Dark Blood Age

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Never ending and accelerating expansion in the movement of the universe, there seems to be a huge and unexplained backlash of darkness approaching and increasing, pushing millions of galaxies wide apart, making them increasingly distant from each other, each flying towards the end of the universe.

Of course, this can only be discovered on units with excessive time spans.

Over the span of time, the silent universe seems to be eternally still, far and dark, quiet and vast, black and wide open, contrasting with light, dark and white, like a dark ocean, a cluster of stars and clouds brilliantly illusory illusory, bright as billions of stars and stars, not moving like a picture.

In a pitch-black space background, far coolness, loneliness without a sound, a little light, flashing from deep darkness, spinning silence, long afterwards, from the flashing direction, silence came a blackened, blackened gun, full of cosmic dust, silent flying past, projecting into further distant Liaoning deep space, gradually disappearing into sight, only when it occasionally crashed into thin particles that drifted away from space, can the light of the particles disappeared into the tip of the gun flash away...

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When Chu Yunsheng recovered consciousness, he felt nothing, could not see, hear, smell, no touch, even less taste, as if nothing existed except himself.

In chaos, only consciousness and memory tell themselves that I'm alive, but I don't know where.

Am I really alive? He asked himself, perhaps to the world, that he was dead.

Loneliness, no feeling, for Chu Yunsheng is not yet the most cruel torture in the world, he has had a six-stage breakdown experience, may still be able to withstand, but for the last round of the world, there is infinite clarity.

That was his last moment, a world that he yearned for but could not leave behind, a world in which all external consciousness was purged, where the nodes should have been completely shut off, like bubbles dislodged from the membrane, deduced until the end of the universe, without variables, without fine-tuning, like a real world of death, or a world no longer felt by a dead man, existed and never existed.

There are his loved ones, there are his loved ones, and if he stays, maybe his daughter, but if he does stay, the tragedy will re-enact, and there will be no end to the turn... everything will be like hell for all eternity.

He wanted to stay for the rest of his life, but it was really hard.

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In the wound, Chu Yunsheng faintly “slept” past. When he woke up again, he could see something. Up, down, around, covering a huge cube, no size, no distance. So he knew that he should be in zero-dimensional space.

Subject fragment wrapping consciousness is undisturbed, the cube is maintained undivided, and black gas provides the presence of energy, all in one, allowing oneself to temporarily “live” in zero dimensions.

But after all, the zero dimension is zero dimension, no size, no direction, no location. Without the three-dimensional body providing the dimensional medium, you can never perceive everything outside.

The cube is just a tool, it can be connected to the perception of the 3D flesh, it can be cut off, it can even be concealed, but it cannot replace the perception of the 3D body as the medium of the multidimensional world, it is two things, Chu Yunsheng understands.

Therefore, now Chu Yunsheng can basically conclude that his body must no longer exist, otherwise the cube must immediately discover it and immediately blend in, instead of showing up like this now.

While it is unclear why the cube from the pseudo-monumental node has not disappeared, it is obviously something that belongs to the zero-dimensional consciousness and has “communicated” a lot of information with the object fragment, which is sort of a fusion.

He made up his body of object fragments and walked around in the cube-sustaining zero-dimensional space. Anyway, the situation was much better this time than the last time he was trapped in the zero-dimensional space, at least there was still something to do, otherwise not to say empty loneliness, the idea of the world alone could drive him crazy in his wild thoughts.

Balancing object fragments, black gas, and the third mysterious force, purifying black gas one by one, storing black gas, and increasing his manipulation of object fragments is enough for him to spawn countless years until a way is found to reshape his body.

He had just felt that his ability to manipulate object fragments had returned to the level of scarcity that it would have been when he did not rebuild his sword, which was one of the important grounds for judging that he had emerged from a pseudo-monumental node in addition to not feeling his body.

Swordmaking is a world of white shadows, but it's also his turn, so there he has an absolute advantage in manipulating the realm of swordmaking, and not here.

But it is not completely back where it was, he can feel a slight qualitative change in the fusion of object fragments and his consciousness, unlike before, precisely he should be able to control object fragments to form whatever object swords he wants, not just in zero-dimensional space, but now he has no body and cannot be tested.

And the quality of this sword depends on the amount of object fragments he can control!

If pure black gas is injected into the Sword of Objects, even if he encounters a master of Four Won Heavens, even if he can't fight, it should be fine to leave Xiao Xiao, he remembers that under the finger of Lingkong, with only one sword of Objects, the giant finger of the third is directly severed, the power can be seen.

In today's situation, Chu Yunsheng is not prepared to rely on his predecessors' ancient book kung fu anymore. He must rely on himself, learn from all kinds of learning, and practice the "sword of things" in a truly one-step world!

Thinking of ancient books, he suddenly stopped walking, frowned and searched, but “heart” jumped straight, for him ancient books with or without is extremely important!

After a long time of searching, it didn't even realize that it existed. Rationally, it was able to sense itself even if it wasn't in the zero dimension.

How come it's gone?

Chu Yunsheng determined that there was no trace of it in the zero-dimensional space, but also that he could not sense its existence. He suddenly “flew” and his face moved!

“Did the separation succeed? Song Ying isn't dead yet? She came out alive to take the place of the Divine Reserve? ”

“Or have I ever died, and the throne has been inherited by my daughter, and she is alive? ”

His eyes were filled with excitement, and he was constantly worried about the loss or seizure of the ancient books, but now that the ancient books were gone, he no longer had any frustration, as if he had heard a great deal of good news.

If the predecessor knew underground, at this moment, he could only sigh like a mulberry field.

However, coming out of that sad world and living in a world of zero dimensions, what else can make Chu Yun rise so happy and hopeful today?

Two possibilities must be one of them, otherwise the third would not want to kill himself in a false tablet, either of which would comfort him a little.

But to find them, one must first find the Earth, or Ting Yan's City of Sky, he believes that if his daughter is not dead, whether Ting Yan or Tan Zheng, he will take care of her, he has never really blamed Tan Zheng, through her eyes, he believes that she will not kill his daughter, and if she lives in Song Ying, unlike herself, she is likely to appear near the pseudo-monument, because the node is on Earth, there is Mowuro, and the sixth order of the skeleton has said that his Ki Yuan's ability to awaken can be white flesh and reshape his body.

He looked at the invisible sky with hope and wet eyes, as if to see the nine stars spinning around, the blue planet, and the white moonlight.

No matter how evil, filthy, murderous, vile, shameless and cold-blooded she is in the third mouth, even the ugliest and most vicious words in the world are added to her, there, always his home, always his “mother”, his most beloved place!

Yesterday's day cannot be left, but yesterday's people are still there.

There is everything about him, there are people he loves, there are people who love him, parents, glass, aunt, daughter... Xiaohai, Edgar, Yao Xiang, Xiaochuan, Yu Cold Wu... tiger, big bug, old purple... whether dead or not, are there, born there, buried there, that is his home!

If anyone dares to destroy her, even if he does not compete with the world and only begs for his own protection, even if his throne is no longer completely abandoned, he will pick up the brick and fight blood to the end!

^ (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)