The moment the Taishang Kaitian Sutra was chopped into pieces by Zhou Wen, Zhou Wen felt a strange change in his body.
The mysterious Sigh of the Fate King started to operate automatically, and the killer who was integrated with Zhou Wen's body was still emitting terrifying murderous intent and vitality, which was even more terrifying than when he fought the eight fate souls before.
And Zhou Wen's own energy and spirit also erupted like a volcano.
The energy generated by the three forces bursting out together is simply unimaginable.
Zhou Wen has seen countless mythical creatures. In addition to the magic infants who have the ability to transform into fear at the myth level, various powerful mythical creatures, such as Candle Dragon and Tyrant Behemoth, can burst out with power. , it seems that it is not as terrifying as the power that Zhou Wen is erupting now.
Driven by such terrifying power, Zhou Wen felt that his body was constantly transforming.
This kind of transformation is different from any previous transformation. The previous transformations were within the range that Zhou Wen himself could bear, but this time, the energy generated by the evolution was no longer within the range that his body could bear.
At the beginning of evolution, Zhou Wen was very worried that his body would explode because he could not withstand the power.
In fact, this was indeed the case. In just a moment, countless cracks appeared on Zhou Wen's flesh and blood, like an eggshell that was about to break.
At this critical moment of life and death, the terrifying power surged towards one place.
It is a point, a point that seems to be there but not at all, just like the starting point of the universe and the end of the world.
That point seems to be a real existence, but it also seems to exist only in consciousness.
There is a point between reality and illusion. It was difficult to determine its existence originally, but when the terrifying power was injected into that point, the point gradually became clear.
It is constantly rotating and changing, and is becoming more and more solid. However, this solidification is very abstract. It does not really exist in reality. It seems to be just Zhou Wen's own imagination.
Gradually, the dot became larger and brighter, turning from a dot into a roulette wheel.
Moreover, there are many strange patterns on the roulette wheel that are changing.
Those patterns are very abstract. Sometimes Zhou Wen feels that those patterns look like himself, sometimes they seem like killers, and sometimes they look like those souls that have been killed by Zhou Wen.
The Ancient Human Emperor, New Era, and Prison King Zun, it seems that at a certain moment, there are certain patterns that look similar to them, but if you look closely, they don't feel like it anymore.
It's hard to explain exactly what those patterns look like.
Even the roulette itself, Zhou Wen couldn't tell what shape it was. It was said to be a disk, but it was not just a surface, it had a curvature like a sphere.
It is said to be a sphere, but when viewed from a certain angle, it is concave, like a coin that is constantly rotating and changing.
"Is this the Wheel of Fortune?" Zhou Wen could feel that the Wheel of Fortune was inextricably linked to him, just like a part of his body, as important as organs such as the brain and heart.
But unlike those organs that grow on the body, it exists independently.
"What will my Wheel of Fortune be? Tyrant Behemoth's absolute power is pretty good, and Eclipse Dragon's Hole Candle Vision is the strongest, but those seem to have nothing to do with me..." Zhou Wen didn't know what his Wheel of Fortune would be. What.
Because there is no experience for him to learn from, maybe he is the first person to rely on his own strength to advance to the myth.
The three forces are still pouring into the taking shape of the Wheel of Fortune, but even the Wheel of Fortune seems unable to carry such a powerful force.
Especially the energy gushing out from the King's Sigh is simply endless, like a galaxy in the universe.
The energy overflowing from the Wheel of Fortune seeped into Zhou Wen's flesh and blood, and the transforming flesh and blood body seemed to undergo some inexplicable changes under the impact of those energies.
Both Zhou Wen and the Wheel of Fortune are constantly changing, especially the patterns on the Wheel of Fortune, which seem to be changing slower and slower, and some lines have stopped moving.
Zhou Wen inexplicably knew that his Wheel of Fortune was about to take shape. This was the most critical moment.
"What kind of power will it be? If I can choose, I hope the power of the Wheel of Fortune is related to time and space." Zhou Wen feels that the power of time and space makes it easier to understand the origin of the world.
To understand the relationship between different dimensions and the earth and universe, perhaps the power of space and time is a good starting point.
But from the Wheel of Fortune, I didn’t see any patterns related to time and space.
On the condensed Wheel of Fortune, many lines have solidified. Those lines look a bit messy, and I still can't tell why.
Zhou Wen tried to find some patterns from them, but the reality was that those lines had no patterns, one on the left and one on the right, like random graffiti.
Most of them are curves, with few straight lines visible.
"Ah!" After most of the lines were formed, Zhou Wen finally saw what pattern it was, and at the same time he was inexplicably horrified.
It was a painting, a portrait of a woman, but it only had a profile, and the whole picture could not be seen. Moreover, it was not really completed. It was just a incomplete profile, but it was already breathtakingly beautiful.
But this was not the reason why Zhou Wen was frightened. What really frightened Zhou Wen was that he was so damn familiar with this woman's avatar.
This is the portrait of the woman on the anchor. It is absolutely unmistakable. Zhou Wen has seen it too many times and thought about it too many times. Except that there is no anchor, this is the portrait of the woman.
As more and more lines were fixed, Zhou Wen's guess was confirmed. It was indeed exactly the same as the painting of a woman with an anchor he had seen, except that there was no anchor.
"Why... why does that woman's image appear on my wheel of fortune..." Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Wen's mind.
Seeing that the portrait of the woman was almost completed, with only a few strokes left, Zhou Wen suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
"That's my Wheel of Fortune, why is there a woman on it?" Zhou Wen had some inexplicable emotions in his heart, and this emotion seemed to have infected the Wheel of Fortune.
When the last stroke of the woman's portrait was left, the wheel of fortune suddenly became brighter, and the wheel of fortune that was originally spinning suddenly stopped.
The next moment, the wheel of fortune started moving again, but this time it was reversed instead of motionless before.
Following the reversal of the wheel of fortune, the portrait of the woman that had been engraved on the wheel of fortune was disappearing little by little.
He didn't know why, and he didn't know what the consequences would be, but Zhou Wen felt inexplicably happy.
