Chapter 1345: Return of Good Fortune
In the old god's body, the defense power reached a terrifying 13 million points!
Proves how powerful its vitality once was.
But for the gods, having spiritual power is the same as having nothing. Even its huge body cannot sense it.
It is already on its last legs and is about to die completely.
The corrupt rules that are about to spread will corrode the entire moon and even spread to the earth...
The living beings that the old god has spent his entire life protecting will eventually perish with him.
Apart from its defensive power, even its bloodline talent was gone...
Only an empty shell of a body remained.
At this moment, as Zhao Yin's gaze fell, the "mountain range" under his feet suddenly shook.
Immediately afterwards, the mountains shook violently, dust fell off, and turned into endless smoke, rolling in all directions.
Soon, the entire center of the moon was covered with smoke and dust.
At the same time, in Zhao Yin's Eye of God, the information about the old god was changing rapidly...
Its mental power rose madly, followed by its strength and agility... and even its already terrifying defense began to increase again...
The terrifying pressure spread in the center of the earth, causing the rock layer above to crack over a large area...
"recovery?"
Zhao Yin was startled and with a wave of his hand, he brought Meng Ke'an, Hong Kai, Niu Feng and Qing Lang beside him into the core world.
He grabbed Wang Chunhua by the collar, and the power of teleportation swept the two of them, and they instantly disappeared into the "mountains".
When he appeared again, Zhao Yin was already a thousand miles away.
Another teleportation, directly back to the entrance of the tiankeng.
The terrifying pressure still made his heart palpitate, and even Wang Chunhua turned slightly pale.
"This spider's life level, in its prime, is at least that of a fourth-level god!" Wang Chunhua said in a trembling voice.
Zhao Yin teleported for the third time and arrived a thousand miles away from the tiankeng.
He then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stood side by side with Wang Chunhua in the sky, stepped on the space barrier, and looked back in the direction of the tiankeng.
At this moment, Goni, the quasi-god of the Lizard Clan, crossed the sky like a meteor and came towards Zhao Yin.
With fear on his face, he landed beside Zhao Yin and looked back...
Within thousands of miles, the earth rolled like a tide, slowly compressing into the tiankeng.
The collapsed earth rapidly formed a larger crater, as if the entire back of the moon was collapsing inward.
As the ground disappeared, deep caves in the core of the earth were revealed.
Huge spiders quickly crawled out of the cave.
There are thousands and thousands of them, densely packed together...as if the entire moon is their nest.
At the same time, a mountain range emerged from the collapsed ground... It was a hundred miles long and covered with fluff like skyscrapers. It was a spider leg comparable to the Kunlun Mountains...
Then, boom!
As the terrifying spider legs fell to the ground, the entire moon shook.
"Humans, please stay away."
A vicissitudes of life voice suddenly echoed in the void, with a calm voice: "Sorry!"
"I'm sorry... I will die and cannot control the pressure of life!"
Zhao Yin immediately understood that this was probably the voice of the old god.
Is it a reflection of good fortune?
At this moment, an epiphany suddenly arose in Zhao Yin's heart.
The end of life is death!
The end of death is also life!
But this life is extremely short.
It is but a release, the last ember of life, before entering true death...
After death, it enters decay, and then it gives birth to all things. When one thing dies, all things are born...
All things evolve into stronger life, then die, then decay... and regenerate all things!
This cycle continues, and I don’t know when it will end…
Is this the cycle of life?
Zhao Yin thought of King Mo. When the old man lost the essence and blood of his ancestors, he seemed to have entered a state of auspicious reflection.
But he used great means to forcibly retain the last remaining spark of his life and took control of his own reincarnation.
Furthermore, this rule was used to create the Yin Spirit clan!
Is the ultimate truth of all things in this world a rule?
If the means are sufficient, can humans, with their weak bodies, also be able to control it?
At this moment, this feeling formed a brand and left a mark on Zhao Yin's mind.
Unfortunately, there has never been anyone who has mastered such great means throughout history... I wonder if there will be anyone like him in the future?
King Mo may be the only one throughout the ages.
Zhao Yin admitted that he was far, far inferior to the old man...
At this moment, Zhao Yin's soul suddenly shook...
……
This moment, the starting point!
The sky is still gray.
The rules here were arranged in a form that Zhao Yin could not understand, and even his gaze seemed to have lost its function.
It's not physical blindness, but under the rules of terror, the vision becomes weak, like an ordinary life, even the clouds in the sky can't be seen clearly, everything is blurry.
The second clone was still lying there on its back, its body compressed into a skeleton and had already begun to decay.
The SS-level enchanted armor on his body was unable to absorb the rules in the air to repair itself, and turned into dust and dissipated.
The chest was exposed to the air, with only ribs and sternum left, stained with bright red flesh...
The skin, meridians, blood... have long since evaporated.
His legs and hands had long since been separated from his body and turned into bones.
Like remains that have been dead for who knows how many years...
The only thing left of Zhao Yin was his head, with his eyeballs bulging out like glass beads mounted on a skull.
During this nearly one year, the second clone felt that his physical body was dying.
But the soul is gradually becoming in harmony with this world!
It felt like a drowning person, gradually turning into an aquatic species, his soul undergoing an extremely terrifying qualitative change.
The second clone didn't know what this qualitative change would bring...whether it would affect the main body and other clones because of its connection with the main body.
For nearly a year, he has been resisting this qualitative change.
Not far away, the space ship became increasingly mottled, with cracks on its hull, as if it would break at any moment.
Wang Xiaolei sat on the deck, hugging her knees with her hands, and she was as thin as a human skeleton...
She had already cried until her tears dried up. At this moment, she stared at Zhao Yin with a dull look, despair spreading all over her body...
At this moment, the only part of the second clone's head that still had life left.
The soul, which had been moving to the rhythm of the rookie's singing, suddenly became quiet!
Then, in the dead silence and shrinkage, life suddenly broke out!
"The end of death is life!"
"Die... If you keep holding on, there will be no hope. You have no choice but to fight!"
"Even if this clone can last for a year or two...but what about Wang Xiaolei?"
"That space ship can only last for a month at most, and she doesn't have a spirit-level soul like me!"
The second clone's dry eyelids slowly closed.
He gave up the nourishment of his soul to his body, and allowed any trace of rules in the air that were enough to make his heart palpitate to seep into his sea of consciousness...
At this moment, the vitality of the second clone's head quickly dissipated...