But just as Yi Chun's will was gradually being implemented as the divine power reverberated in the dream.
He suddenly realized something.
In an instant, Yi Chun roughly understood the relationship between him and his father.
It's hard to say it's very intimate.
Although so far, Yi Chun has not had any descendants in the realm of mortal physics.
And cannot possess the throbbing and surging emotions that originate from ordinary things.
But the long experience of time and dream travel allowed Yi Chun to understand this emotion to a certain extent.
It's very subtle and idealistic. It's hard to say that it's just a simple instinct that starts with the reproduction and continuation of the race.
More objectively speaking, it may be a two-way choice.
That's not something that can be summed up simply by an instinct.
For this point, we can roughly refer to the strength and radiation of the gods with relevant vocations to get some clues.
As for the derivatives and related products of divinity, it is another complex change that transcends the simple blood relationship of mortal things.
It is so large and complex that it not only involves some of the core contents of extraordinary professions such as warlocks, but also has some close connection with the sublimation and promotion stages of priests.
In fact, for Yi Chun, it is a rather subtle feeling...
Although there is no intimacy at all, the birth of the other person does come from his concept.
It's not very precise, but it can be regarded as a continuation or derivative of a certain path...
He may inherit some of Yi Chun's divinity and continue to grow.
Until one day, he surpassed the shade of the tree above his head and stretched out his own branches.
This is also a kind of comfort for those who follow the Tao...
As a result, the power of the dream swirled and stirred up some violent vibrations of chaos before dissipating under Yi Chun's claws.
He did not do what he usually did to those he recognized:
Generously impart some extraordinary inheritance.
Perhaps, this kid can find his own path...
In the dream, Yi Chun shook his tail and thought noncommittally.
At the same time, in a remote corner of the void, a devastating disaster is quietly sprouting...
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Void Minerals/Grit's Seven-Color Mining Area
"waste!"
The mine manager holding the Inferno limited edition model whip was furious.
The soldier captain in front of it stood there with a sullen face and was being scolded.
Of course, the face of the undead rarely sees the sun...
"One hundred and fifty high-level dark attendants, seventeen void gazers!"
"Being turned upside down by a small character who is neither a legend nor a legend!"
"Death's Edge - Yoram Nunez, maybe the power of death not only took away your brains, it also took away your wisdom!"
"Sorry, did I say something wrong?"
"When you were alive, you probably didn't have that thing."
The mining area manager counted the troops in the mining area in detail. It looked at the soldier leader with a sneer, and sprayed vicious venom in its words without scruples.
Of course, this is normal based on the overall average quality of the lower planes that has been infinitely lowered by the demons.
Except for a few high-level lichs who still retain their wisdom in life, there is no soft place in the cold and dark corners.
"Among them is a saint of the Sun God, who holds an artifact."
The soldier captain emphasized again.
"Yes, an artifact."
"What a word that makes the ants of darkness tremble."
"I couldn't help but be so scared that I cried. My beloved soldier captain..."
The mine manager huddled up and said shivering.
And the next moment, the fear on its face was filled with suppressed anger:
"That's no reason, Nunez!"
The dark power turned into an invisible, sharp blade, passing through the soldier's long body!
It cruelly and brutally tore apart the soldier's long bones and carved an eternal mark on them!
"I have to remember: you are no longer the high-ranking knight who charges fearlessly! You have to learn how to use your brain that you didn't use much when you were a mortal!"
"Artifact? Saint?"
"This is the territory of the great Lord of Nirvana, Zoran Hof!"
The mine manager waved the long whip in his hand and whipped the soldier leader hard!
The long whip with the dark power of the lower plane made the soldier commander couldn't help but let out some kind of mournful wail!
"Go away! Next time, go to the mine and use your 'muscles'!"
The mine manager stared at the soldier captain limping away, his eyes filled with some strong dissatisfaction.
It doesn't like this guy.
Stubborn, arrogant...
Just like it, the dark forces have long been thrown into the ruins of the times like the buried garbage.
However, why would the saints of the Sun God focus on such an ordinary mining area?
The mine manager stared at the cold inner wall of the mine, and his dark consciousness kept thinking.
Apart from a slightly larger storage capacity, it does not produce any rare limited minerals.
And due to the existence of the Void Behemoth, the progress of mining is very restricted.
Maybe, it's because of other reasons?
Is it because of the strategic location?
Or is it a certain aspect of the pantheon that puts pressure on the master?
The mine manager thought for a long time and had many ideas in his mind.
Moreover, based on the conventional operations in the lower plane, there are always only more or less enemies.
Even if there are no grudges in the past, it is reasonable for a certain sun god to suddenly declare war on the lower plane in order to purify the darkness.
Thinking of the spatial coordinates obtained by the other party, a slightly uneasy premonition echoed in the dark consciousness of the mine manager.
It was a sense of déjà vu as if disaster was imminent.
Could it be that it is a new round of war?
Or is it worse than that?
The mine manager shook his head.
In any case, it should inform the owner.
In darkness, we should pay more attention to those trivial and small fragments.
And just when Grit's Qise Mining Area fell into riots because of intruders.
In the comprehensive space transmission transfer station leading to the plane system near the World Tree, two sneaky figures suddenly appeared.
"That elite guard is so fucking tough!"
"I actually hit you with a sword, brother, and forcibly sounded the alarm."
Scroll of Whispers - Jin scratched his head and said with lingering fear.
They were just a hair away from being trapped in the void mine by the swarming guards.
Baitong didn't say anything. He was not surprised by this result.
Until now, he has not been able to fully utilize the power of this magical sword.
You know, it is a direct condensation of stars...
If he really pushes it with all his strength, Baitong doesn't know if the enemy can resist it. He probably won't be able to stop him...
The art of M-388 endures...
Soon, as the comprehensive network disaster coins were consumed, the two people gradually disappeared.
Under the World Tree, a certain orange cat was taking a nap and shook its ears slightly...
This chapter has been completed!