The crowd glanced at the king of Heaven’s Will Nation below, Mingtushan, who was still pulling the entire civilization at high speed.
This universe is too mad!
The onlookers couldn’t help but feel a tingle in their hearts, their eyes flickering:
"Perhaps this is also the sche of the God of rchants. Anyone who wants to kill him must first beco a coachman in an era!"
Historical images of coachn flashed across their minds, the more they thought about it, the more bizarre their expressions beca.
This is simply a blatant open sche!
Want to kill ?
You have to catch up with , don’t you? You have to imprison all the ti, don’t you?
Then you’d better beco a coachman first, carry the sedan for !
To exhaust the God of rchants, there’s only one way: transform into a coachman and pull the base camp into action.
These rchants from various factions coming to join are all smart people. This God of rchants has trampled Mingtushan’s face underfoot, making everyone too afraid to try probing further.
How could they possibly sche against such an ancient cosmic deity?
This calculation right in front of them pulled the entire universe into his rhythm, firmly subduing those local gangs with dirty hands and feet.
They each began to transform into honest people, obediently doing business.
"Greetings, God of rchants!"
Several leading figures of comrcial civilizations stepped forward to salute, "Welco, great ancient god, to visit the human world and bring us hope!"
"Please have a seat, everyone."
Liu Jun sat in his chair and nodded slightly, "I invited you here to change this primitive and backward wilderness of the universe."
A neighboring rchant complinted, "Thank the god from High Heaven for descending to the human world, saving us mortals!"
"This is within the duties of a god."
The God of rchants nodded, "As a divine spirit, I naturally have the authority to change the order of heaven and earth and the rules of all things... I will use my authority to benefit the entire cosmos."
In the distance, there were reporters from the Cosmos dia Agency broadcasting this grand event of the era, live-streaming the God of rchant’s speech.
"Hello everyone, I’m from Ape Cosmos dia. Currently, we are in the cosmic capital. I am the official reporter Grammys."
A beautiful reporter was frantically reporting the scene behind her,
"Behind is the legendary God of rchants! He’s summoning rchants from the entire universe, attempting to change the cosmos..."
"Reality proves that the deities that were believed to be myths during the weakness of various civilizations truly exist!"
This reporter was clearly here to stir up things.
In the footage, the God of rchants occupied the capital, with soone below playing the coachman, instantly disseminating the scene far and wide.
Almost instantly, many powerful beings from nearby galaxies stood up in shock.
"Has His Majesty really lost?!"
"How has he already beco a coachman!"
"There’s really a god in this world!"
The coachman trope is probably not going away anyti soon.
A hundred million, two hundred million, three hundred million people—this information spread by certain entities at an eerie speed across various galaxies.
The whole universe began to boil.
...
At this ti.
In a certain branch.
Magaras looked at the information being disseminated with a sowhat peculiar expression:
"The God of rchants is truly sothing else. Living from the ancient tis until now along with the Longevity God, who among them is simple?"
He took a long breath,
"Just as I speculated, the two gods who attained longevity don’t need imnse power, but their life-saving capabilities are undoubtedly unparalleled throughout history!"
He had now witnessed this life-saving capability.
And it was a heart-wrenching kind.
"I can’t afford to provoke him, I’d better provoke God instead."
Although with Magaras’ wisdom, he could instantly speculate that the current God of rchants might fear Chaos,
But he didn’t want to get involved in this ss.
After all, the God of rchants’ maneuvers were too cunning!
Moreover, he obviously seed very vengeful.
As the saying goes: don’t be afraid of a thief stealing, be afraid of a thief thinking about you!
He didn’t want to suddenly have this god steal from him while he was sleeping.
Furthermore, who knows if after bringing out Chaos, the God of rchants would co up with a new ability to counter it.
"Over there, let’s not worry about them."
"I just need to follow my own pace and do what I need to do."
After settling down here, Magaras began to rise rapidly, even riding the wave of the pawnshop boom to achieve a major breakthrough.
The God of rchants was clearly a deity with a flamboyant, arrogant, and greedy personality...
Unlike himself, who was steady, patient, and moved strategically step by step.
He just needed to proceed steadily.
"Ignore him, anyway, he’s neutral. My target is this place’s parent civilization, the intention of the cosmos here..."
He let out a small laugh, a thought erging.
"Soon, I’ll catch up."
...
...
On the other side.
Mingtushan was still pulling the massive galaxy millstone along.
For the first ti in his life, he felt so aggrieved!
So uncomfortable.
He felt as if there was so kind of pulling force, leading him step by step to this situation.
His full strength, completely unutilized!
Of course, this feeling was also sothing most mortals would experience when facing divine spirits.
"A god can actually have such a disgusting way of fighting." Mingtushan took a deep breath, knowing the other party was definitely ssing with his mind.
This was to make him give up.
But he just had to persist, to exhaust the other party to death.
At this mont, a higher-up whispered next to him, "Sir, should we prevent the opening of the other’s trading house?"
They couldn’t prevent the God of rchants from moving.
But they could drive all those people out, isolating the God of rchants from external contact.
Mingtushan thought for a mont, "If we do that, it’s easy to incite public anger... and besides, if we don’t let him set up his branches, how will we use the equipnt ourselves?"
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