Chapter 465
A blurry and colorful world.
Wang Yiyang is suspended high in the sky, overlooking the vast ground below.
The earth is blood-red, with countless squirming bubbles, slowly breaking away from the ground, moving towards the sky, soaring. When flying to a low place, it will automatically explode.
In this small universe, there is no life, only a huge scarlet sphere at the center.
It looks like a planet, but it is much larger than a planet.
"It's like a huge egg. The center is the yolk, and the surrounding is the egg white. Is this a legendary cosmic embryo?"
Wang Yiyang looked around curiously.
No one knows what the universe was like before it came into being.
Even if it is as strong as the phantom spider mother, it was only after the universe was born that it began to formulate rules for it.
"According to the method of the phantom spider mother, she originally considered an ordinary microcosmic embryo and strengthened it into a lower universe. So her own personality has also improved a lot."
p>"That is to say, if I can use my own methods to support a small universe into a higher universe like the phantom spider mother, then I can also follow it to improve my personality."
Wang Yiyang knows it.
He suddenly understood why Pangu wanted to open the sky, why Three Purities wanted to establish Sect, and why many Saints wanted to safeguard the interests of their own universe.
"After the Saint was given to Saint, it was not completely unrelated... So it seems that the only exception is the outer god.
The Void God group is I have mastered all the universal laws of the void, so I will not be bound by a single universe."
Wang Yiyang slowly combined various identity memories in his heart, and he had ideas.
"Then, I cannot be bound by a single universe, otherwise, if the universe is weak, I will also become weaker. No wonder the Saints of Great Desolate will plunder other universe resources and transform great desolate. ."
The stronger the universe, the stronger the holy position.
And the greater the saints' merits to the universe, the greater the authority of the sanctuary they obtain.
The two are cooperative relations.
"This is not the result I want. No matter how strong Saint is in the universe, it is only the root of the universe.
Only the outer gods are truly free. So, This time, my purpose is to manipulate the fate of the universe and feel the law of the void."
Wang Yiyang, as an identity system, can naturally choose a stronger and broader Void God path.
Withdrawing his mind, Wang Yiyang began to carefully observe the huge red ball in front of him.
In the entire miniature universe, only this sphere exists.
It emits massive red bubbles all the time, and it seems to be gestating something.
Wang Yiyang thought for a moment, slowly extending the hand, a tiny eternal thread appeared in his palm.
He gently moved the silk thread towards the scarlet orb and tossed it.
Suddenly, the silk thread flew out, instantly submerged in the blood-colored sphere, and the other end was connected to his own hand.
"Well, destiny connects us together. Now it's okay." Wang Yiyang's eternal silk thread connects two things purely without a point, which connects the fate of the two together.
This is what Wang Yiyang found after using it several times.
"The development of the universe requires a variety of rules and orders. So... I can use eternal silk threads to weave the rules, just like the evil spider mother back then. Process."
But Wang Yiyang didn't want to do that. His purpose was not to strengthen and support a universe, but to observe the laws of the void exposed during the universe's birth and death.
Only the more primordial-based universe can truly reveal enough the mystery of the law of void.
For this reason, Wang Yiyang didn't take any action, except after linking him with the fate of this miniature universe with eternal silk thread.
He didn't move anymore, but as much as possible to hide his own breath, and then hover in the air to observe the changes of the blood-colored orb.
Anyway, the birth and death of the microcosm is only a moment, he has adjusted his senses Perception to the same level as the microcosm, and he can stay here until the end.
Time is passing fast.
In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
Fortunately, Wang Yiyang has the backup support of a prison of thought. He swallowed the entire sea of belief in a small piece of high-level universe, and the psychic energy he obtained was enough for him to support this observation.
The miniature universe seems to have gradually changed a bit.
Around the blood-colored sphere, one after another black crack began to emerge.
These cracks are like black eye pupils, observing the sphere of the universe from all directions.
After the cracks appeared, there was no change for the time being.
Wang Yiyang is not in a hurry, he still hides himself and continues to observe.
The sleeping eyes of his own phantom spider mother has a rather powerful concealment effect. In addition, he is good at many systems, and in the rules of various systems, it is easy to sum up the methods to converge his own breath and existence.
So, it may not be comparable to the very powerful concealed Saint, but compared to the general concealment method, it is quite good.
Wang Yiyang continued to observe, while observing, carefully reviewing the memories of the major identities, in order to analyze the laws and rules of the universe where each identities are located.
He has a lot of time anyway. Having consumed so much psionic energy, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to do anything?
Time continues to pass, and a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Gradually, the bubbles around the blood-colored sphere began to decrease, and the black cracks around it began to increase.
Vaguely, Wang Yiyang seemed to begin to hear a little noise.
He tried to distinguish, but he didn't know what these sounds meant. They seem to have no pattern.
Soon, this time a thousand years have passed.
Wang Yiyang is obsessed with the long memory of the phantom spider mother, and doesn't feel much.
But the Scarlet Orb gradually changed a little, and the sounds around it began to become louder and clearer.
And all around the large black cracks, more and more, bigger and bigger.
The sound is transmitted from these cracks.
"No... these are not sounds... these are messages..." Wang Yiyang suddenly noticed.
He gently floated to one of the cracks and looked inside.
It was pitch black and there was nothing.
But continuously messages are swarming out from inside.
Wang Yiyang tried to accept these messages. They were disordered and in a mess, but they didn’t know the meaning at all.
It seems to be a collection of fragments of many, many messages.
He continued to wait, time continued to pass slowly.
This time, ten thousand years have passed.
There is more and more information in the microcosm. The noisy information around is like sound waves oscillating back and forth. They are constantly absorbed by the blood-colored sphere, hindered, and then rapidly attenuated.
But such attenuation and absorption are far less than the information poured in by the cracks.
As a result, the information concentration in this cosmic space far exceeds that of any cosmic region that Wang Yiyang has ever seen.
Countless messages continue to accumulate.
Time continues to accumulate, one thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years...200 thousand years...
Wang Yiyang sees it, the more the message in space More and more, denser and denser.
Gradually the scarlet ball began to emerge one after another crack. And the surrounding dense and dense information gradually showed abnormal changes.
These messages slowly revealed their essential posture like silver mist.
"Message? Actually???"
Wang Yiyang slightly startled.
He thought about many possible situations, but he didn't think about the scene before him.
Soon, these silver fog messages are getting thicker and more dense.
They are flocculent, constantly floating around.
Wang Yiyang continued to observe, and in a blink of an eye, another ten thousand years passed.
He adjusted his Perception to reduce the consumption of psionic energy, and suddenly Time Flow Speed was much faster.
The flocculation around the blood-colored sphere gradually began to change color, and then was stained with a layer of pale red.
Wang Yiyang watched them gradually attach to the surface of the blood-colored sphere, fuse together with them.
"These flocs are simply transformed by information, so where did the original cosmic blood-colored sphere come from? Is it possible that it came from?"
Wang Yiyang's heart jumped suddenly.
He quickly escaped from this miniature universe and took back the eternal silk thread. Re-find an earlier microcosm and flew into it.
In this miniature universe, the blood-colored sphere in the center is only fist sized.
Wang Yiyang is the same as last time. After entering, he finds a place to hide.
He watched quietly and waited.
What makes him strange is that the fist sized blood-colored sphere, right under his eyelids, grows and grows slowly.
"That's not right... Could it be that..." Wang Yiyang's heart suddenly moved.
He quickly adjusted the frequency and band expansion of Perception, moved towards the real world.
Soon, he entered the real world First Layer of the stars.
Wang Yiyang discovered in the old god universe that the frequency of the real world is actually traceable.
So this time, he just tried a few times and successfully entered the real world.
At the moment when Perception was successfully adjusted.
Wang Yiyang suddenly felt the surroundings sink and dark.
He opened his eyes again and looked towards the surroundings.
Everything he saw this time shocked his heart.
In the real world of this universe, there are large silver cracks around the blood-colored sphere.
A massive amount of silver mist flew continuously out of countless silver cracks, which were attached to the blood-colored sphere, exactly the same as the situation in the last microcosm.
It's just that this scene is hidden in the real world.
"Could it be that..." Wang Yiyang stared at the swelling and growing sphere.
Suddenly he flew over, turning into a black light body, and moved towards the scarlet orb with a scratch.
bang!
The blood-colored sphere that was just formed, fragile, was just lightly touched by Wang Yiyang, and it was blasted to pieces.
In the center of the large blood-colored fragments, there is a tiny silver light that constantly flickers. That is the core thing of the blood-colored sphere.
Wang Yiyang's eyes flickered, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it precisely at this point of silver light.
pu!
Unfortunately, he caught an empty space.
That silver light is actually not a substance, but simply is the same silver crack as the surroundings!
In other words, it is not a crack, but a silver hole!
There is still a trace of silver mist continuously flowing out of it.
Wang Yiyang grabbed an empty hand, and when he discovered the essence, he was taken aback.
In an instant, countless memories of his previous identity were connected in series.
Countless comprehensions and grasps of the rules have also been connected in series.
Everything has rebuilt a complete Perfection universe view in an unspeakable way.