After this explanation, Chen Yang also understood the characteristics of the Sumeru mustard space.
Zhou Zeyao also continued to talk about the use of chaos power: "It is more like a combination of cement and steel bars. It is needed for laying the foundation, and it is also needed for supporting space."
Although Zhou Zeyao's words were very complicated, he also helped Chen Yang fully understand the use of the power of chaos.
Every time the Sumeru Mustard Seed space is enlarged, the amount of chaos power that needs to be consumed is not the same magnitude.
"The reason why the chaotic power in that place was exposed must be that the spatial structure here was damaged."
"It's best not to absorb it. Absorbing these chaotic forces can make you stronger, but this space will be completely destroyed. If you want to build a similar space again, it will consume a lot of energy.
Things, but this is not the power of chaos."
Chen Yang sighed slightly, it seems that this thing cannot be absorbed at least now!
"By the way, have you found any records about the sect here? Does their sect have no documented records?" Chen Yang really wanted to know where the people in this sect had gone.
If it had received a disaster, it would never be as peaceful as it is now.
The surrounding palaces did not receive any damage, and Chen Yang could not see any signs of chaos.
"Why are you asking me? Didn't you just enter someone's library?"
When Chen Yang entered the attic where the books were stored, Zhou Zeyao happened to see clearly from a distance.
When Chen Yang said that he didn't know those words, he suddenly thought of something and immediately patted his head and looked at Zhou Zeyao with excitement: "Can you understand those words?"
Zhou Zeyao did not answer this question, but showed a mysterious smile.
This kind of thing is naturally self-evident.
Chen Yang immediately became excited. He was originally worried about what he should do with that batch of books, but now it seems that all he needs to do is ask Zhou Zeyao to translate them.
Chen Yang looked at Zhou Zeyao with a smile: "Old Zhou, can I discuss something with you? I'm going to move those books back. Will you come and translate them for me then?"
"How can that be done? The work of translating books is very time-consuming. After all, I am also the person in charge of the Zhou family in the southwest mining area. I can't just put off the Zhou family's affairs and run away by myself.
"
As soon as Zhou Zeyao finished speaking, Chen Yang said mysteriously: "How much longer do you think the Zhou family can live?"
These words immediately aroused Zhou Zeyao's vigilance.
Zhou Zeyao actually knew a long time ago that Chen Yang wanted to deal with the Zhou family.
Zhou Zeyao has already digested his memory and is still very clear about the power of the Zhou family.
If the Zhou family were placed in his time, it would be a family that he could destroy with just one finger.
