There is plenty of time every day to improve your strength.

Yongheng took some time to come over and gave Sun Wuming a small world.

The speed of time flowing there is extremely exaggerated. One day in the outside world is one year inside.

He also knew that apart from the Life Tribunal, Sun Wuming was the last hope of the universe. Buying time for him meant buying life for the universe.

This saved Sun Wuming from having to fulfill one of his wishes. He had originally planned to make a wish to the dragon to exchange for an enhanced version of the Spiritual Time House.

Every day, Gwen went out to work, and little Sun You was taken care of by Ganata or George Helen, while Sun Wuming went to practice.

In the blink of an eye, it is a new year again.

“father!”

Little Sun You shouted clearly, then looked at Ganata who was holding him with an unhappy face, and added in a baby voice:

“Auntie!”

This made Ganata even more unhappy, and her silver hair fluttered.

“Call me little mom!”

“Auntie!”

“Little Mom~~!”

“Auntie!”

“Sister Gwen, look at him!” Ganata was completely defeated and went to Gwen to complain.

“This kid is not smart at all.”

Taking his son, Sun Wuming pinched his tender little face and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

A normal child can say a few words at the age of one and a half. How come Sun Wuming’s child is so smart and has so many blessings from the God of Creation, but his level is only this high?

“You’re itching again, aren’t you? How could you say that to my son?” Gwen, who was holding Ganata for comfort, glanced at him and immediately told Sun Wuming to shut up.

In a year, Gwen has become more capable, and the training program for the domineering female president has begun to show results.

“That’s how it is…” Sun Wuming muttered softly, “I started practicing when I was one and a half years old, but you spoiled him too much.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and ignored her little man.

He is so hopeless that he even gets jealous of his own children.

“Oh, right.” Gwen suddenly remembered something and said:

“Did you know Hela came yesterday?”

Sun Wuming nodded indifferently: “Of course I know, she came to me first, what did you say?”

“Hela wants to leave Hell and move into a home.”

“what?!”

Sun Wuming sat up straight. She was not afraid that Lornawanda and Gwen would quarrel, because they had a good relationship and there was no conflict between them.

On the contrary, the two felt that Gwen had opened an opening for them.

But Hela is different. The relationship between Hela and Gwen is not very good. She suggested that he break up with Gwen when they met for the first time.

If Hela moved into the house, things would never be peaceful.

“No, she can return to Asgard, but she can never live in the house.”

Sun Wuming could still clearly tell who was the big king and who was the small king.

Gwen smiled noncommittally, “Then go talk to her, so she won’t scold me behind her back for interfering.”

“I’ll go now.”

Sun Wuming left the rocking chair. He wanted to go and see what Hela was up to.

But before he could open the portal to hell, the sky darkened, the stars surged, and the incarnation of eternity in this universe descended.

He had no expression and exuded an air of decadence.

“Sun Wuming, my original body is dead.”

“what happened?”

Sun Wuming’s expression also became serious:

“The Great Purge has come.” Eternal’s voice became intermittent. His original body was destroyed, and his clone would not exist for long. He used his last bit of strength to come to Blue Star.

“The Living Tribunal is also dead. The army of the Transcendent Gods has entered the multiverse. Here are the coordinates.”

“Everything… depends on you.”

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Chapter 312: The battle makes it colorful, and you make it bright.

Leaving behind hope and unwillingness, the eternal clone also dissipated.

There was muffled thunder in the sky, the waves were surging on the ocean, and the rules were in danger of getting out of control.

“Lazili.”

Sun Wuming said in a deep voice.

The artificial girl appeared behind him.

“Protect Gwen.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Wu Ming…” Gwen stood up, worry written all over her pretty face.

She had witnessed the power of the Transcendents and knew the nobility of the gods of the universe. She knew very well what kind of enemy Sun Wuming was about to face.

Even Yongheng was killed, who else could be his helper?

Gwen couldn’t help but feel a little distressed.

At the beginning, there were still people who could help Sun Wuming, but later on, everyone gradually couldn’t keep up.

He has been fighting alone.

“Have faith in me.”

Seeing the girl’s frown, Sun Wuming smiled and gently smoothed her frown:

“Even if it’s for you, I can’t lose.”

“We still have countless years to spend together.”

The Saiyans are a fighting race. They have extremely powerful talents and become stronger with each battle.

But in the end, why was it that only Kakarot 15 went further and further on this path, with Vegeta following closely behind?

Because they are the only ones who understand why they are fighting.

Holding Gwen in his arms, Sun Wuming felt her softness and whispered:

“To borrow the words of a powerful person.”

“I love fighting. The dance between life and death makes my blood boil.”

“My life is colorful because of fighting, but you are my most important treasure. Fighting only has meaning for you.”

“My life is colorful because of fighting, and it is bright because of you.”

Letting go of Gwen, Sun Wuming rubbed Ganata’s little head, took one last look at his son, and looked up at the sky:

“I am leaving.”

multiverse.

The boundary sea was surging, the waves were rolling, and the space was emitting cold fluctuations.

The light was bright, and seven creatures of different shapes stood through the light curtain with arrogance in their eyes.

“As expected, in a universe that has not yet developed to its peak, the Rule God is weak.”

Under their feet, the body of the creator god was floating.

One of the light figures raised his foot and kicked, and a huge god flew out, smashing countless universes.

That deity had a golden body and three faces. It was the manifestation of the Life Tribunal in the spatial dimension.

“Do you intend to disobey the order of the God King?”

A transcendent god with three heads and six arms said, feeling it for a moment, and then gave an order: “First, kill the dimensional gods, melt their space, and finally the material world.”

The seven people acted separately and recklessly, not taking the gods of this world seriously at all.

Apart from the Living Tribunal which took some effort, no other living creatures could pose a threat to them.

The disaster has come.

As the Transcendent Ones said, the multiverse is the paradise of the Transcendent Gods, a slaughterhouse where countless gods and demons fell.

The Eye Demon, the Serpent God Set, these multi-dimensional demons that dominated the multi-dimensional world became targets of teasing and killing.

Although they are not creatures of the main universe, the various free planes do serve as fulcrums. The collapse of a large number of planes means that the structure of the main universe has become unstable.

In the crimson universe, Cytorak roared.

Even he was not spared in this catastrophe.

It can also be said that there is no difference between him and other demon gods to the transcendent gods.

A god savagely broke into the crimson universe, and instead of rushing to kill Cytorak, he dismembered the universe into several fragments, manipulating them to collide with each other.

This is equivalent to holding a person’s fist and asking him to hit himself.

Not only is it extremely harmful, but it is also extremely insulting.

Crushed by absolute power, Setorak couldn’t put up any decent resistance.

The one who surpassed the God Clan’s evil taste transformed into the manifestation of Setorak, laughed wildly, but his eyes were extremely cold.

“Too boring! Please resist more vigorously!”