Five hundred and sixtieth IX descendants of barbarians
Under the World Tree, Yi Chun stared into the void.
Endless sounds rang in his ears, and he seemed to be fishing, dealing with problems in multiple threads.
Because Yi Chun was out for too long - at least for mortals, it was indeed a long time.
And based on Yi Chun's extension in the endless timeline, related matters have accumulated to the point where Yi Chun has some subtle thoughts of letting go...
Even though Yi Chun didn't put too much energy into the power network.
But as a powerful existence at the multiverse level.
Just by existing, it will attract matter like a nebula. Over a long period of time, it will eventually transform into an extremely huge star!
What's more, in a sense, Yi Chun, who has labels related to Eastern civilization and Taoism, and already has a certain reputation in the multiverse, has inevitably become the "face" figure of this huge faction in the multiverse.
one.
To put it less appropriately, just like the leader of an illegal collective organization among ordinary people, he has some kind of regional attribute such as "carrying the mantle".
After the relevant personnel of Eastern civilization encountered all kinds of nonsense and no way to go to heaven.
Yi Chun became one of their few choices.
Yi Chun is not in charge of everything - he mostly doesn't interfere with the disputes within civilization.
Of course, there are occasional exceptions...
In the Emerald Dream
"You want power?"
"That's not an easy thing..."
Yi Chun turned into a lazy orange cat, stared at the young man in front of him and said.
"Especially for you..."
The orange cat stood up slowly, and the boy took a step back unconsciously.
Even though there was no abnormality, he still felt that the other person was a different cat...
The originally lazy and gentle eyes faded away, and something indescribable appeared in the other person's seemingly ordinary eyes.
Even the most ordinary gaze made him feel great pressure.
Naturally, this is not the power of a superior person as those dog slaves talked about. The young man actually felt that it was what he was chasing:
It is powerful and does not rely on any external substances or conditions, that is: the purest power!
That was the terrifying power that even a small clone and a simple gaze could make his hair stand on end!
They are right, this guy is indeed a powerful evil god...
The young man thought silently in his heart.
He was a little scared, but rather than being swallowed by the evil god, he was more afraid that he and his family would be enslaved and ravaged.
The way mortal beings torture mortal beings is not necessarily any more benevolent than that of evil gods.
They just don't have the power of the evil gods.
If that's the case, what if you sell your soul to the evil god?
The young man thought as he suppressed the instinctive fear in his heart.
"That's different, kid."
The orange cat suddenly said, which shocked the young man.
He quickly restrained his thoughts, trying to prevent the other party from detecting his thinking in this childish way.
The young man gradually began to feel that everything was developing in a direction beyond his control.
Is this the price of trying to contact the evil god?
"The mortals you hate are just mortals after all."
The orange cat didn't make any move, it just glanced at the boy and said calmly.
"They will get sick, grow old, die, encounter all the misfortunes in the world, lose their parents, and encounter unexpected events."
"When time takes away everything from them, under the cold horizon, they will also be tortured and played by evil spirits."
"But the evil god will run through the rest of your life."
"Even death cannot take you away from His hands..."
"He will corrupt your mind, rot your body, and plunge you into endless sinking in a dark world..."
"The gods are certainly not invincible, but you cannot treat them lightly either."
The orange cat licked its fangs, thought about a certain stubborn werewolf king, and then added:
"What's more, some of them are not that smart."
"This means that you may have to endure a stupid ruler for an endless amount of time..."
After hearing what the orange cat said, the boy was stunned. Aren't you the evil god?
So, the next moment, he received a blow on the back of his head from nowhere.
"hiss."
While he was in pain, the young man could only vaguely see a flash of orange, fleeting light...
"Speaking of which, you actually don't quite meet the standards I gave you for power."
The orange cat walked slowly. It stared at the boy and spoke slowly.
Just when the boy's heart became tense, the orange cat stopped.
"Perhaps, I can give you enlightenment of wisdom, which is enough to make you a famous local scholar."
The orange cat said.
"Scholars? When the light of swords and fire shines in their libraries, they will only tremble and lower their heads, exposing their white buttocks!"
The young man said with a sneer.
The orange cat shook its tail noncommittally, then paused and said:
"Perhaps, I can give you the destiny of kingship, which will allow you to become the supreme ruler who controls the destiny of others under the power of the times."
"Then what's the difference between me and those stupid bastards!"
"The scum who enslave the people for their own selfish desires! Bah! There is no clean scepter. They should all be hung in the crater of Rosendal to die in the sun!"
The young man said in a low voice.
He probably wanted to get angry, but he knew that even if the guy in front of him was not an evil god, he was at least on the same level as him...
Even, it may be higher.
Guys of the same level would not speak in such a subtle tone of voice...
The orange cat stopped, and the boy seemed to see some memories on its furry face.
Of course, the young man didn't know if this was his illusion.
After all, no matter how you look at it, a cat's face is just a ball of fur, with no expression at all...
"The influence of bloodline does exist, even if it is across generations."
The orange cat suddenly said this.
Just when the young man had some doubts and was about to ask questions.
He saw the overwhelming orange color, and the next moment, he lost consciousness in the dream...
"That guy actually ran away from the Federation."
"He even combined with a mortal creature and left behind descendants..."
Yi Chun thought rather subtly as he stared at the boy who was gradually returning to the material world and the claw marks on his forehead.
If it weren't for the fact that the young man's grandfather was a dream being in a certain sense and had some connection with Yi Chun, he would never have been able to enter Arnold's Emerald Dream through a simple prayer.
Mang Huangang...
A name that even Yi Chun felt was quite far away, it dates back to his days in the Federation.
It's a pity that the only thing that can be connected with their concepts now is their remaining bloodline...
