Endless Debt

The Ether Realm, this is a place that haunts Boluogo and hates it extremely. It is the beginning and source of everything. It is the final holy place for all condensers. At the same time, it is also the murderer who crushes the material world bit by bit. , the final moment is approaching because of its arrival.

After Boluogo confirmed that the anchor of the real world was stable, he turned and walked towards the vast snow and dust. As Boluogo's power increased and he learned more truths, his understanding of the ethereal world became deeper. stand up.

The etheric world is like the shadow of the material world, a strange dimension that transcends reality but overlaps with reality. Bologo once tried to measure the size of the etheric world and found its boundary awkwardly, but after a period of time, Boluogo gave up the idea.

Except for the blazing white storm that was near and far away at that time, there was no reference in this strange dimension. It seemed infinite, and it seemed that there was only the bit of land that could be seen in front of me.

Recalling the crazy battles in the Ethereal Realm in the Land of Eternal Night, from the perspective of hindsight, Bologo couldn't help but wonder why other devils didn't get involved at that time.

The essence of the devil is located in the mysterious etheric realm. It stands to reason that they can also detect the war there, but they did not appear. Can this be understood as the fact that in the etheric realm, the devil is not omniscient and omnipotent, they are just this A derivative of the mysterious dimension, like the gnawing and wriggling maggots on the towering trees.

In this huge, nearly infinite etheric world, the devils cannot control it all. Even if they want to reach a certain location in the etheric world, they still need an exact coordinate, otherwise they will just be like Boluogo, in this vast place. Wandering in place in the snow and dust.

Bologe's steps stopped, and when he turned around, the frozen lightning had disappeared into the gray and blue, but Bologe could still feel its presence, guiding Bologe's return.

Looking forward again, the blazing white storm stood like the sun in the etheric realm forever, and the scale of the space was inexplicably blurred. It seemed far away from me, but it seemed very close, as if the next second, that The huge light group that washes away the darkness will reach Bologo's eyes.

"Hill..."

Boluogo stared at the blazing storm, and the memory of Hill could not help but come to mind.

In Hill's memory, he spent many years of research before he found the initial scroll recording the origin of the devils from the boundless ice field of the etheric realm.

It stands to reason that the devil would never allow such a thing to exist, but the initial scroll was preserved in the ethereal world. Boluogo felt that this verified his idea from the side.

The vastness of the etheric world is beyond the control of the devils. It seems that as long as the etheric world is hidden enough, even the devils will find it difficult to determine the existence of a certain location in the etheric world without exact coordinates.

Moreover, the devils are not the source of all this power. If the devils are regarded as another more powerful debtor, then the real leader of all evils is the alien visitor who fulfills their wish and brings the etheric world to the material world.

Extraterrestrial visitors from another world.

After thinking about this, Boluogo turned around and returned to the location of the real anchor. He knelt down next to the frozen bright lightning, as if meditating, and placed his hands gently on his knees.

Restricted by the huge scale of the etheric realm, Bologo dared not leave the real anchor too far every time. Once he could not find the real anchor, Bologo would be lost in the etheric realm. It would be better if he endured loneliness. , Boluoge is used to it, but if he encounters a few demons by chance, Boluogo doesn't think he can survive alone.

The mysterious and magnificent Ether Realm... If you forget the threat it brings, Boluogo actually likes this place quite a bit.

The abundant ether concentration made Boluogo's own power stronger than ever before. With the blessing of this power, Boluogo's exploration of his own alchemical matrix became clearer and deeper. It was even said that Boluogo's Luo Ge vaguely felt that the etheric world was twisting his body little by little, gradually eliminating the few mortal things, until Bo Luo Ge ushered in true sublimation.

This is a very subtle feeling. Sometimes, Boluogo will have a feeling that he should belong to the etheric world.

It is difficult to determine whether this is a spontaneous cognitive error, or whether it is the invisible influence of the etheric world on itself. Assuming that this mysterious world is affecting itself bit by bit, what about the devils?

What about the extraterrestrial visitor?

"The aliens from outside are the chief of all evils..."

In the wind and snow, Boluogo was talking to himself. Sometimes he wondered, did he really die after the aliens gave the devils power? If he died, where would his body be?

And, the original mortals obtained the power of the aliens by making a wish. Can this be regarded as a transaction of souls? Since it is a transaction, is there a blood contract that binds the devils during the transaction? If the blood contract is really If they exist, where will they be?

"Visitors from outer space."

Boluogo once again recited the mysterious existence. He opened his eyes and saw that the blazing white storm was very close at hand. It was so huge, like a huge burning wall. No matter whether he looked to the left or right, he could not find it. Where the boundaries lie.

In mid-air, the shining ribbons were tangled together and bound into a line, connecting Boluogo and the blazing storm. It was interesting that under the guidance of the tangle, the blazing storm found Boluogo in the vast ice field. Logo's location.

"Secret source..."

Boluogo softly called out to the sacred and majestic existence in front of him.

Once upon a time, in Bolog's eyes, the Secret Source was a terrifying existence on the same level as the devils. Once involved in this storm, the Sublime One would inevitably be lost in the light.

But with Boluoge's promotion and multiple contacts with the secret source, gradually, Boluoge found that his feelings towards the secret source had changed. It was as if he had subtly changed, and he no longer felt that the secret source was fundamentally a kind of thing. threaten.

This is not an illusion, it is a fact.

With the tangled connection, the frantic Xiao Feng around him actually calmed down a lot, and everything was calm, as if the storm in front of him was just a false illusion.

The secret source stood quietly in front of Boluogo, examining Boluogo silently.

Bologg stood up and stretched out his hand to the secret source without flinching. The ether was stimulated from the body, and they continued to extend forward along the tangled trajectory until the thread woven by Bologg's ether was The storm of the secret source was swallowed up, spinning like a ball of thread towards the center of the flame of light.

At a certain moment, Boluogo suddenly thought, does the secret source really not have self-awareness? Is it really just a divine program born according to the eighth person's wish?

Or is it that the secret source actually has self-awareness, but this awareness is too weak and it is almost impossible to take any active actions?

Boluogo frowned. In his opinion, this was impossible. You must know that for thousands of years, the secret source has collected too many souls of condensers, and these thousands of ghosts turned into individual souls. The crystal snowflakes together formed this storm that penetrated the sky and the earth.

No one can be sure whether the countless intertwined thoughts will jointly create a hazy collective consciousness.

"Like an isomer," Bologo murmured, "the authority and virtue still exist, but the will of the master is different."

Power will not appear out of thin air, nor will it disappear out of thin air. It will only transfer between wills one after another. Since this rule applies to the devil, it should also apply to the secret source born from the eighth person. In essence, the source is no different than the devil.

The ether penetrated into the secret source little by little, Boluogo silently released his own power, and the alchemy matrix began to operate at high speed.

Secret energy·To rule the world and control the world.

After being promoted to the Glory One, Bologo's field did not expand much, but his infinite narrowness reached the limit of limits, giving Bologo the power to control and control at the micro level.

Boluogo had already tried this power on Holt before. Now, he took great risks to release the secret energy on the secret source, trying to pry into the nature of the secret source from the perspective of the secret energy.

But when making this risky move, Bologo also took a few steps back and reached out to grab the real anchor. If the situation went wrong, Bologo could open the channel at any time and return to the material world.

Closing his eyes, Bologg's thoughts flowed along the ether to the secret source. When he opened his eyes again, Bologg saw the delayed and brilliant star trails of the bright stars.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be boiling, and the noise came like a tide. Boluogo's consciousness was easily overturned and swallowed up like a fallen leaf.

In a trance, Boluogo found himself in a crowded metropolis, with high-rise buildings and busy traffic. The rush of people passed by him without stopping for a moment.

Boluogo's breathing quickened. After a brief panic, he realized that his thoughts had been connected to the secret source along the secret energy. What he saw now was not an illusion, but the millions of souls. The fragments of memory are pieced together into a magnificent dream.

The noise gradually rose up like a drumbeat. They were not just noise, but a whisper that resonated with millions of people. Boluogo could clearly identify clear words from this complicated sound.

At this moment, Boluogo seemed to be able to hear everyone's voices. Their joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows were all transformed into tiny sounds, intertwined together to form a grand symphony.

"Ha ha……"

Boluogo breathed heavily, and unknowingly, the corners of his eyes were red and tears accumulated in his eyes.

The emotions, experiences, and spirits of millions of people... This is not an illusion, but people who really existed and lived in history.

It was so real and the crowds were huge.

Boluogo saw all kinds of faces, some were smiling, some were full of tears, some were angry, and some were as calm as water. Their expressions were displayed before his eyes in an instant, like a huge mirror, reflecting the various aspects of human nature.

"damn it……"

Boluogo braced himself up and tried to cut off his connection with the secret source.

The amount of information contained in the secret source was so great that it almost burned Boluogo's brain. Sure enough, his actions were still too reckless and risky.

Suddenly, thousands of voices disappeared, the pressure in Boluogo's heart also eased, and silence fell again.

Boluogo was still standing on the street of the metropolis, but the crowd around him stopped moving. Everyone stayed in place, looking at Boluogo in unison.

They discovered it, discovered Boluogo, the restless black sheep, the intruder who appeared out of nowhere.

Boluogo was shocked and tried to disconnect from the secret source, but at this moment, the secret source had followed Boluogo's ether and caught him in turn.

The figures of the crowd quickly collapsed, and one figure after another overlapped and merged into one. Large swaths of the crowd disappeared, until only Boluogo and another only figure were left in the crowded street, facing each other. .

Boluogo looked ahead. It was a figure filled with warm white light. He himself was like a warm light source. He could only see the basic outline of an adult male. In addition, all the physical features were made of White light replaces.

The silhouette of white light walked towards Boluogo. At the same time, the surrounding metropolis collapsed silently, like a shattered dream. High-rise buildings disappeared out of thin air, and street lamps sank into the ground one after another, even the extended The streets also shortened rapidly, as if being swallowed by darkness, until the whole world shrank to the only remaining land at Bolog's feet.

"What should I call you?"

Boluogo remained calm and asked towards the silhouette of white light, "Should I call you the eighth person, or...the secret source?"

The white light silhouette did not react in any way to Boluogo's words. He seemed unable to understand Boluogo's words, and it seemed that he did not hear them at all.

The silhouette of white light stood there blankly, and Boluogo guessed that he wanted to take some actions, some measures to deal with Boluogo, the intruder.

Although the secret source has no self-awareness, it has a complete program system. This system not only includes the power of the condenser to distort reality, but also includes the secret source's own defense mechanism.

Boluogo guessed that the loss that scholars often refer to should be one of the self-protection mechanisms of the secret source. However, it was obvious that when the eighth person sacrificed his life, he should not have expected that one day in the future, the condenser would actually It has the means to reach the etheric world, and can also use secret energy to silently invade the great system of the secret source.

Like a loophole that no one had thought of, Bologo happened to appear here, causing a logical error in the system of the secret source. For a while, he didn't know how to deal with Bologo.

However, this also made Boluogo confirm one thing. The secret source does not have self-awareness. Even if it does, it is an extremely vague subconscious cluster, and it is extremely difficult to take self-action.

This was good information, which gave Bologe a deeper understanding of the secret source. The harvest from this trip was enough in Bologe's opinion.

Boluogo took a step back and stepped into the darkness. During this breather, he cut off his connection with the secret source in one fell swoop and forced his own alchemical matrix to silence.

The darkness in front of him quickly shattered. Bologg opened his eyes. The blazing white light almost blinded his eyes. During the period of sneaking in, the secret source got much closer to him, almost including Bologg into the shining flames. In the heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Boluogo grabbed the real anchor. In an instant, the sound of shattering tearing resounded, and the frozen thunder stirred up again, tearing out a twisted channel.

Boluogo turned his head and stepped into it, the torn gap closed, and then the blazing white light engulfed the vast ice field.

When Bologg's vision became clear, he was already standing on the high platform of the garden. The surrounding area was still covered with the frost and snow dust that invaded from the etheric realm when Bologg left. It looked like liquid nitrogen had leaked. , foggy.

Mamo came closer, and saw that Boluogo looked deep in thought. He did not disturb Boluogo, but waited quietly. After a long time, Boluogo stretched as if he had recovered. He stood up and picked up the Reality Anchor with one hand.

"Any new findings from this operation?" Mamo asked.

Boluogo did not answer Mamo's question, but said in a strange way, "Do you think there is a way for us to cause the secret source to give birth to our own will, or to impose our will on the secret source?"

Mamo was stunned in place. He thought Boluogo was crazy.

I’ve almost finished all the family stuff today, and I’ve been working hard to resume double updates in the past two days.