Chapter 463
The God Traction that Yun Yi had modified had a smaller explosion range, but the pulling depth was greater. Furthermore, there were no so-called hidden doors. As long as one was within the explosion range, there was no other way but to take it head-on.
At the moment of the explosion, everything seemed to have stopped. The world had entered a state of stagnation.
Or it could be said that to Negri, the operation of this world could no longer interfere with his time.
In Negri's eyes, as his existence became completely clear and his life form completed its evolution, the Seed of Truth that was completely condensed from his own knowledge grew completely, becoming a huge tree that could support the heavens. Its branches seeped into every part of his existence.
Negri seemed to see the operation of the entire universe. In a place where life could not observe at all, there was an indescribable long river, a huge system that covered the endless world.
He seemed to be flowing at every moment. Every time he vibrated, every time he operated, there would be a large number of light spots flowing from the long river into the endless world. At the same time, in the endless world, there would also be a large number of light spots flowing back into the long river from the world.
That was the root. Negri had this kind of understanding.
And this long river could be called the River of Origin, the sum of the roots, reincarnation, or the Chord of Truth. It was the framework that formed this multivariate universe, the extension of the blueprint, and the foundation for the birth of all life.
Then, Negri could vaguely see that in that indescribable long river, there were too many indescribable things. Negri could only cast his gaze at the fragments of the long river that resonated with him.
With dominance as the main and other knowledge as the support, with a structure that exceeded the imagination of life, it formed a tributary from many angles.
At the instant that tributary structure was formed, Negri felt a kind of sublimation. He was now in a low-level world of sand. No matter how the space-time matter flowed there, it could not bring about any changes in him.
In other words, the time of a low-level world was no longer effective for him. He could easily achieve eternal life in a low-level world. In fact, he only needed to reveal a little of his essence to make the lifeforms that were affected by his essence no longer be affected by the time of a low-level world.
It was no wonder that most Dao-level experts were unwilling to stay in low-level worlds. This was because their growth here was terrifyingly slow.
Negri could also sense that the tributaries of his Dao path were constantly producing roots. This seemed to be a mechanism of the Chord of Truth.
Although these roots were born during his time, their birth relied on the entire relevant Truth. At most, Negri's Path tributaries had a greater influence on them.
If Negri wanted to, he could mark the origins of these tributaries in his path. By following them, Negri would be able to find the coordinates of the new world.
Of course, since there was a [Origin] that was born here, there would naturally be a [Origin] that returned here as well.
Negary easily recognized that these [Origin] s were the ones that had just been born. This batch of [Origin] s had gone to other worlds, either staying for a year or a month, depending on the flow of time in each world, the living world would be different.
Negri scanned through these [Origins] and found that they basically didn't bring back anything useful. In this situation, even if more [Origins] came back, it would be useless.
"Then what will happen?" Negri placed a small portion of his power on a certain newly born [Origin], then allowed it to reincarnate.
His attention also followed this portion of power to observe the new life of this [Origin].
This [Origin] came from a world that was still in a feudal society. Because it carried a portion of Negri's power, he was born extraordinary, earning himself the title of child prodigy from a young age. Then, at a certain point in his twenties, he noticed something: he seemed to have stopped growing.
His appearance and body seemed to have been fixed at the age of twenty, time seemed to be especially powerless against him. In order to not expose this fact, he first used his family's cover to put on makeup and stick a beard.
After that, he couldn't hide it anymore, so he faked his death to escape and changed his identity to continue living.
In the beginning, he was secretly delighted, but as his peers grew older, the people he once loved committed suicide because they couldn't bear to grow old, and those relatives and companions died of illness or old age one by one. Only then did his delight disappear.
His descendants grew more and more, generation after generation, but the affection between them grew weaker and weaker, until they were like strangers who used each other, even though they all called him 'ancestor'.
Of course, it wasn't that he didn't commit suicide in despair, but no matter how he died, he would only sleep for a short period of time. After a while, his body would be completely repaired. The first time he slept for thirty years, when he crawled out of his grave, his great-grandson was almost paralyzed from fear.
As time passed, he found that the more intact his body was, the shorter the time he slept, and vice versa.
Just like that, he lived from the feudal ancient society all the way to the modern age.
He was crazy, ambitious, unbridled, a great monk of his generation, but also a leisurely crane. He had power over the world, he had wealth, but in the end, there was only indifference.
After living for a thousand years, he finally felt the power that supported him to not die fading away, then he felt his consciousness being stretched to a certain place.
"Is it heaven, or hell?" That was what he thought, until he was gently held by a hand and heard what seemed to be that person's evaluation of him.
"Trash!"
Before he could even react, his consciousness was forever extinguished.
Negri looked at the [Origin] in his hand and shook his head. It carried a portion of his power, lived for over a thousand years, but other than a slightly more tenacious consciousness and a bit more experience, there wasn't anything else. If this wasn't trash, then what was?
Even if it was a non-magical world, according to Negri's logic, if he was given the same conditions, he would have already unlocked his [Origin] and researched a way to travel between worlds. Because within that power, Negri had clearly given him the coordinates of another world, so as long as that person could utilize that power to a certain degree, he would be able to see the information of that world's coordinates.
This was in accordance with his rule of giving all experimental subjects a chance to live. If he followed that world's coordinates to that world, the Impure Hermit Order would have welcomed him warmly.
But in the end, this person was immersed in his sense of superiority over his immortality, so he continued to lament over the passing of time. As for the power that maintained his immortality, he had already sensed it the first time he impulsively committed suicide, but he had never seriously explored it. Although this person said that he hated immortality, he never once tried to explore that power, his arrogance as an immortal had completely clouded his eyes.
While Negri was spending part of his energy studying the [Origin] and investing it into the breeding industry, the other part of his energy was dealing with the aftermath of the Ancestral Barren world.
Yun Yi and the giant snake died together, but before his soul was completely destroyed, Negri had hooked him out and placed him into the Sea of Life to undergo a rebirth.
When he came back to life again, the Ancestral Barren world had already been renamed, and was now called the Totem World. The flaws of the Celestials living here had also been made up for. In the past, there was no longer a need to use the race name of Celestial to differentiate themselves from the Desolate Humans. Now, the Celestials were just humans, and there was no need to add any special characteristics.
Yun Yi wore his hat as he walked on the clean and tidy streets. Looking at the cars passing by, he smiled, and saw a car parked by the roadside, with two people leaning against it.
Yun Rong flipped a scarlet dagger in his hand, looked up at Yun Yi, and patted the car. A half-withered person also poked his head out of the car, it was Bo Nan.
This guy's sequelae had permanently changed his life characteristics, it was hard to say whether it was good or bad.
"How's the situation now?" Yun Yi hurriedly walked up, took the glasses from Bo Nan's hands and asked.
"It's pretty good, the Totem World is completely stable, the population is increasing, the AI machines can complete most of the tedious work, we're a little free in this world." Yun Rong spoke faster and faster, even if he didn't mean to ridicule them, it sounded like he was ridiculing them.
"That's why the three of us have new transfer orders." Bo Nan took out two documents and gave them to the two of them.
"What? Didn't I see on the news that the Desolate … the various rebel armies in the Totem World have been suppressed? "Yun Yi received the documents.
"That's why it's not the Totem World … It's a request from a certain rich person in the Impure Hermit Cultivators. They saw a new world that's suitable for their organization, but the natives are a little troublesome, so they hope that we, the Heaven, will cooperate." Bo Nan said.
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