"I have lived too long. I have witnessed the origin and destruction of a large number of worlds, and the rise and decline of countless races. In the eternal river, only novel and interesting things can give me some comfort...
…”
The god of all things said in a chanting tone: "The master of alchemists, the controller of calamity, the god of immortality... I will witness your wonderfulness..."
“Witness the wonderful experience?”
Fang Xian sneered: "Could it be that the trap you set up before, so that I was almost replaced, was just a game, just for fun?"
"That's it...if under my influence, that clone can replace the main body, it will be a different kind of wonderful..."
As soon as the God of All Things finished speaking, he was submerged by a layer of black and blue ocean.
Countless tentacles spread out, tearing Him into countless parts and constantly wearing him down.
"I am one and ten thousand. I have countless incarnations..."
Fang Xian easily wiped out this incarnation, but he heard the voice of the God of All Things echoing continuously: "You have to be careful with me, because you don't know that at some point, I will give you a small gift..."
"Noisy!"
The next moment, the sea surged, completely obliterating the last remaining sound.
Fang Xian stood in the Great Luo Reincarnation with an indifferent expression: 'Sure enough... among the gods, there are all kinds of weird things... You don't need to care about him...'
His goal has never changed.
Stand taller, see more beautiful scenery, and pursue eternity!
The mere god of all things is just a stumbling block.
As long as it doesn't hinder you, you don't bother to step on it, but if there is any obstacle, just kick it away.
'But...His state can make me alert...'
'Becoming a god will lead to a long and long life, but it is not eternal... Even though the body and spirit will not decay, the aging of the soul will gradually change the character of the god, becoming chaotic and funny, which is good, and may even cause
Self-destructive tendencies...'
Fang Xian's eyes were clear, and he had an instant understanding.
"The eighth level of the way of the alchemist should lie in the cultivation of the soul... When the eternal soul is matched with the immortal divine body, maybe it can be regarded as eternity? Theoretically the ninth level?"
"To truly prove eternity, you need practice. In other words... it will exist forever and will exist in the future. If the soul will not collapse and the original intention will not be forgotten, perhaps it can be considered true eternity. Level 10?
"
Fang Xian is wise and clear, and is sure of the future path.
"At this time, I'd better complete my own authority first..."
He looked towards Dreamland.
Without the interference of the giant eye in the starry sky, the eye of disaster suddenly became much quieter.
Wow.
The next moment, the illusory black seawater surged into the hall, submerging the Eye of Disaster, and began to suppress and consume it.
Tentacles stretched out from the ocean, as if performing the most delicate surgical operation, reaching into the Eye of Disaster and grabbing out symbols one by one.
The Eye of Disaster resisted fiercely, but to no avail.
After the first cup filled with scarlet blood was rolled out by the tentacles, various symbols representing 'disaster' were taken out one after another by the tentacles, making the Eye of Disaster even weaker.
"The power of calamity, melt away!"
Fang Xian was filled with catastrophic power and began to digest each symbol.
His calamity power's ability to sense and create disasters has become stronger.
'Sure enough...defeating other gods and seizing power is a shortcut to upgrade. Unfortunately...it is too resentful. This is an act even crazier than a madman, and it will definitely be unanimously hostile to all gods...'
In the reincarnation of Da Luo, Fang Xian did not know how long he stood.
At a certain moment, the profound power of calamity emerged again, swallowing up an illusory eye.
This means that he has completely digested this part of authority and his own strength has been strengthened.
"Huh?"
When the calamity force crossed a certain limit, Fang Xian's eyes flashed.
The deepest memory was unearthed, allowing him to see the coordinates to his first life, the planet where everything originated!
In his heart, a strong shock emerged.
"The original, the original, the planet of origin..."
"Perhaps... the eternity I am looking for can be found there!"
Buzz!
It seems that I feel the breath of the origin planet, and somewhere in Dreamland, a deeply hidden space opens up.
Fang Xian's heart moved and he came to a palace.
This hall is empty, but it has a unique atmosphere, which is the taste of hometown!
Fang Xian walked among them and felt very comfortable, like a wanderer returning home, feeling at peace both physically and mentally.
'This... is not a space, but a communication device...'
'I have completely refined Dreamland, there is no need to worry about its backlash...'
'This kind of smell...could the owner who created it be my fellow countryman?'
Many thoughts flashed rapidly in Fang Xian's mind.
Finally, he reached out with his finger and Ning Kong drew a symbol.
The inverted triangle is the base, and an ouroboros is the ring in the middle.
This is the emblem of the original Lord of Dreamland!
At this time, the faintly fluorescent mark blended with the space, suddenly opening up some kind of mystery.
A faint shadow emerged.
Fang Xian felt his heart shake just by looking at it.
It was a huge snake shadow that even Daluo time and space could hardly contain.
"Travellers from the same hometown, wandering in different dimensions..."
"We have established this alliance to give a little help to our fellow countrymen who are determined to explore the way home and the eternal way..."
"Only those with the true spiritual mark of their hometown and the coordinates of the Origin Star can open this communication..."
"It will help you and connect you to all members of our alliance..."
"Finally... I hope everyone can go home and achieve the transcendence and eternity they want!"
——[Nightmare Hydra].
Fang Xian was shocked by the information contained in just one message.
"The Grand Alliance of Travelers?"
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He did not contact this existence that must be very powerful. Instead, he looked at the marks of other time travelers suspended in the space.
[Creator of Spirits], [Main God], [Dream Ancestor], [God of War], [Emperor of Heaven]...
One ancient emblem after another exudes a terrifying and inexplicable aura.
It seems that each of them is a legend.
"Comrade?"
Fang Xian murmured, using his divine power, realizing that the purpose of this space was just for communication.
It cannot provide its own location, nor can it reveal any information.
It is obvious that the makers of Dreamland have long considered the caution of the travelers and have kept the secret to the utmost.
"In that case, what else should I worry about?"
Fang Xian chuckled lightly and left his name among the many marks.
That is his epic, his legend.
Tribulation power, alchemist, immortality...
Pursuing the brilliance of eternal calamity has turned into a title alongside other great names——