A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

He's moved past the stage of worrying about worldview compatibility. What's so strange about Camilla appearing in Kaminari City, Zoga crawling out of R'lyeh, or Zijella growing all over Australia?

What really concerned him was the timeline.

Chiyu never expected that Gatanothor's infiltration speed would be this fast.

Not only did it occupy the body of the Holy Lord as a passage, but even the accompanying World-Destroying Flower has crossed dimensions, taken root in this world ruled by demons, and directly covered an entire continent!

No wonder even the eight great demons fell victim to it. In this twisted world where there is no Giant of Light, who can withstand the corruption of Zijera?

If the Book of Time isn't found soon to put everything back on track, this planet will eventually be assimilated by Gatanothor into the next ancient ruin.

Qianyu took a deep breath.

The truth absolutely cannot be revealed now. Telling Jackie Chan and his father that they are facing an ancient evil god flower capable of destroying civilization would only create panic and cause the team to fall apart instantly, without any positive effect.

"Brother Qianyu."

Xiaoyu's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Do you recognize these flowers? Your face looks scary."

Qianyu raised her head, met Xiaoyu's eyes, and decisively shook her head.

"I don't recognize him."

"I'm just doing the math. With such a large dust cover, we're almost guaranteed to be exposed to pollen during landing. If we can't find a way to prevent infection, it'll be a real problem if we inhale it."

The crisis he raised successfully diverted everyone's attention.

Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan's expression immediately tightened.

"Qianyu is right, we can't just rush in unprepared."

Upon hearing the word "be on guard," Ximu immediately sprang up from the flying carpet like a spring and moved between the two.

"That's easy! I've already observed it. As long as you don't directly contact or inhale the yellow pollen, you won't get infected. I'll put a protective membrane over you to keep all the pollen out, and you'll be fine."

"No need," the old man interrupted him, raising his hand. "I'll handle these basic protective spells myself."

Qianyu understood her father's choice: having Ximu cast the spell was tantamount to entrusting everyone's lives to a demon.

Whether the bubble's structure is complete, whether there are backdoors, or whether it will "accidentally" burst at a crucial moment—all these are variables.

To prevent Ximu from plotting against them, everyone unanimously decided that their father would take action.

Being treated like a thief by these people made Ximu grit his teeth in anger, but after glancing at Qianyu sitting silently in front of him, he finally withdrew his hand with apprehension, sat down cross-legged again, and rolled his eyes dramatically.

Ignoring Ximu's eye roll, the old man simply sat cross-legged in the center of the flying carpet, muttering incantations.

As the incantation was chanted, a transparent membrane of light spread from his palm, enveloping everyone.

The air is fresh.

The faint sweetness that had been there before had disappeared.

Qianyu then realized that the pollen had already started drifting when they arrived at the coastline, but the concentration was so low that no one noticed.

"How long can this bubble last?" Jackie Chan asked.

The old man opened his eyes. "This protective shield should last for two days."

"That's enough." Qianyu nodded.

The safety issue is temporarily resolved; the real challenge lies ahead.

How can one accurately locate the hidden places of the history books of time on this vast continent completely covered by the Qijiela Flower Sea?

The last time we came to Australia, Dad used GPS to pinpoint the location of the Holy Lord, but what should we do now?

Jackie Chan looked around and asked, "Australia is so big, where should we look?"

This question was directed at Qianyu.

Qianyu didn't answer. He glanced at Ximu, who was pricking up its pointed ears and pretending to examine its claws.

The four exchanged glances and tacitly swallowed back the words "history of time".

Although Ximu was temporarily on the same boat.

But he is a devil after all, and he can only say what he wants; there's no need to reveal all your cards to him.

Ximu wasn't stupid. He glanced at the four silent faces, shrugged his gray-blue shoulders, curled his tail around his legs, and shut up.

The stalemate remained hanging in the air.

Qianyu knew that this couldn't go on, so she took out the fragment of the history book from her pocket.

I've looked at the handwriting on it countless times.

Five rules, two new, one fake.

Qianyu scrutinized every word, verifying its authenticity, and used up all the necessary information.

However, since the fragments are torn from the original historical record, there must be some relationship between them and the original record.

If we study it further, we might gain some insights.

Upon seeing this, Jackie Chan and his father immediately understood.

Using the green bubbles as cover, they positioned themselves on either side of Qianyu and Ximu, continuing to vigilantly observe the rolling sea of ​​Qijiela flowers below.

Chapter 194 The Whereabouts of the History Book

The few lines of blood-red text were still visible on the tattered page.

Qianyu turned the tattered page over and looked at the back; it was completely blank.

I flipped it back to the front and held it up to the sunlight. There was no watermark, no dark lines, and no hidden information.

"Xiaoyu, let me see yours too."

After hearing this, Xiaoyu took out her torn page from her hoodie pocket and handed it over.

Then Qianyu laid the two tattered pages side by side on her lap and looked at them for a long time. Her gaze swept back and forth along the edges of the two yellowed parchment pages, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.

Not right.

He always felt that the edges of the two pieces of paper were somewhat aligned.

Qianyu remembered clearly that these two fragments were torn from different parts of the history book by him and Xiaoyu after they were pushed apart by the Holy Lord in the cave in Australia.

Logically speaking, the breaks in the two pieces should be completely unrelated, but now he moved the two pieces of paper together in the middle.

The jagged tear lines fit together perfectly, as if the same pair of scissors had cut the two halves along the dotted lines.

Qianyu stared at the perfectly fitting seam for several seconds, various possibilities flashing through her mind.

The history books themselves are tools that can rewrite history, and it is not surprising that their fragments will automatically tend to come together.

But the question is, why did it have to be him and Xiaoyu each tearing one page? And why did the positions they tore fit together perfectly to form a whole page?

Coincidence? Or fate?

Chiyu dislikes the word "fate," finding it too passive.

But he still folded the two pieces of paper together.

The moment the two sheets of paper touched, they seemed to be welded together by some invisible force. The paper surfaces began to merge, overlap, and eventually merge into a single, complete page.

At the same time, all seven rules that were originally written on the two pieces of paper disappeared, as if they had been erased by an eraser, disappearing completely in less than three seconds.

"What's going on?"

Watching the fragments of history books turn into a blank page.

Before Qianyu could even figure out what was going on, new handwriting began to appear on the paper.

It was no longer the blood-red color it had been before, but a jet-black color, like a brush dipped in thick ink writing on rice paper, each stroke seeping outwards.

"Congratulations, you stowaway of history."

Congratulations on successfully gathering fragments of historical records.

"As a reward, you can ask me three questions, and I will answer them to the best of my ability."

Once the handwriting is finished, it stops changing and lies quietly on the paper, waiting for questions.

After reading these lines, Qianyu immediately covered most of the paper with her palm.

He glanced around and saw Jackie Chan and his father staring intently at the rolling sea of ​​zigzag flowers below, with Jade sandwiched between them.

As for Ximu, he was idly picking at the dirt under his fingernails, humming an unknown, off-key tune.

Nobody noticed this side.

Qianyu slowly moved his hand away, revealing only a blank space, and touched his chin with his other hand.

Three questions, within my capabilities.

He didn't hesitate for long, and within seconds he sorted out the priorities.

Then, Qianyu used a fountain pen she always carried to write down the first question on a blank space on the paper.

Where is the true history of time? How can we complete it?

The handwriting sank into the paper, disappearing as if absorbed. After a two-second pause, the ink faded, and a new answer slowly emerged in the blank space.

"The true history of time is all around you."

"To complete the work, the original and the remaining pages must be taken to Ayers Rock in Australia."

Qianyu stared at the words "beside" and her breath caught in her throat for half a second.

Is the true history book of time right beside us?

This answer is far more explosive than "in a cave" or "under a temple".

Being right beside you means that the history of time is on this flying carpet, or on someone on the flying carpet.

He subconsciously glanced at everyone on the flying carpet: Jackie Chan, Jade, Daddy, and Ximu.

Which one? Which of these four people carries the weight of history?

But after looking them over, Qianyu realized that none of them seemed to be carrying books with them.

He had seen the history books; they were very large, and if he were to carry them with him, they would definitely be very conspicuous.