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Chapter 106 The Peaceful Destiny Weaved by the Goddess of Weaving Fate

Anser Temple.

The flames died down, Hephaestus awoke from his impulse, and all was still.

The night was dark above his head, and ruins lay beneath his feet.

He completed the transformation, the root of the flame completed the transformation.

This is cause for celebration.

Hephaestus, he has taken another seven solid steps on the road to the root, or seven steps from nothing.

If this process had happened before he became a great man, it could have pushed him to the great throne. Now that he is a great man, this transformation also benefits him a lot, and can make him less on the road to becoming the supreme. Accumulated a lot of "underground".

It was precisely because of this transformation that he really saw himself clearly, like the surface of a lake that was turbulent and calm again.

He stared at the sky, his eyes pierced the sky and shot into the chaos, and a faint but more powerful force filled his body, invisible warning to those peeps from the chaos.

A gust of wind blew up, blowing the ruins under their feet.

The ruins were disintegrated by the wind, turning into black ash.The ashes dispersed with the wind, marking the history of the church that once believed in Anser, and also obliterating the only human traces here.

Hephaestus didn't want to waste time, and he didn't want to greet those ancient gods who had survived for an unknown amount of time. He had more important things to do.

Under his will, a beam of light fell from the wooden door in the chaos, passed through the wall of the present world and landed on the ground.

Hephaestus was completely submerged in the beam of light, and was led back to his abode.

After passing through the "border" behind the wooden gate, and through the hidden "door" in the "border", his figure returned to the present world and appeared on the island of Lemnos.

The seabirds on the island saw him and sang to welcome him back.

"Hush!" Hephaestus signaled them to be silent.

So the surroundings became peaceful.

Hephaestus walked towards the temple in the center of the island. His footprints had never appeared on the deserted path, and it seemed extraordinarily light.

He hid himself, in the cracks of history, in the river of fate.

At this moment, he does not exist in this world, but "some people" in this world can observe him.

His untraceable footsteps slowly stepped into his temple.

In the temple, the three goddesses have their own affairs.

Hestia was lying on the cot in the corner, doing nothing.

Aglaia sat at the end of the bed, where she gazed at the world and bestowed favor on her followers at the right time.

As for Clotho, she stood by her loom, slowly spinning the thread of destiny.Losing authority, even though she is still one of the roots of destiny, the process becomes difficult.

But she is still spinning meticulously...

Clotho, she is no longer the goddess of weaving fate, and the thread of fate woven by her has lost its original effect.

It means losing power, but it also means letting go of responsibility.

Without the shackles of authority, Clotho can do whatever he wants.She no longer weaves fate according to a specific trajectory, but tries her best to make all fates calm down, and finally make the living beings face death calmly—this is what she has long wanted to do.

Wan Ling will always complain that they have not gained enough, and complain about how much they have lost. They are afraid of death, so they blame fate.

But they forget that they were born, experienced, and grew up, all of which they got, and they never lost it.But they still gradually become unhappy because of the coming of death.

Clotho wanted to make them happy again, to make them realize for themselves peace from the inside out, real, safe peace.

This kind of serenity is a fearless state of mind, and only this kind of fearless soul can face the fear of the unknown, and can... help Hephaestus...

She tried to weave a different fate, using this fate to cover the fear of death woven by Hades.

Although... it doesn't help.She is no longer the goddess who weaves fate.

But she is still trying again and again.

The fire in the temple flickered, and a beam of bright light that was very different from the fire light sprinkled on Clotho's hand.

She raised her head in a daze, but saw an ancient god walking in the cracks of time, with the dust of history behind him, and the long river of fate flowing in front of him.

"Hush!" Hephaestus gestured to her to silence her.

He held out his hand, beckoning Clotho to grab him.

Clotho looked at the two goddesses on the cot, who knew nothing of what was going on.

So she decisively grabbed Hephaestus' extended hand!
The moment he clasped his hands, Clotho felt that he had entered a strange state, as if the soul of a mortal had left the body that carried them.

She looked back, her body was still knitting mechanically in place.

Hephaestus took her by the hand: "Come with me." They walked into the magnificence of history together.

The surrounding scenery is grotesque, and the pictures of history are distorted and filled here.

Clotho felt a little dizzy, and she felt that she was also distorted, lost her shape, and her mind was sluggish.

When she woke up, she immediately heard the voice of Hephaestus: "Is it better, the will sinks into the past history, I am not yet skilled."

Clotho could only hear, not see, but she felt that this place was very familiar: "Where is this?" she asked. "Where in history?"

"You have been here, in the depths of fate." Hephaestus responded to her.

Crotor's breathing became short: "We shouldn't come here for no reason, fate is not a place we can set foot in, even you will be very dangerous."

Hephaestus held Clotho's hand tightly, and he comforted softly: "Don't worry, this is not fate, it's just history."

Clotho's rapid breathing eased.

After a while, she asked softly, "Why did you bring me here?"

Hephaestus was silent when he heard the words, not knowing where to start.

This is the depths of fate that Clotho and he have reached in history. It is filled with chaotic fate trajectories and cannot be seen.

But only in history.

Hephaestus stretched out his hand, and the sun of different time and space in a round of history appeared here, and the rays of light lined up the trajectory of fate, making this place clearly visible.

He held Clotto's hand without letting go, and he said slowly: "I saw you weaving the thread of fate, but you still can't seem to let it go."

Clotho knew that Hephaestus hadn't finished speaking, so she asked, "And then."

"Then I'll bring you here."

Cloto sighed: "Hephaestus, you are very strange today."

"Maybe you can calm down and use your reason to sort out what you want to tell me."

Hephaestus was so kind, he was silent for a moment.

Then he spoke, and what he said made Clotho tremble a little: "There is no one here, and no one will know."

"Clotto, there are only two of us here..."

(End of this chapter)