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The latter's abilities, no matter how you look at it, are hard to connect with the plan, but she still came anyway.

Then, Mebius saw another person appear.

Those who understand the laws.

"Actually, there were some old antiques on the list from the beginning, but something happened to them hundreds of years ago."

Mebius's eyelids twitched.

Since I haven't spoken yet, it means that the Knowing Law has sensed my thoughts.

"No, no, it's not that bad. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I can tell just by looking at you."

"So here's the question: which part are you in charge of?"

Mebius stopped dwelling on it, crossed his arms, and examined the Way of the Law of Knowledge.

The Lawbringer's expression turned somewhat unhappy.

Originally, this position was only for Yu Duchen.

At the time, Dr. Mei compared the effect of Feather Dust to "F2," which was said to be a quote from someone else.

The Herald of Knowledge remained silent, but Fu Hua spoke frankly.

“When the time comes, the passage will reopen. To increase the success rate of the plan, I asked Xiao Shi to join in as well. Achieving synchronization at the level of consciousness is an extremely important matter no matter what.”

Mebius glanced at Fu Hua, then at the Herrscher of Knowledge.

Then, she exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "Okay, let's go in."

"it is good."

Chapter 286 False Gods and False Gods.

The blood-red earth stretched endlessly.

The dilapidated ancient buildings seem to float in mid-air.

In the distance, where the distance is indistinct, there is a faint, forked, curved beam of light leading towards the sky.

Bai Yan appeared, gazed at the distant light for a while, and then looked down at the ball of white flame in his palm.

He chuckled inexplicably and said, "I really didn't expect you to be here, Vilvi."

A moment later, laughter came from the flames.

A moment later, Vervi's voice responded to Bai Yan's teasing words.

Even if it's a supporting role, I have to find a way to stay on stage, let alone someone as talented as me. How could I willingly just be a supporting character?

Upon hearing this, Bai Yan's smile faded slightly, and he asked, "So what's the truth?"

Well, it's a bit complicated to explain. You just need to know that only I can currently do anchoring, docking, and transcription of this scale of data.

"Is this why your personality has been completely exhausted?"

That kind of thing requires practice and takes a lot of time. But thankfully, I have 50,000 years of leeway, which is enough to ensure absolute success.

Bai Yan paused for a moment.

Having never lived for so long, he could not imagine what it would be like to live for more than a hundred years.

"But so far, I'm not even 20 years old,"

Bai Yan said, his tone inexplicably lacking confidence, "Won't there be problems cooperating with you like this, given how unfamiliar we are with each other?"

Don't worry about proficiency; I'm here for you.

For some reason, Bai Yan imagined Wilvi patting her chest.

The confidence of a genius.

Just make good use of your most bizarre ability, and leave the rest to us from a pre-civilization era.

Bai Yan nodded.

He touched the places on his body where blood was still flowing, and with a slight movement of his power, the superficial wounds were temporarily brought under control.

However, there are still faint signs of collapse at the soul level.

Because at this moment, the power of the end is still corroding his body...

After a while, Mistelin's voice also appeared.

In fact, I still don't want you to come.

"Why would someone like you, who has attained sainthood through the process of creating a spirit, have such thoughts?"

【Huh? We were the first people to meet, shouldn't we be the closest of friends?】

"I'm so sorry I didn't notice you when I was one year old."

Bai Yan smiled and said.

Anyway, try your best not to die.

"Alright—but it seems there's still one hurdle to overcome before we can begin. Do you have any clues about what comes up before that?"

Just as Mistelin responded, strange imaginary creations suddenly appeared on the blood-red earth.

It has four limbs but no flesh and blood, its "hands" hold a sword, and there is a ring around its chest and abdomen...

The two people inside the Stigmata Space also seemed to have witnessed this scene.

Velvi spoke again.

What we're about to do will certainly cause some commotion in these things... but they're just appetizers, you know.

“These things are different from anything I’ve seen before; something is very wrong with them.”

Bai Yan said solemnly.

【What's wrong?】

"If you have directly come into contact with the power of the end, you will have a similar feeling to mine—they touch upon deeper laws..."

[I'm temporarily closing the window to the Stigmata Space. Be very careful, my most beautiful audience!]

Then, this strange space containing the sacred mark fell silent.

In front of Bai Yan, on the originally empty, blood-red land, more and more imaginary creations appeared.

They are spread across the entire land, almost without end.

Soon, among these sword-wielding creations, countless strange giant flowers of black and gold grew, standing out from the rest of the creations.

"Is it really necessary to take this so seriously just for correcting a few errors?"

Bai Yan muttered something, but his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and at the same time, a crystal-red longsword appeared in his hand.

All auras were contained, and all power was solidified.

The hyperdimensional space is the source, the four sacred pillars are the essence, and the phase world is the manifestation of power. After extreme evolution, Bai Yan finally chose to transform it into a single sword.

The blade is like a ruby, crystal clear and deep.

"Kiana really went all out... but it's also my fault. To force her to use her full strength, I had to take Slowpoke hostage. No wonder she's angry..."

"Vilvie is also making final preparations; there's no turning back for me now."

"We haven't seen Dr. Mei and the others since then. It's amazing that we dared to do this, relying solely on our tacit understanding."

"The Tree of Imaginary Numbers..."

Bai Yan gazed into the distance.

The curved, forked white light existed there silently, as if it had never changed since time immemorial.

He shook the crimson longsword.

At this moment, the longsword and he felt as one, inseparable.

A dense mass of imaginary creations surged forth, forming a semi-encircling pattern as they suddenly appeared.

Countless giant swords made of divine remains rushed towards Bai Yan alone.

Bai Yan gently raised his hand, holding the sword horizontally in front of his chest.

In an instant, an unknown power emanated from the sword, enveloping everything in sight.

The surging tide of divine remains suddenly stopped, as if it had been hit by some kind of impact, and for a moment it could not move forward.

Bai Yan, who was holding the sword, suddenly shuddered and then felt a wave of nausea in his chest.

"Well!"

Immediately, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

An inexplicable power surged within him, causing Bai Yan's body to sway precariously.

But he quickly regained his balance.

At this moment, the tide of divine remains seemed to break free of its restraints and surged forth again, its speed increasing rapidly.

Bai Yan swung his sword-wielding hand up and down.

Sword, rise!

He moved forward as fast as the wind, leaving behind a trail of water that seemed to be whipped up like duckweed, splashing up and scattering across the ground.

From afar, facing the endless imaginary creations, Bai Yan's blurry red phantom moved with incredible speed, penetrating the enemy ranks as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Countless creations were cut apart, and even more divine remains, still able to move but broken and collapsed, were affected by the residual force.

Nothing can stop it; wherever the crimson sword reaches, all living beings and things are invincible.

Halfway through their journey, Bai Yan stopped briefly beneath the giant flower.

In just a moment, the dents in the wave of divine remains that had been cut out were filled with new divine remains, which surged toward Bai Yan again, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Seeing this, Bai Yan leaped up, stepping on its torso to ascend, finally landing on the giant flower petals, looking down from above.

The numerous divine remains all tilted back, as if countless gazes were directed at them.

At this moment, the giant flower finally reacted, immediately unleashing a massive and powerful blow upon the uninvited guest on its body.

Just as the dozens of boulders were airborne, Bai Yan pointed his sword at the sky without warning.

boom!

The shattering phenomenon suddenly spread from the point where the sword tip touched the ground.

Moments later, countless grains of sand fell like rain.

Bai Yan glanced at the white light in the distance again and took a deep breath.

"So troublesome!"

He then composed himself, struck the top of the giant flower beneath his feet with his sword, and used the force to leap into the air.

The next moment, the giant flower collapsed as if it had been severely damaged.

At the same time, Bai Yan flew to a high altitude, then descended from the sky, holding a sword in both hands as he flew backwards.

The moment it touched the ground, a terrifying shockwave spread, turning countless divine remains into ashes in its wake, which were then swept away by the surging air currents and disappeared without a trace.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Bai Yan stood firm in the same spot.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, and a few more bright red marks appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Still recovering from serious injuries, he had to face endless enemies. Both the exhaustion and the injuries were unbearable for an ordinary person.

He raised his sword again and moved forward.

However, new imaginary creations appeared and filled the earth once more.

Bai Yan frowned, but without hesitation, he charged forward again.

The crimson longsword struck with a mere ordinary swordsmanship, and everything in its path crumbled.

Whenever the longsword touches the enemy, the latter seems to be bombarded by a million different forces in that barely perceptible instant.

The transition between extreme heat and extreme cold, the baptism of high-pressure lightning, the invasion of a special virus...

After the collapse, these forces immediately receded and returned to the longsword.

Nothing can easily restrain the Imaginary God Corpse; otherwise, Bai Yan would be his opponent's true nightmare.