The Sea of No Thoughts, the place of ultimate illusion.
Silvery white light flashed, Yan Xing appeared out of thin air, stepped forward, and came to Jiusehua.
"Yes, yes, as I expected, the world is in chaos and wars are raging. Whether it is the gods and demons patrolling the world, the true immortals who secretly control everything, or the countless living beings, their emotions are in high spirits."
"The seven emotions and six desires are extremely condensed at this moment. This is the most conducive environment for the growth of the Tree of Final Illusion. Unfortunately, it still failed to bear fruit."
Yan Xing looked around, and saw that the ninety-nine trees of the final illusion, which were carved like crystals, were still as they were when he first saw them. There were no fruits. The essence of consciousness they had worked so hard to absorb had all been intercepted by Jiusehua, the bandit. .
"Xiaojiu, I saw you again. It's been a long time. Don't you think I'm here?"
As Yan Xing spoke, he slowly bent down, put his face into the flower plate, and took a deep breath. Visible to the naked eye, the endless colorful brilliance of consciousness was like two bright star rivers, winding and circling, pouring into His nostrils were submerged in the nine-color vortex deep in his mind.
"Huh~ cool!
"
Yan Xing's eyes were so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes, like a drug addict. He only felt a wave of drifting, swaying, and a little unsteady on his feet.
In just one move, Jiusehua sucked up all the essence of consciousness accumulated. Speaking of robbers, he, Yan Xing, was the biggest robber leader.
It can be seen with the naked eye that as the power of consciousness increases, the broken body surface begins to heal, and there is another original world that can be controlled.
What a terrifying improvement speed, it is comparable to the operation of [Fourth Dimensional Balance] in one year, which is equivalent to hundreds of years of his normal hard training.
After a while, Yan Xing broke away from the ecstasy, his eyes returned to clarity, he looked down at the nine-color flower and the strange scene where its center position sometimes merged, and murmured in a low voice:
"Baby Xiaojiu, where are you from?"
The clone Yan Xing planted the nine-color flower here and didn't leave much information. It's not that he didn't want to, it's that he didn't know.
"Perhaps, when I light up all the nine colors in my consciousness, I will know the answer."
Yan Xing looked into the depths of his mind. The nine-color vortex formed by his consciousness was slowly rotating. It looked like a replica of the nine-color flower. The only difference was that only five of the colors were shining. The remaining four are all dull and lackluster.
His improvement speed has been very fast.
When I came here for the first time, after the nine-color vortex was formed, only three of the colors were lit up. If this improvement rate is maintained, in Yan Xing's view, that day is not far away.
"Xiaojiu, you have to work hard now that you have enough nutrition. We'll see you next time."
Yan Xing smiled and stretched out his hand and patted the nine-color flower. Before the words could be spoken, the figure had disappeared.
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"I need the traces of the passage of time!"
In the time grave, Yan Xing's figure appeared out of thin air, suppressing the talent of the time traveler, wandering around in a distorted timeline, and then disappeared again.
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Time Management Department, in the majestic hall, the atmosphere is slightly depressing at the moment.
"presumptuous!"
"Who gave you the right? How dare you come to manage Si Saye!"
Ziyun, Qiu Shiliang, Xingluo, and more than a dozen "time monitors" gathered together and looked coldly at the white-robed men in the hall with angry expressions on their faces.
The person who came here is evil. Yan Xing, the top director of the Time Management Department, has been missing for several years. The alliance's top leaders finally took action.
"Haha, everyone, don't talk nonsense. How can you call it wild? We are here with documents from the Supreme Council to temporarily take over the position of supreme director for you."
These men in white robes may look young, but in fact they are all powerful gods and demons, old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years.
What scene haven’t you seen?
Dealing with a group of headless flies is not easy. The reason why the previous Time Management Department was scary was because of the existence of the monster Yan Xing. Now that there is no backbone, what is left is just a pile of loose sand.
"Yan Xing, Director Yan's deeds are indeed admirable and admirable, but a country cannot live without a king for a day, and the same goes for the Administration Department!"
"You should accept the reality. Your Director Yan has fallen deep into the ruins of creation."
After saying that, the man raised his hand and unfolded the appointment document. The words were golden and majestic, and at the end of the document was the emblem of the Supreme Council.
The document is genuine. In high-dimensional space and time, no one dares to fake the order of the Supreme Council. This shows that someone at the top of the alliance can't sit still and wants to swallow the fat of the Time Management Department.
Thinking of this, anxiety flashed in Ziyun's eyes. Fighting against the appointment documents meant fighting against the entire alliance. He could do nothing but hope that Yan Xing would come back soon.
From the bottom of their hearts, no one present believed that Yan Xing would die as a result of fate.
"You bastard, how dare you curse my lord and kill—"
Outside the hall, a roar of filial piety suddenly sounded, and a group of Tai'e tribesmen with dark purple skin and purple mist lingering around them rushed in with sharp blades in hand. Regardless of the difference in strength, they jumped high and charged at the white-robed man.
"Hmph, where did the barbarians come from?"
The man in white robe looked coldly and was polite to Ziyun and others. That was because they were all full-time members of the Time Management Department, and they were also high-level people, so they had to get along well with each other in the future.
Who are these ugly purple-skinned monsters? How dare you bare your teeth at him and seek death!
Without looking back, he slapped out a palm with his backhand. The power of gods and demons surged, breaking the sharp knives in the hands of a group of Taie tribesmen. They vomited blood and flew upside down outside the temple at a faster speed.
"stop!"
"Don't hurt anyone in the management department!"
Ziyun's expression changed slightly, and he stepped out with everyone around him, surrounding several men in white robes, blocking their chance to continue to kill him.
The ruins of creation were broken, and the nine cross-border gates fell to the ground. When they, the explorers, emerged from a narrow escape, they were picked up one by one by the alliance army and interrogated.
Ziyun and Qiu Shiliang were originally sent into the hell dimension by the punishment of hell, but because the cross-border gate was much less dangerous than the ruins, they followed the Taie tribe and entered the nine gates.
When the Tai'e people came out and didn't see Yan Xing, they were at a loss and followed Ziyun back to the Management Department to wait. I just heard someone cursing the death of their father, how could I bear it? Then he took action in anger.
"Haha, okay, I'll give you all some face and spare these ants."
The man in white robe smiled and glanced at Xingluo with some fear. He did not dare to offend this woman's father, so he gave up his plan to take action by force, took a step forward, thrust the appointment document into Ziyun's hand, and whispered:
"I know that you are a little uncomfortable, but this is the decision from above. I will give you three days. I hope that next time I come to visit, I can hear you call me 'Mr. Director'!"
"Hahaha!
"
After that, several people laughed up to the sky and went out. Before leaving, they glanced coldly at the Tai'e tribesman who collapsed on the ground, severely injured and unable to move.
"hateful!"
Ziyun looked ugly, holding the document in his hand so tightly that his teeth almost broke.
"Brother Ziyun, don't worry, hum! I'm going to find my father and let him do justice for us!"
Xingluo's face was cold, her skirt fluttered, her divine light flickered, and she left high-dimensional time and space.
Hey, justice is easy to say. The decision of the Supreme Council obviously involves more than one true immortal giant. I am afraid that even the Galaxy Emperor cannot get involved.
They were originally unreasonable. The head of a department disappeared inexplicably, and his life and death were unknown. The alliance sent a new leader, Yu Li, which was in line with the rules. It's just that it's so hurried and emotional, it gives people the impression that some people are ruthless and careless.
"Yan Xing, can you really not come back?"
Where no one noticed, the mastermind silently watched everything that happened in the hall. For several years, it searched all the places it could reach in dimensions, but found no trace of Yan Xing.
It was as if he evaporated out of thin air, as if he really died in the ruins.
"I still can't believe that a guy as smart as you can die so easily. Aren't you immune to attacks? Are the things in the ruins not even yours to contend with?"
The mastermind fell into silence. Based on his understanding of Yan Xing, if he knew that he was being bullied and his subordinates were injured, he would definitely not give up.
But after waiting and waiting, the figure did not appear after all.
"drop--"
"Daily information summary, space-time turbulence observation point, buoy number Dti45346, start data transmission..."
"Huh!?"
It was originally a collection of ordinary information. As a super-dimensional brain, this kind of thing must be processed trillions of times every moment, but this time, the master brain noticed an extraordinary piece of data.
Among the data transmitted by the buoy, there is a picture captured in the turbulence of time and space. There is a group of drifting objects approaching real time and space. It seemed to be an ancient humanoid machine, extremely huge. On the tightly clenched fist, there seemed to be an unclear figure sitting cross-legged...
"he is!?"
The main brain Tong Kong was shocked and had no time to think. The next moment, its thoughts had taken over the buoy Dti45346 across dimensions, and its perceptions converged on that figure.
"Ahem, mastermind, is that you?"
"One hundred and eighty million years, I, I finally floated back..."
