

"Rather"

One of the shadows behind the bloody skeleton silently stood up.

It waved its hand towards the bloody skeleton and pointed behind him.

Layers of light and shadows appeared there, gradually forming a world of their own.

The old man told him: "Don't worry, while you're gone, this shadow will replace you in the main timeline"

"You need to witness something"

The bloody skeleton stayed silent for a bit, then turned around and walked towards the flowing light.

His surroundings slowly became clear.

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

On the East, West, South, and North sides of the tower, there were four completely identical scenes.

It was an opera house.

A spectacular opera was being performed on the stage, and there were no empty seats below.

"Parallel worlds" the bloody skeleton muttered.

The old man suddenly appeared next to him and said: "We're currently at the intersection of four parallel worlds, watch carefully, there will be a murder soon"

All of a sudden.

An opera singer on the stage pulled out a handgun and continuously fired at the person sitting in the middle of the first row below the stage.

In the three parallel worlds, the person sitting below the stage was immediately killed.

Only in the fourth parallel world did several guards suddenly appear to knock the killer down and subdue him as soon as he fired.

The old man said, "Isn't it interesting?

In many parallel worlds, similar things have happened, but there are also some parallel worlds where the fate of humans is not completely different. "

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

"Watch carefully."

The old man bent down and placed his hand on the top of the tower.

A beam of light shot out from the top of the tower and instantly swept through the four worlds before finally landing in the world where the assassination failed.

"Choose it as the history of the main timeline and fill in the gaps in history!" The old man shouted.

In a split second.

The three parallel worlds disappeared.

The world where the assassination was thwarted gradually spread out, turning into a vast and boundless world.

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

The attendants beside him said, "We've investigated thoroughly. 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 dirty to this extent. Let's go, it's time for us to take action," the man said.

"Yes, Your Excellency," the attendants replied.

At this point, the old man said, "Let's fast-forward time"

The entire world instantly turned into countless streaks of light that flowed like a waterfall.

"Stop" the old man said.

The world suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

This was a classroom.

The weather was gloomy, the teacher was chattering nonstop on the podium, causing the students below to feel drowsy.

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

"Yes!" a girl hurriedly stood up.

"In 1675, what was the result of the assassination attempt on the presidential candidate?" the teacher asked.

"The presidential candidate, Green, was killed on the spot" the girl replied.

"Are you sure?" the teacher raised his voice, clearly a bit emotional.

The girl thought for a bit, then insisted: "I am, Teacher"

The classroom erupted in laughter.

Someone whispered from below: "The assassination failed, Green became the president, then started a war, oh my god, Grace ..."

The girl froze.

"That can't be right, I remember the book said that he died" she guiltily said.

The teacher stood on the podium with his hands on his hips: "Open the book to page 125 and take a look for yourself"

The girl really did open the book and found page 125.

At this point, the old man said: "Go take a look"

The crimson skeleton obeyed and looked at the book.

Lines of text quickly changed, even the illustration changed. The original scene of the assassination had turned into a podium of war.

That person survived!

The main timeline had also changed!

You can do this!!!

The bloody skeleton was a bit shocked and stood still without saying anything.

The girl didn't notice anything, simply looked through the book and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, Teacher, I got it mixed up"

The teacher said without changing his expression: "Hm, your attitude isn't bad. Next time in class, don't sleep, and don't make any noise when you sleep, got it?"

"Yes" the girl blushed and replied.

The old man lightly tapped the top of the tower.

All the images instantly disappeared, the world also turned into drifting sand and scattered into the void of space.

Everything returned to normal.

The bloody skeleton found itself still standing on the podium, while the shadow had returned to the ground, becoming a shadow of nothingness beneath its feet.

" I understand ... sometimes, the distortion of history is due to certain unresolved matters of the past" the bloody skeleton commented.

"Indeed" the old man replied.

"So this is the chance for us humans? "the bloody skeleton asked.

The old man clapped his hands.

Layers of shadows appeared around the arena. Like mirrors, they condensed into an identical arena, an identical old man, and an identical blood-colored skeleton.

"We've prepared 1000 parallel worlds, but everything can only be activated once, but ... "the old man said.

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

"You're only at the level of a 'Perfected Being', you'll definitely lose if you enter, so you're not qualified to use this chance "the old man replied.

"How can I obtain this chance? "

" Become a Saint"

" Become ... a Saint? "

" Indeed, I can see that you've prepared a safety rope that can be pulled out of here at any time. You'll be able to avoid the monsters outside and safely leave "

After saying so, the old man checked the time and continued " With the strength of your soul, you can only stay here for another 10 minutes "

While they were talking, lines of burning text appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes, exactly the same as what the old man said.

"There's only 10 minutes left ... Once I recover, I'll come again" Liu Ping said.

"You won't be able to enter from here next time, there are already monsters guarding the entrance, the torch will tell you where to enter next time "the old man said.

He slowly walked to Liu Ping's side, placed his hand on his shoulder, and whispered:

"Now, I'll seize the last moment and lend you a hand! "

He pushed with all his might.

Liu Ping instantly fell backwards.

Ripples appeared behind him in the void of space, and his entire body melted into it, instantly disappearing without a trace.

Bam!

Liu Ping landed heavily on the ground.

He found that he had already revealed his true appearance, while the bloody skeleton had turned into a card that he was holding in his hand.

"Put me away. If a skeleton appears in this place, it will cause trouble," the blood-colored skeleton whispered.

Liu Ping looked around and saw that he was standing in front of a dojo.

The crowd around him was bustling, filling up every place where he could stand.

Someone walked out of the dojo and loudly shouted:

"Silence!"

"The dojo selection will begin in 5 minutes!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately quieted down and silently waited for 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 this timeline.

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

"We've already observed you, in order to give yourself more potential to fight against the enemy, you've also created a blank history for yourself "

"Me?" Liu Ping was surprised.

"That's right "the old man smiled, "The person who gave me the torch told me that she saw a martial scripture in your memories, called 'Gui Zang's Greatest Martial Scripture' "

Liu Ping's thoughts quickly flashed, as if he was suddenly enlightened: "That's right, I created this martial scripture, but I don't remember its contents at all. So that's how it is, I still can't remember it, which means that nothing about it has been decided yet!"

"How clever! Please start creating it, if you can turn it into an extraordinary martial scripture, we'll think of a way to have the Chronicler of History act and fix this period of history " the old man said.

Fix history ...

Liu Ping seemed to have sensed something and looked towards the void.

He saw an illusory figure appear there, holding a small booklet and writing something quickly.

No one could see the figure.

The figure saw him looking over and nodded "There's a ferocious enemy in the void, waiting for you to walk into the trap. In this Nightmare World Layer, that monster has also noticed something wrong, if you don't increase your strength next time, you won't be able to escape its attack."

"I'm going to create the Martial Scripture here?" Liu Ping asked.

"That's right, this martial scripture must surpass all the powers in the mortal world, it's your last hope, only it can help you become extraordinary "the figure said.

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

"In the infinite world, only a few people can comprehend the power of the world and spirit, and create a set of extraordinary martial scriptures "

"Liu Ping's last soul has arrived at the blank moment in history that he has reserved for himself "

"What level is the Martial Scripture at? "

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

"The Chronicler of History is recording. "

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

"The recording ends, "the figure said.

The figure seemed to have thought of something, as his body trembled and continued: "If you die completely, I'll also be slashed by fate, my vitality will be greatly damaged, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover"

"So you must win!

Liu Ping!"