Chapter 208 Flowers Blooming by Chance

Chapter 208 Flowers Blooming by Chance

Chapter 208 Flowers Blooming by Chance

The Imperial Mountains.

Tianyuan domain node.

The evil spirit of the earth stood in mid-air, connected to the tentacles extended by the evil eye.

Suddenly I felt my line of sight spreading out.

In a flash of thought, the black tide turned into surging waves, madly moving eastward to expand new territory and devouring all matter along the way.

Stimulated by the mysterious commander, it accelerated the pace of territory expansion.

Time is running out, and it knows it must devour as many resources as possible before the first quarter moon ends.

If the next round of moon phase switches to a weakened state, it can only survive the difficult "winter" by storing resources until the next round of strengthening comes.

The Wan family’s reinforcements are still increasing, but it remains unknown whether it can survive the next cold winter.

He needs more prey and more nutrients.

Through the sensory exploration provided by the evil eye, he already had a clear target.

If this force can be devoured, the growth of the Black Tide will reach a new height.

At the end of the perception tentacles, a golden ocean merges with the sky.

From the depths of the ocean, a low roar was heard faintly, and at this moment, a giant beast as big as a mountain broke out of the water.

Its body is huge, covered with golden scales, each of which is as big as a house. It reflects dazzling light under the sunlight, like a moving golden mountain. Its eyes are like two burning golden flames, revealing endless vicissitudes of life.

A gentle wave of the huge fins can stir up huge golden waves hundreds of feet high, with surging waves and deafening sound.

After the perception perspective was locked, the energy values ​​of the qi and blood emitted from the giant beast appeared in the mind of the evil spirit.

The sight jumped, and not far from the golden beast, a terrifying creature with a shape like a winding dragon was swimming slowly.

Its body is slender and shaped like a conger eel, a kilometer long. The golden lines on its body are like flowing magma, emitting a hot breath.

When swimming, its body twists and turns, and wherever it passes, the sea water seems to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a huge whirlpool.

As his sight continued to move deeper into the golden world, a group of giant octopus-like beasts appeared in the mind of the evil spirit.

Their tentacles are like thick ropes covered with golden suction cups, like ferocious golden eyes, shuttling through the deep sea in search of prey.

This is a realm world ruled by giant beasts.

The surging energy dissipated made the evil spirits on the ground extremely excited.

But the intensity of this special field also makes it feel stressed.

Although the Black Tide can grow through war, the prerequisite is to drag the opponent into a protracted war.

If the gap in strength level is too great, one will be crushed with ease.

In this ecological chain formed by golden behemoths, there are too many powerful creatures. Rashly launching a war is likely to lead to a one-sided defeat.

Before launching a war, it must take into account various potential risks and for the time being it will still focus on investigation.

Perhaps... it needs to try to mobilize the power of the combat Zerg and the playing race, make them work for it, and help it win this almost impossible war.

Although these two evil forces are difficult to deal with, they can sometimes be used as fighting tools.

Just like the fool who played with fire who suddenly appeared that year, he was easily defeated with the help of the playing clan and the fighting Zerg, and he gained the greatest benefits in this battle.

But this is also the only drawback. As long as the playing race and the fighting Zerg intervene, the benefits cannot be enjoyed alone.

After greedily cruising in the golden ocean for a long time, the evil spirit's gaze turned to the front of the golden ocean.

There is an alien force blocking the expansion of the Black Tide.

If you want to get close to the golden ocean, you have to devour this force and connect the Evil Eye Tower with the golden ocean.

The thought flashes through my mind.

The black tide surged, creating huge waves, and rolled in the direction indicated by the evil spirit's consciousness.

……

The land of Shouxu clan.

Wow!

A figure stood up from the blue pool.

He has a humanoid body, nearly three meters tall, with two broken horns on his head, and hot air flows through his nose when he breathes.

The exposed back is inlaid with 12 spiritual nails and engraved with spiritual patterns, with strands of energy surging through it.

Spiritual nails are embedded in the back. Every time a powerful tribe is conquered, a spiritual nail will be nailed into the back. This is not only a decoration, but also a symbol of the glorious moment in the milestone of conquest, witnessing its bloody conquest and supreme glory along the way.

But in truth, he had no desire to kill.

"Spirit bone, the black tide is coming."

At this moment, an urgent voice came from the light mirror suspended not far away.

Linggu turned his head and looked at the mirror. The image in the mirror showed inky black waves, like an unstoppable torrent sweeping across the earth.

The creature known as the spirit bone nodded indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes:
"I know."

Desperate situations, difficult situations...he's used to them along the way.

After silently staring at the black tide in the mirror for a long time, Linggu asked:

"Guang Jing, how many years have you followed me?"

"I have fought with you for 728 years."

Hearing this number, a trace of emotion emerged in Linggu's eyes, and the images buried deep in his memory came to his mind.

He knew from a young age that the world was vast, but he never imagined that the world was much bigger than he imagined.

Before entering the monster world, the small world he lived in was called "Star Hill", which was divided into three world levels, namely the Netherworld Furnace World, the Atrium World and the Star Ring World.

At that time, he was just an insignificant member of the lower-level Crucible Realm, making a living by picking up scraps from the upper two realms in the garbage dump.

According to the normal growth trajectory, he should have been wiped out by all living beings until he found a rusty mirror while rummaging through the garbage.

He did not take it seriously at first, until one day he accidentally discovered that the optical mirror actually possessed an "analytical" ability that could analyze the nature, structure, weaknesses, and operating rules of things in a short period of time.

This ability can not only be used in combat, but also in learning, manufacturing, and repairing. It is an all-round auxiliary prop.

Even the incomplete methods circulating in the lower world can be repaired and optimized by the light mirror and turned into top-level cultivation methods.

What made him feel even more incredible was that there was actually a fragment of consciousness with the ability to think left in the realm of light.

The trajectory of his life changed from then on.

But his living environment destined him to be a weakling, and he never thought of touching the interests of the creatures in the two worlds.

With his mind stamped, he even thought about submitting the light mirror to the order supervisor.

But the law of the world is that only a few people are destined to stand at the top of the world.

Even if you have never thought of overthrowing the order, as long as you have the power to touch interests, you will still be regarded as a threat by the group of people standing at the top.

Having the potential to grow to the top is an unacceptable sin in the eyes of those who establish order.

Danger is coming quietly.

At that time, he didn't understand why these orderers couldn't let him go when he just wanted to be a dog for them.

Having escaped death-threatening crises countless times, he began to ponder a question: Why was I born at the bottom of the world and could only pick up the leftovers left by the creatures from the two upper realms?

Why can we only struggle in the lower world and be ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of fate?

He used to think that the members of the resistance alliance in the lower world were all fools, and that it was extremely stupid to try to shake a tree with an ant.

His own strength became the sharp weapon for him to break through the shackles of ideological imprints.

With a microscope, everything is possible.

That day, he buried the body of his persecuted mother and stood in front of the grave, looking up at the sky.

His eyes penetrated through the layers of clouds and reached the boundless sky.

The sky that once seemed out of reach and filled him with awe now filled him with suspicion and anger.

Were all the hardships and insurmountable gaps we have experienced in the past simply due to our own weakness?

Does that mean that as long as one possesses power that surpasses the higher realms, one can replace them and become the rule maker?

Countless questions flooded into my mind like a tide.

Are the rules of this world formed naturally, or are they shackles deliberately created by the powerful in the upper realm in order to consolidate their own status?

Thinking of his fellow tribesmen who were oppressed like him, and those faces struggling in suffering, an uncontrollable rage surged in his heart.

A seed of resistance was planted.

He wants to change the world and build a perfect world with equality in his heart.

Perhaps this process is just like a moth flying into a flame, but he is willing to try once for this dream.

After this, he joined the Resistance Alliance and declared war on the upper two worlds.

As he grew older and gained more knowledge, he gradually realized that the origin of the light mirror was far more complicated than he had imagined.

By continuously feeding resources, the light microscope's memory is partially restored during this period.

Only then did he realize that the light mirror was not a divine artifact left behind by creatures from the upper realm, but a relic of a powerful clan from the outside world. It could grow by absorbing energy and matter.

Relying on the power provided by the light mirror, he broke the shackles of life and constantly broke through himself.

It lasted 237 years.

He started out as a weakling in the lower world, and finally led his people in the Crucible World to stand at the top of the world.

A few years later, he and his people who followed him established a new world order.

But the new order did not change the world pattern.

The world is still composed of three layers: the furnace, the atrium, and the star ring.

The difference is that the Shouxu clan he led rose from the bottom to the top, while the former top fell to the bottom.

It was at this moment that he realized that the operation of the world was destined to have countless underlying entities.

The bottom furnace world is essentially the energy pool that keeps the world running. It requires short-lived life to become fuel in a polluted environment to provide energy for the world to run.

This is not a story about a dragon slayer becoming a dragon, but the fact that this world essentially requires a group of creatures in the furnace world to become consumables for the world to operate.

The structure of the Star Hill world is like an eternal cycle. No matter who stands at the top, they cannot change the fate of the bottom layer as fuel.

Even if the original intention is to change, in the end we have to adapt to the rules of the world and become part of maintaining the operation of the world.

The will of an individual is meaningless in the face of the rules of the world. Even if one stands at the top, one cannot change the nature of the world.

Just like the food chain in nature, algae need to cover the entire ocean surface to feed the krill, and the krill need to cover the entire sea to maintain the survival of whales. The Furnace World is the basic supply that plays the role of "marine algae", and is essentially paying the cost of energy conversion for the entire civilization.

Removing the bottom layer means the entire food chain will collapse.

From a higher dimension, the existence of this class is not simply oppression, but a mechanism to maintain the balance of the world.

The short-lived creatures in the Crucible use themselves as fuel to provide power for the entire world. This may seem cruel, but it is also the cornerstone of world stability.

If this structure is forcibly broken, it would be like pulling out the cornerstone of the building "the world", and the whole world would be destroyed.

Those lower-class creatures who he once regarded as symbols of suffering are actually the foundation for everything.

Now, he stands at the top of the world, but finds that his efforts are just replacement, not change.

Perhaps one day in the future, there will still be seeds like his blooming in the lower world, roaring with resentment towards their predetermined fate.

Eventually, like him, you will stand at the top, complete the replacement, and become the new maintainer of order.

What was even more unbelievable to him was that when he looked up the historical data of the former top-level ethnic groups that had been knocked down to the bottom world, he discovered that they had also risen from the bottom world, overthrown the former top level, and completed the replacement.

He thought he had changed his fate, but he was just completing a cycle of reincarnation.

History proves that reincarnation never stops.

At that moment, he fell into self-doubt and realized that building a perfect world where all lives are equal was just a childish joke.

Depressed, desperate, and demoralized after his dream collapsed.

Until one day, he figured it out.

The reason they are unable to break free from the cycle is that they are limited by the world below their feet. Perhaps they can seek breakthroughs and changes in the world at a higher level.

He was determined to lead the creatures of the Star Hill world to a higher level world and break this long and endless cycle of slavery.

The seeds took root and he was actively preparing for it.

After hundreds of years of preparation, he successfully led his people to break the shackles of the world and descend into the monster world.

This world is the world he has always dreamed of, but the only thing that is fair is the environment.

In this vast world, there are countless powerful tribes that are beyond his imagination, and the law of the jungle is still the rule of survival in this world.

Unless he can stand on top of the world and establish a brand new order in this world with automatically derived resources, a new world where the lower-level creatures are no longer needed as consumables.

The emergence of the monster world brought his shattered dreams together and rekindled his ambition to change the world.

For a dream so grand as to be unreal, he carried the ambition to change the world, led his people to conquer all directions and set sail again.

Powerful enemies fell one after another, and the more he understood this world, the further he felt from his dream.

But the pursuit of dreams never stops.

This world can carry his dreams and provide the resources and fuel needed to pursue his dreams.

He will keep running until he stands at the top of this world and becomes a strong man who can change everything.

Coming back to his senses, Linggu focused his gaze on the surging black tide in the light mirror.

The name of Kuroshio was well-known, and he had heard of it many times from the defeated tribes. Now he finally met him.

Although this is just a combat unit in the Black Tide, he needs to give everything to fight it.

Only by overcoming the past can there be a new future.

"Light mirror, fusion."

The light mirror decomposed at this time, turning into countless energy light spots and merging with the body of the spirit bone.

Inside the clan's territory, the "force gathering" formation that had been prepared long ago was activated. Countless clan members stretched out their hands, and suddenly starlight overflowed from their bodies and floated towards the spirit bones.

Just like ice and snow melting into boiling magma, a dazzling halo burst out from the body of the spirit bone in an instant, spreading out like ripples.

The light spots under the skin quickly traveled through the body like electric currents, outlining complex spiritual patterns. The muscles began to swell, and every inch of skin emitted a golden glow. Strength continued to condense during this period.

As energy continued to pour in, the spirit bone's body, which was originally nearly three meters tall, gradually grew taller.

The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, no longer as cold as before, but burning with passion and determination.

The power roared and surged in his body like a raging tsunami, his meridians were widened to an unprecedented degree, and every beat released surging energy waves.

The bones also made crisp explosions under the baptism of this force. It was as if they were reshaped, becoming harder and stronger to carry the powerful body that had been integrated with the power of the tribesman.

The spirit bones howled towards the sky, and the sound was like rolling thunder, resounding between heaven and earth.

His height reached five meters in the blink of an eye.

The body emitting golden energy floated in the air at this time, like a sun rising into the sky, bursting with dazzling light.

Looking down at the tribesmen who had fallen to the ground exhausted after devoting their strength, Linggu clenched his fists, the fighting spirit in his heart rising:
"Wait for me to come back."

After he finished speaking, he turned into a ray of golden light and headed straight towards the direction where the black tide was sweeping over.

The air was cut by the golden light, a whistling sound exploded in the ears, and the speed of the flying spirit bone was getting faster and faster.

The fighting spirit in my heart continued to rise.

Rise from obscurity, break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, swimming upstream.

Along the way, he faced desperate situations countless times but never fell down.

It has always been like this, and this time will be no exception.

A black tide covering the sky and the sun appeared in sight, like an endless dark ocean, crushing the earth with overwhelming force.

Wherever it passed, the earth broke apart, revealing inky black cracks, as if it was going to swallow up everything in the world, and it was roaring with a breath of destruction.

Linggu's expression was stern, with fighting spirits burning in his eyes. His body suddenly accelerated and crashed into the black tide, as if he wanted to break through the dark wave with his own body.

With his arms spread out, the golden energy around him surged like a substance, transforming into bright rays of light, interweaving into a rune pattern on the surface of the body, enveloping the body.

"kill!"

With a roar, the spirit bones crashed into the black tide.

Countless evil figures gathered in the black tide and pounced and bit.

boom!
With one punch, golden light cleared the way, and a large number of evil spirits were blown into powder and merged back into the black tide.

A sharp hissing sound came from the depths of the black tide, and thousands of evil spirits pressed down like a swarm of bees.

The golden light around the spirit bone was suppressed by the black tide and made a crackling sound. The twelve spirit nails on the back suddenly burst out with golden sharpness. It was the burning of the racial essence extracted from the twelve powerful tribes that were conquered.

Twelve golden chains penetrated the black tide, stirring under the control of the spirit bones, creating golden whirlpools in the black tide.

The light realm integrated into the spirit bone body continuously scans the black tide information, trying to find weaknesses.

Seven nested analytical runes appeared on the retina.

However, the invincible optical microscope was unable to detect any weaknesses of the Kuroshio Tide, which had never happened before.

There are only two possibilities for this phenomenon to occur.

There are no flaws in the Black Tide, no weaknesses that can be targeted.

Or perhaps the level of the Black Tide is too high, exceeding the limit of what the light mirror can decompose.

But... he doesn't care.

The vortex created by the golden chain began to compress under the impact of endless evil spirits. The power in the spirit bone rose, and the broken horns grew gilded patterns. The spirit nails on the back exploded one after another, releasing energy to tear the back and fill the spine.

With blood staining his back, Linggu's figure continued to rise as he charged hard in the black tide.

At this moment, Linggu seemed to see his former self in a trance.

The self who started from humble beginnings and grew up in pressure and despair.

Feeling the extreme oppression brought by the black tide, Linggu fought more and more fiercely, wanting to use his own power to tear apart the endless darkness that blocked the road to his dream.

"kill!"

The black tide surged and compressed, and the number of evil spirits not only did not decrease but was gradually increasing, and the strength of the black tide evil spirits that appeared was getting stronger and stronger.

At this time, on the high tower at the node of Tianyuan Realm, the evil spirit of earth thought was paying attention to this "idiot" who dared to directly kill into the black tide.

Feeling the fighting spirit conveyed by the Evil Eye's analysis, the desire to fight was also ignited in the heart of the Evil Spirit.

"Di Nian, you are not a warrior."

"I understand." Although the desire to fight rose in his heart, the evil spirit of the earth chose to listen to the ideas of the evil eye.

But it could fight in another way.

The thought flashed through his mind, and in the perception picture, the black energy around the spirit bone quickly gathered in one direction.

The consciousness of the Earth Evil Spirit descended, and the black tide surged and compressed, condensing into the outline of the Earth Evil Spirit's projected body.

The power continued to sublimate, and the projection of the evil spirit on earth quickly solidified.

When the darkness dissipated, the projection of the evil spirit of the earth appeared.

The humanoid projection stood in the air with his arms folded across his chest. He was more than two meters tall, with dark red skin, two flames burning in his eye sockets, and his body was filled with the aura of violence and destruction.

Looking at the rapidly approaching spiritual bones from afar, Di Nian raised his hands and the black energy gathered towards his hands.

A pair of ferocious black boxing gloves condensed on the fists, with wisps of dark mist lingering on the surface.

The spirit bone was surrounded by a bright light, like the scorching sun descending, rushing towards it with unstoppable momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit bone was close, and the clenched right fist suddenly struck out, hitting the evil spirit on the ground like a falling meteorite.

The evil spirit of the ground grinned ferociously and swung out with his right fist to meet the fist of the spirit bone.

boom!
The two fists collided, like two stars colliding, with a deafening sound and a circular shock wave spreading out in all directions with the collision point as the center.

The strong airflow blew away the nearby black fog, forming an energy vacuum zone in the black tide.

The two figures swayed at the same time, and after stabilizing their bodies, they exerted force at the same time.

The evil spirit of Earth Mind took the lead in attacking, and his left fist, with a black stream of light, struck towards Linggu's face like lightning.

Linggu tilted his head slightly and narrowly avoided the punch, then quickly counterattacked, his left fist like a cannonball, hitting the evil spirit's chest heavily.

The evil spirit of Earth Nian reacted extremely quickly, pulling back his left arm to protect his chest before swinging his fist.

Linggu's punch hit the arm with a dull thud, and the figure of the evil spirit broke through the black fog and flew backwards.

His figure stepped in the air, and the black mist automatically gathered to the soles of his feet, turning into ripples that continued to spread, absorbing and transmitting the power.

The evil spirit of the earth raised its head, and the spirit bones attacked again.

The two fists collided again, and after a loud noise like a landslide, the arms of both men were shaken and blood splattered, with traces of blood splattering in the air.

The body of the evil spirit of Earth Nian shook violently, but he took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, with his right fist carrying a black torrent, directly hitting the throat of Ling Gu.

Linggu did not retreat but advanced instead, his right fist was like a collapsing mountain, attacking with tremendous force.

The figures of the two were shrouded in black fog, and dull collision sounds and the sounds of bones colliding and rubbing against each other continued to be heard.

The fighting skills of the evil spirits on earth improved at a speed visible to the naked eye during this process.

The light mirror on Linggu's body cannot analyze the black tide, but the evil eye beside the Earth Evil Spirit can easily analyze Linggu's combat habits and provide real-time data support for the Earth Evil Spirit.

It’s just that Di Nian didn’t try to understand these data.

It just wants to have a good fight and release its fighting desire like a wild beast.

During this process, the evil spirit of the earth became stronger and stronger, and the depression and hostility in his heart caused by the mysterious commander of the Wan family were released in the collision.

After a long roar towards the sky, the evil spirit of the earth punched the spirit bone and sent it flying backwards.

This was the second battle it personally fought after arriving in the monster world.

The first battle was against a little guy from the Against Tide Legion. He was suppressed by him the whole time. If the Wan Clan had not intervened, he would have been killed by him.

But the guy in front of him was obviously not so lucky.

"Di Nian, he has a piece of pseudo-rule fragment on him."

During the battle, the voice of the Evil Eye sounded in its mind.

"Fragments of pseudo rules?"

"It has not yet become a rule, but it is close to becoming a force that is materialized. After being swallowed, it can be used to increase the strength of the black tide... In simple terms, it is somewhat useful, but not very useful. There is an insurmountable gap between rules and non-rules."

"I understand." After a brief distraction, the evil spirit continued to fight.

The violent collision continued.

The difference is that in Linggu's eyes, this is a fight to the death where life and the future of the race are at stake.

But in the eyes of the evil spirit on the ground, this is a game for venting emotions, and the word "failure" has never appeared in its eyes since the beginning.

With the endless energy support provided by the Black Tide, his projected body could heal instantly, but he didn't do so because he just wanted to fight to his heart's content.

But his opponent's spirit bones were gradually becoming tired.

The power of the punch was gradually weakening in the eyes of the evil spirit, and it gradually lost the fun.

"Game over."

The evil spirit of the earth grabbed the spirit bone, which was covered in blood but still had the desire to fight burning in its eyes, and pressed him to the ground.

boom!
The moment he landed, cracks appeared on the ground.

Linggu opened his mouth and coughed up blood, and the evil spirit of Di Nian let go, and he fell backwards to the ground.

Looking at the shaky spirit bones that were struggling to stand up, a hint of admiration emerged in his heart.

But it was limited to appreciation, without a trace of pity in its eyes.

Facing the oncoming fist, it suddenly punched out and knocked Linggu down again.

This time, no matter how hard Linggu struggled, he couldn't get up.

The golden light on his body dissipated and turned into a magic mirror, which was sucked into the hands of the evil spirit of Earth Nian.

Linggu raised his head, his tired eyes still showing the will to fight, but his weak body almost made him faint:

"I won't...lose."

Hearing these words, a hideous smile appeared on the corner of the evil spirit's mouth:
"Is this thing important to you?"

Faced with the question, Linggu did not say anything, but let out a low roar from his throat.

"But in my eyes, this thing is worthless." After saying that, the evil spirit threw the mirror towards the black fog.

As Linggu looked incredulous, the light mirror quickly decomposed in the black mist, and the surging energy merged into the black mist.

"Guang Jing!" Guang Gu roared hysterically.

After decomposing the light mirror, the evil eye extracted a large amount of information recorded by the power and shared it with the evil spirit on earth.

After receiving the decomposition information, the Earthly Evil Spirit was silent for a moment, then looked at the weak Light Bone and shook his head:

"What you see as a miracle that can turn the world around is nothing but firewood of limited value in my eyes. Your dream is so big that it is beyond your power to bear. It is nothing but vanity."

The vitality in Guanggu's body was rapidly fading, and he continued to struggle but was unable to stand up.

The anger in his eyes seemed to melt the evil spirits on the earth.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he knew he had already lost.

The journey towards your dream will eventually come to an end.

In his hometown world, he was once the protagonist.

But in this world, he is at the bottom of the society struggling to survive, and everything seems to have returned to the starting point in the Crucible World.

The difference is that this time there is no similar rise.

The bare bone's fingertips were deeply sunken in the mud, blood seeping out from between the fingers, but the determination in his heart was weakening.

The vitality in his body began to fade away faster at this moment, and he finally opened his eyes and died.

The black tide gathered and enveloped Guanggu's body, and the projected body of the Earth Evil Spirit then merged into the black tide.

……

On the tower platform, the evil eye blinked and looked at the evil spirit on the ground:

“How do you feel after you’ve let off steam?”

"Not bad, but I feel a little sad. This guy always has the will to fight, but he is too weak."

Evil Eyes listened, thought for a moment, and then nodded:

"A flower that blooms by chance can never defeat a mature planting system. In his eyes, he may have been the protagonist of the world, unique, but in this world, there are as many people like him as stars. The brilliance he strives to bloom is just an ordinary scene. Perhaps, only his small hometown world can accommodate his slightly naive ideals, but here, only the weight of the results is recognized."

"The tribes that can come to the monster world must have had a glorious rise. We don't care about their struggles and efforts before they broke through the ground, nor do we care about their gorgeous blooms. All we care about is the nutrients they can provide when they wither."

The evil spirit of the ground said indifferently:
"Too many guys who think they are the protagonists have stepped onto the stage of the monster world, hoping to continue to advance triumphantly and create the glory that the small world once had. However, only a very small number of people can truly become the protagonists. Even I am just an insignificant corner of this vast world. He can't even surpass me, so how can he stand on top of the world and establish a new order?"

Evil Eye nodded in agreement:
"His rise came from the Light Mirror. The external object raised his growth ceiling, but the Light Mirror is essentially a fragment of a prop that other races left behind in the lower world for some reason. The Light Mirror made him what he is, but it is also the ceiling that he can hardly break through."

"In fact, there are many poets in the small world who hold high the torch of changing the world. In their eyes, they are strong, but the real strong are not those who change the world, but those who make the rules, just like my Lord or Emperor Zhao. Only those who reach this level are the real strong. As for other races, they are just passive followers of the rules."

The evil spirit of earthly thought heard this and suddenly asked curiously:
"Evil Eyes, do you think it's possible for me to grow to such a height?"

"Want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the truth."

"You can't even get past the Wan family, yet you still dream of becoming a powerful person who makes rules and order. What a pipe dream."

Di Nian:......

"Evil eye."

"Ah."

"I called you an idiot."

"Ah."

"grass."

Faced with the invulnerable evil eye, the evil spirit of the earth suddenly lost its spirit.

In his eyes, the evil eye has no weaknesses. No matter how cruel the words he says, they will be ineffective against the evil eye.

Feeling angry but unable to vent, the evil spirit gnashed its teeth:

"Evil Eye, tell me the truth, is there any flaw that can hurt you?"

"Have."

When the evil spirits heard this, they immediately became interested:

"tell me the story."

"My weakness is you."

Di Nian:......

"nausea!"

(End of this chapter)