Thousands of Hearts

A blurry and colorful world.

Wang Yiyang was suspended in the sky, overlooking the vast land below.

The ground was blood-red, and there were countless squirming bubbles, which slowly left the ground and flew towards the sky. When it flies to a low place, it will explode automatically.

In this small universe, there is no life, only a huge blood-red sphere in the center.

It looks like a planet, but it's much bigger than a planet.

It's like a huge egg. The yolk is in the center and the egg white is around. Is this the legendary cosmic embryo?

Wang Yiyang looked around curiously.

No one knows what the universe was like before it came into existence.

Even if it is as strong as the Evil Spider Mother, it only started to formulate rules for it after the universe was born.

According to the method of the Evil Spider Mother, she strengthened an ordinary micro-universe embryo into a lower universe with support. Therefore, her own personality has also been improved a lot.

That is to say, if I can use my own method to support a small universe into a higher universe like the Evil Spider Mother, then I can also improve my personality along with it.

Wang Yiyang understood.

He suddenly understood why Pangu wanted to open the sky, why Sanqing wanted to establish a religion, and why so many saints wanted to protect the interests of the universe.

After the holy position is given to the saint, it is not completely irrelevant... From this point of view, the only exception is the outer god.

The void gods mastered the universal law of void in all universes, so they would not be bound by a single universe.

Wang Yiyang slowly combined various identities and memories in his mind, and came up with an idea.

Then, I can't be bound by a single universe, otherwise, if the universe is weak, I will also be weakened because of it. No wonder the saints of the prehistoric are plundering other cosmic resources to strengthen the prehistoric.

The stronger the universe, the stronger the holy place.

And the greater the saints' contribution to the universe, the greater the authority of the holy position.

The two are cooperative.

This is not the result I want. No matter how strong the saint inside the universe is, he is only the root of the universe.

Only the outer gods are truly at ease. So, my purpose this time is to comprehend the law of the void by manipulating the fate of the universe.

Wang Yiyang is in charge of the identity system, so he can naturally choose the stronger and broader path of the outer gods of the void gods.

Withdrawing his mind, Wang Yiyang began to carefully observe the huge red ball in front of him.

In this miniature universe, only this sphere exists.

It exudes a large number of red bubbles all the time, as if it is gestating something.

Wang Yiyang thought for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, and a tiny eternal silk thread appeared in his palm.

He gently tossed the silk thread towards the bloody ball.

Immediately, the silk thread flew out, instantly submerged into the bloody ball, and the other end was connected to his own hand.

Okay, fate has linked us together. Now it's ready. Wang Yiyang's eternal thread, which connects two things without any direction, will link the fate of the two together.

This is the effect Wang Yiyang discovered after using it several times.

The development of the universe requires a variety of rules and orders. So... I can use the eternal silk thread to weave the rules, just like the Evil Spider Mother at that time, to reproduce the original process.

But Wang Yiyang didn't want to do that. His purpose was not to strengthen and support a universe, but to observe the law of void that was exposed when the universe was born and died.

Only the more primitive and basic universe can truly reveal enough mysteries of the law of the void.

Because of this, Wang Yiyang did not take any action except linking him with the fate of this miniature universe with the eternal silk thread.

He didn't move anymore, but hid his aura as much as possible, and then suspended in the air, observing the changes of the bloody ball.

Anyway, the birth and death of the miniature universe is only a moment, and he has adjusted his sensory perception to the same level as the miniature universe, so he can stay here until the end.

Time flies by.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Fortunately, Wang Yiyang has the back-up support of the prison of thinking. He swallowed the entire sea of ​​belief in a small piece of high-level universe, and the spiritual power he obtained is enough for him to support this observation.

The microcosm seems to be slowly changing.

Around the bloody ball, black cracks began to appear.

These cracks are like black pupils, observing the universe sphere from all directions.

After the crack appeared, there was no change for the time being.

Wang Yiyang was not in a hurry, he still hid himself and continued to observe.

The sleeping eyes of his own evil phantom spider mother have quite powerful concealment effects. In addition, he is good at many systems, and in the rules of various systems, he can easily sum up the method of restraining his own breath and existence.

Therefore, it may not be comparable to a very powerful concealed saint, but compared with the general concealment method, it is not bad.

Wang Yiyang continued to observe, while observing, while carefully reviewing the memories of the major identities, in order to analyze the laws and rules of the universe where each identity is located.

Anyway, he has a lot of time at this time. With so much psionic energy consumed, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something.

Time continued to pass, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, the bubbles around the bloody ball began to decrease, and the black cracks around it began to increase.

Vaguely, Wang Yiyang seemed to start to hear a little sound.

He tried to distinguish, but he didn't know what these sounds meant. They don't seem to be regular.

Soon, this time a thousand years have passed.

Wang Yiyang was obsessed with the long memory of the Evil Spider Mother, and didn't feel much.

But the bloody ball gradually changed a bit, and the surrounding voices became louder and clearer.

And there are more and more black cracks around it, and they are getting bigger and bigger.

It is through these cracks that sound is transmitted.

No...these are not sounds...they are messages... Wang Yiyang suddenly noticed.

He floated gently to one of the cracks and looked inside.

It was pitch black inside, and there was nothing.

But the steady stream of messages is swarming out from inside.

These messages, Wang Yiyang tried to accept a little bit, the inside was messy, and he didn't know the meaning at all.

Seems like a collection of fragments of many, many messages.

He continued to wait, and the time continued to pass slowly.

This time, ten thousand years have passed.

There are more and more messages in the miniature universe, and the noisy messages around are like sound waves oscillating back and forth. They are constantly absorbed by the bloody ball, hindered, and then decay rapidly.

But this kind of attenuation and absorption is far less than the information poured in by the cracks.

As a result, the concentration of information in this cosmic space far exceeds any cosmic region Wang Yiyang has ever seen.

Countless messages continue to accumulate.

Time keeps accumulating, one thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years...two hundred thousand years...

Wang Yiyang saw that there were more and more messages in the space, denser and thicker.

Gradually, cracks began to appear in the blood-colored ball. However, the surrounding information that was too dense and thick gradually changed abnormally.

These messages slowly reveal the essential posture like a silver mist.

Message? Actually??

Wang Yiyang was slightly taken aback.

He thought about many possible situations, but he didn't think about the scene in front of him alone.

Soon, these silver mist messages became thicker and more numerous.

They form flocs and keep floating around.

Wang Yiyang continued to observe, and in the blink of an eye, another 10,000 years passed.

He adjusted his perception to reduce the consumption of spiritual energy, and the flow of time suddenly became much faster.

The floc around the blood-colored ball gradually began to change color, and then was dyed a layer of light red.

Wang Yiyang watched helplessly as they gradually attached to the surface of the bloody sphere and merged with it.

These flocs are basically formed by information, so where did the original cosmic blood-colored ball come from? Could it be that way?

Wang Yiyang's heart skipped a beat suddenly.

He quickly left this miniature universe and retracted the eternal thread. I found an earlier miniature universe again and flew into it.

In this miniature universe, the bloody ball in the center is only the size of a fist.

Wang Yiyang was the same as last time. After entering, he found a place to hide.

He watched silently, waiting.

What surprised him was that the bloody ball the size of a fist was slowly growing and growing right under his nose.

No...Could it be... Wang Yiyang's heart suddenly moved.

He quickly adjusted his perception, expanding towards real-world frequencies and bands.

Soon, he entered the first floor of the real world in the time of stars.

In the universe of the old gods, Wang Yiyang discovered that the frequency of the real world is actually traceable.

So this time, he only tried a few times before successfully entering the real world.

At the moment when the perception adjustment is successful.

Wang Yiyang suddenly felt his surroundings sink and become dark.

He opened his eyes again and looked around.

What he saw this time shocked him.

In the real world of this universe, there are large silver cracks surrounding the bloody ball.

A large amount of silver mist flew out continuously from countless silver cracks, and they were attached to the bloody sphere, exactly the same as the situation in the last miniature universe.

It's just that this scene is hidden in the real world.

Could it be... Wang Yiyang stared at the ever-expanding ball of color.

Suddenly he flew towards it suddenly, his body turned into black light, and he grabbed the bloody ball heavily.

Boom!

The newly formed bloody ball was extremely fragile, and it was blown to pieces just by Wang Yiyang's light touch.

In the center of the large piece of bloody shards, there is a tiny silver light constantly flashing, which is the core of the bloody sphere.

Wang Yiyang's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, and grabbed it precisely at this point of silver light.

puff!

Unfortunately, he caught a blank.

The silver light is not a substance, but the same silver cracks as the surrounding ones!

Or not a crack, but a silver round hole!

There is still a stream of silver mist flowing out of it.

Wang Yiyang grabbed an empty hand, and when he realized the essence, he was suddenly taken aback.

In an instant, countless memories of his previous identities were connected in series.

Countless comprehension and grasp of the rules have also been connected in series.

All of them have rebuilt a complete and perfect view of the universe in an indescribable way.