Hearing the word "play", the eyes of the five Fuwa dolls instantly lit up, like morning stars.
Chen Yang's mind sank to the deepest level at the same time.
There, it was empty, devastated, and still had not recovered.
This time, I resisted the pull of black sky, the attraction of mid-heaven, and the damage caused by forcefully descending on this world. There is still a long way to go to restore it to the original state.
If this situation remains unchanged, Chen Yang will inevitably face a tragic situation with no way forward when his practice reaches a certain level.
But that’s a story for another day.
He still has a lot of time and a lot of space to deal with this problem.
Chen Yang's attention is not on this either.
In the sea of consciousness, he called the reincarnation disk of the heavens over and over again.
It’s not about using a certain voice, but constantly visualizing it, visualizing its image, visualizing its power, visualizing its breath...
Gradually, a torn image of the reincarnation disk of the heavens was summoned by Chen Yang and emerged in the middle of the sea of consciousness.
Chen Yang took a closer look and was secretly speechless.
There are countless cracks all over the samsara disk of the heavens, some are only shallowly carved, and some are completely penetrated.
The current reincarnation disk of the heavens is just barely maintaining its appearance, as if just making the slightest sound to disturb it will cause it to fall apart into pieces, making it impossible to put it back together.
This was the situation that Chen Yang found himself in these days as he kept gathering wool in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.
Otherwise, let alone not being able to call it out, even if it is called out, it will probably disintegrate immediately and Chen Yang will not be able to cry.
"Use your magical power!"
Chen Yang cautiously and slowly reached out his hand and grabbed it on the Samsara Disk.
This grasping is like grabbing a piece of air, lightly passing over its surface, and relying on the wind to blow off a layer of breath.
The next second, Chen Yang quickly withdrew from the sea of consciousness, allowing the reincarnation disk of the heavens to continue to disappear.
He didn't know if the wisp of breath he captured was enough?
I don’t dare to get enough if I don’t have enough.
He would rather go to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons and spend a month shearing wool than dare to touch the cycle of reincarnation in the heavens again.
It's just the loss of catching a wisp of breath. The reincarnation disk of the heavens is trembling violently, and new cracks are constantly extending gracefully.
Chen Yang opened his eyes on the mass grave and subconsciously reached out to wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.
"It's so exciting."
He sighed with emotion, terrified.
On Chen Yang's body, the five Fuwa dolls looked confused. They didn't know what happened and why "Dad" was shaking so hard.
They thought they were playing a game, so they all giggled and jumped up and down.
"Come on, stop jumping and get in line."
Chen Yang said hello. This time was different from last time. The five Fuwa dolls stood obediently in front of him, their hands and feet tied up, and they were extremely well-behaved.
Chen Yang took another deep breath, then held his breath and spread his right hand that had been clenched into a fist in front of Fuwa.
"With this breath, summon the projection."
"The reincarnation of the heavens appears!"
Chen Yang raised his open palm upwards.
"boom!"
An illusory projection of the reincarnation disk of the heavens emerged out of thin air.
"change!"
Chen Yang drank in a low voice again.
"Click~"
"Kacha~Kacha~~"
The reincarnation disk of the heavens slowly rotated through one grid.
A looming vortex emerged from the projection of the samsara disk in the heavens.
The vortex is not stable and may collapse at any time.