Yun Mo stood on the grassland, overlooking the world in front of him. All things in the sky and the endless nothingness were all stored in his heart.
Maybe I can bring new hope and life to this desolate world, making it no longer lonely, and it can even have a new meaning.
Yun Mo was thinking this in his heart, but he hadn't taken action yet. He just had the idea of creation in his mind, and the mark of the sacred tree on the back of his left hand emitted a faint light.
The black flames that activated the mark actually began to stir, spreading from his left arm to his whole body. The black divine fire rose from his body surface and enveloped him. The whole person was like a god who sent fire to the dark world, which was solemn.
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Under the stimulation of the black flames, the sacred tree mark burst out with dazzling light. Lines seeped out from Yun Mo's skin and circulated endlessly on the body surface, as if it had come to life.
The brilliance of the Imaginary Tree became more and more intense, shining like a hot star, brighter than the crescent moon in the sky, shining on this desolate world.
Under the illumination of the light, stars began to appear in the night sky that originally had only a solitary crescent moon. The bright stars lit up in the dark night, as if they were embellishing this desolate world with luster.
And on the land where the light shone, countless prosperous scenes appeared. Large animals wandered among the grasslands, some rare and strange beasts appeared in the forest, birds flew by and chirped, and flowers, plants and trees swayed in the wind, vying for beauty.
, competing for growth.
Laws, order, destiny, time, space, life, death, elements... everything is presented on this land, and the world is constantly evolving.
This has transcended the realm of creation, but is the realm of creation.
Both Heidao and Dancing Girl, who were originally Yunmo's creations, walked out of the camp and looked up at this grand starry sky feast, their hearts filled with respect.
But Yun Mo, who created this feast, was not at all excited or happy. Instead, he looked at the imprint of the divine tree burning brightly with a shocked look on his face. His accompanying black flames actually got out of control and changed under the guidance of the tree of imaginary numbers.
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Moreover, his body actually felt pain under the burning black flames. His flesh and blood burned like a candle, and his bones made a mournful sound, as if they would break in the next second.
This kind of pain is not just physical pain, but more like damage to the soul. The life and strength taken away by the flames are integrated into the mark of the sacred tree, causing it to feedback even greater vitality for use.
Create the world.
At this moment, Yunmo no longer looks like a god who created the world, but a madman raising fire!
Yun Mo was shocked inexplicably. He was not here to commit suicide. His left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and the halo of the Tree of Imaginary Numbers instantly shattered and returned to the mark.
The black flames were still burning, but the Yan Mo Sword at Yun Mo's waist began to buzz. As the body of Yun Mo's Golden Finger, it became surprisingly angry and forcibly swallowed up this rebellious power.
After exhausting it and sucking it into the blade, the black flames calmed down.
Yunmo suppressed the rebellion of the Imaginary Tree and the Black Flame, and the creation feast of this world was interrupted.
The creatures that were constantly born in the sacred light dissipated, but the creatures that had landed remained here. They looked up at the sky, as if they wanted to record this sacred moment and remember it forever.
Yunmo suppressed the rebellion of the Imaginary Tree and the Black Flame, and the creation feast of this world was interrupted.
The creatures that were constantly born in the sacred light dissipated, but the creatures that had landed remained here. They looked up at the sky, as if they wanted to record this sacred moment and remember it forever.
Yun Mo took a long breath, his face was slightly pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of money. He fell from the sky and sat on his knees on the grass, breathing heavily.
Seeing Yun Mo falling, Heidao and the dancers quickly gathered around. Although their faces were covered with veils, their anxiety and worry could be felt.
Yun Mo waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to worry. He had stabilized his emotions and was no longer panicked just now.
But Yun Mo still glanced at the sacred tree mark on the back of his hand with great fear. No wonder this thing might destroy him. I see...
It is true that being a creator is not something you can do casually. Even if you only create the prototype of a world, people who are not qualified to create the world will still have to bear such an unbearable load.
Yun Mo could feel that imprints could create a real world, not a false concept like a brain in a vat.
But as a person who bears the mark, Yun Mo now doesn't have that much power to create the world even if he burns out his soul.
Yun Mo gathered up the few remaining strength, drew a talisman on the back of his left hand, set a seal, and let it sleep temporarily to prevent it from happening again.
Although I don't know if my simple sealing technique has any effect on the origin of the world, it can be considered as a psychological comfort for myself.
After doing all this, Yun Mo felt a little more comfortable. Because of the incident just now, he didn't even want to use his own creative power anymore.
But even after the creation of the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, this world still seemed barren. After all, humans and monsters had not yet been born. If Yunmo endured it for a while, these creatures might be born.
Yun Mo couldn't bear to let his elite troops plow and farm here, so he asked: "What kind of supplies do you need here? I need you to maintain sufficient combat power to deal with what may happen in the near future.
crisis."
Yun Mo's assassin troops looked at each other, and then the leader of the black sword stood up and said: "Food, weapons, equipment, if possible, I hope there will be craftsmen, as well as monsters or enemies to practice with."
"Well, I understand. I will bring these back next time I come back." Yun Mo nodded slightly and agreed to this request.