The power of the demon is a powerful energy source in the non-main universe. These energy sources are scattered in the endless multiverse. As long as the methods recorded in the black magic are used, that is, the so-called spells, they can use these incredible energy to do all kinds of things that ordinary people think are miraculous.

This is the result of Madilly's research.

It is also a theory supported by many senior professors of the Black Magic School, but no matter how powerful the black magicians in the past did not have such rich resources as Madilly, nor did they have the high-dimensional warships that could cross the starry sky and overtake the entire universe as a high-dimensional warship in their palms.

So now, Madili is looking for the source of the demon's energy through the reverse reversal of the high-dimensional warship.

When he plunged into the golden ocean, feeling the power of the demon gods everywhere in the space and the unprecedented energy level, he screamed in surprise.

“Successfully.”

"I made it."

"As long as energy of this level is controlled by the power here, the authority of the high-dimensional warship can definitely be improved."

But for some reason, looking at the golden ocean in front of me, Madilly always felt a strange sense of familiarity.

However, the surprises brought by the power of the Demon God were even more than Madili imagined. No, it should be far beyond his previous estimate of the power of the Demon God. These surprises made him let go of the strange sense of familiarity in his heart and began to use various detection rays and fluctuations to detect the nearby situation.

But just now, a gentle will shines in his heart like the light shining under the sun.

"Are you here again?"

"What?" Madilly exclaimed: "Who? Who are you? Who are you talking?" His mind moved, and the thought waves that were swimming at the speed of light had been stimulated, but the surroundings were empty, except for the golden light, there was no golden light, and no life could be seen at all.

"Who am I?" The voice wandered in Madilly's heart like a ghost, and said, "I... don't remember anymore. There is no point in question of who I am."

The mind was vigorously and boiling, but even the thought waves emitted like this still did not reflect any information. At this moment, Madilly understood that as long as there were millions of kilometers nearby, there was indeed no traditional existence of matter, fluctuations, radiation, etc.

Even the golden light itself is in an immaterial state.

‘Three possibilities…One is that there is a problem with my thinking wave, the other is that the rules of this universe are different from the main universe, and the third is that there are both.’

At the same time, Madilly also realized something, the existence of voice, was not hostile. Instead, it seemed to be a kind of communication existence.

So he tried to stir up his thoughts and emitted a message around him.

"Then what are you doing here? Are you born in this universe?"

The voice was silent for a while before it rang in Madilly's heart again: "I am not the life of this universe. I am very sure of this. I have forgotten why I am here. I... I only remember that I am waiting, waiting..."

Madilly couldn't help asking, "What are you waiting for?"

"I don't remember..."

Madilly sighed, “What do you remember?”

"Lonely...eternal...lonely..."

As the voice sighed, Madili completely lost the other party's sense. No matter how he shouted or fluctuated, he could never receive any information from the other party. In the entire golden flame, he was the only one who was carrying him quietly.

In this quiet time, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like forever. Countless times had passed by.

At this moment, he sensed that there seemed to be a violent fluctuation of thinking ahead of him.

“Successfully.”

"I made it."

The next moment, he said in a silence: "Are you here again?"

...

Main Universe, in the Comet Laboratory.

Madilly's eyes opened slightly, and a trace of golden light spread out from it.

"What's going on?"

"Why are all detection methods invalid?"

Yes, although Madilly found the golden light, that is, the origin of the golden demon god's energy, he successfully found the door to the past with the help of the power of the high-dimensional warship.

But now Madilly discovered that no matter he used any detection methods of the main universe, or even the fluctuations of his proud thinking, he could not get even a little feedback from the other side of the door.

“No, it’s not that there is no feedback at all.”

The only feedback Madilly received was loneliness, a feeling of being lonely, cold, and extremely lonely.

He didn't understand why he had not received any reflection information, but he got this feeling of loneliness.

A few days later, Madili looked at the light gate opened by the high-dimensional warship in front of him and said silently.

Zuo Qingcang, the Galaxy Arena, and even the God and Demon List have been left behind by him. Compared with these things, the gate of the high-dimensional warships in front of him, the universe, the source of the power of the golden demon god, is what he is most concerned about now.

He looked at the light gate in front of him with a fascinating look.

No detection methods have any effect. Whether it is various materials, spacecraft, aliens, plants, animals, minerals, or rays or fluctuations, everything completely loses its response after reaching the other side of the light gate.

Although Madilly knew some properties, it was just fur. There was no doubt that the source of the golden demon god on the other side of the door had incredible power.

Finally, Madili slowly stretched out his palm and moved inch by inch towards the light gate in front of him until his palm stopped in front of the light gate.

The next moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and his palm suddenly reached towards the light gate.

In an instant, his entire palm was swallowed by the light gate, and the material connection was almost cut off. However, relying on the fluctuations of his thinking on his palm, he vaguely felt the scene on the other side of the door.

A thousandth of a second passed, and Madilly's expression immediately became extremely ferocious, and a terrifying tide of energy was released from every pore of his body, evaporating the entire Comet Laboratory into dust.

The light gate of the high-dimensional battleship was closed instantly. Madilly looked at his broken palm tremblingly. When he saw the faint golden color on the wound, he suddenly laughed: "So that's it, so it's like this..."

"I am now..."

"No... from now on, I. My power will be invincible."

Just as incomparable confidence filled Madilly's chest, a chuckle came from his ear.

"Is it invincible? Then let me see your strength, the little frog at the bottom of the well."

The next moment, Madili only felt an irreversible will fall from the sky, and then the colorful light in front of him lit up, and he had already arrived in a vast void.

With his grasp of the high-dimensional warship, he immediately realized that he had come to the universe.

The center of the Milky Way, close to the large black hole in the center of the Milky Way.

A huge light belt that spans the starry sky in the distance is emitting brilliant starlight. It is a combustion phenomenon caused by the sucking of countless matter into the black hole at the speed of light.

And just in the void about a hundred kilometers away from him, a man in a black robe was standing quietly in the void.

"Zuo Qingcang?" Madili sneered: "You just stole the authority of the high-dimensional warship and sent me here? Humph, have you joined the resistance organization? But the authority used by the traitor, as the fifth place on the Gods and Demons list, can be banned at any time..."

He didn't know that Zuo Qingcang was practicing the idea of ​​immortality, and he didn't know that the idea of ​​immortality was powerful across the void. He would naturally speculate based on his own perception that Zuo Qingcang had just obtained his whereabouts from there, and then used the authority of the high-dimensional warship mastered by the resistance organization to move him out.

But at this moment, he got something from the other side of the door that could surpass the entire main universe. His self-confidence was bursting to an unprecedented level, not to mention that he had the highest authority of the high-dimensional warship and did not take Zuo Qingcang seriously at all.

After shook his hand, the original wound had healed and regeneration was completed. Madilly said, "Are you planning to fight me?"

"Haha, do you know what kind of existence you are facing?"

"No, there is no so-called battle." Zuo Qingcang looked at Madili, and the next moment, several figures were pulled over by him from the distant void."

"It's just a cleanup operation."

Zuo Qingcang closed his eyes, and his thinking spread rapidly in the void. As he practiced mantras, recited mantras, studied mantras, and watched mantras more and more. The range of his power could reach was wider and wider. Not only that, as the mantras were continuity in time, he found that he seemed to see the past, present, and future.

...

Emperor Yanmo, or Dugu Feng, was walking silently in front of him, an old man stood behind him, with a very long white beard dragged directly to the ground. These white beards were pure white and soft, floating in the air like a ball of smoke.

Behind the old man, there was another middle-aged man with a national face. The man was wearing a dark green uniform and his back was as straight as a javelin, following the two of them firmly.

The old man looked at Dugu Feng's back in front of him and asked, "Afeng, where are you going?" The other party had obtained the strongest position at this moment, but there was no trace of joy and joy on his face.

Dugu Feng stopped and countless memories flashed through his mind instantly.

After following Sancai across the long river of time and coming to the emperor's headquarters, he realized how small the world he had in the past was.

The world is composed of time. Time is like a river that keeps surging forward. The past, future and present are all in different positions on the river.

And because of choice and probability, time is divided into countless branch rivers.

Ordinary forces occupy mountains, islands, continents, stars, and resources in space.

The founder of the emperor, the power of the century-old empire, occupied time.

Ten thousand years ago, the hundred years after the first destruction of the earth, the hundred years hidden in the fog, which has not been recorded in any record is the time occupied by the century-old empire.

The Centennial Empire classified this century into one hundred areas, each year as a district. All members do what they want to do in the territory of this year until a year has passed, collect and package all the information, and then transmit it to the beginning of the year a year ago, where they repeatedly live in their own field of one year.

So, they have time to reuse, resources to reuse unlimitedly, and of course unlimited lifespan.

Every year is developing alone, but the results of the first year affect the second year, and the second year affect the results of the third year. Until the first hundred years, the century-old empire occupied time and developed in a way that ordinary people could not imagine. If every second, every minute, every hour is recorded and viewed from the perspective of a third party, it is changing all the time and constantly creating new parallel universes.

In order to create an absolute security and a field that will never fall in the century-old empire, the century-old empire has created an act of destroying the earth's civilization.

One day before the founding of the Centennial Empire, all the forces on the earth were destroyed, so no one could stop the establishment of the Centennial Empire.

And in the 101st year when the century-old empire was not occupied, they also destroyed all civilizations on the earth, even encompassing themselves.

As for the emperor, it is the only legacy left by the Centennial Empire after its destruction in 101 years. Helping them monitor the next ten thousand years. Ten thousand years will be a safe and vigilant distance established by the Centennial Empire.

So no matter in the past or the future, there is no creature that can interfere with or even threaten the existence of the century-old empire. They will live forever within this century, just like a river being disconnected from front and back and protected, becoming a private territory of the century-old empire.

Now, Dugu Feng, the Saint of Yanmo, has gone through vicissitudes and has been continuously promoted to the century-old empire with his amazing talent. He has developed rapidly from his first year's field. At the thirteenth century of his psychological age, he has arrived at the final century-old field and has become the core figure of the century-old empire.
To be continued...