Overgod Ascension

The campfire swayed and it was dark and bright.

Deep in the cave, the low three and four voices and the scolding of women came in, or with a few clear crisp sounds.

Wu Ming ignored it and swept his eyes over the script.

This manuscript is clearly the work of Jia Kung Ming, each word is like a little flyhead, one stroke at a time is extremely clear, and there are a lot of fine illustrations beside it.

“Most of this manuscript is the revised Illusion Atlas, which may be enough to trigger a graphic update across the flaming continent...”

Wu Ming flipped to the back.

In the second half of the manuscript, some of Jia Kunming's travels, pencils, are rather grassy and even altered, but most attract his interest.

Because here, Jia Kunming has put forward his third major theory - "racial advancement”!

‘The world is filled with mysterious charms and mysterious spirits, but the racial hierarchy stands in the way as if it were heaven... which has caused me a great deal of interest... what power can I use to break this bondage? ’

‘It is well known that on top of harmless phantoms, phantom spirits that can be used by spiritualists have three basic standards: ordinary, elite and outstanding, but... even though the phantom spirits at outstanding levels cannot break through the limits of the warrior handsome and reach the junior level! ’

‘Therefore, I have added and divided the superior race after excellence to the illusion of being promoted to the rank of king, to be a silver breed! If you can move up to the King's rank, it's the Gold Breed! ’

‘But even the most extraordinary race of Golden Kings cannot reproduce the legendary abilities of the Fantasy Beasts of the Four Kings, so I dare to speculate that there is a rank above the Fantasy Spirits of the Golden Plant, which belongs to the Great Emperor of the Four Fantasy Spirits of Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, or arguably - God!!! ’

‘Above the four God-level phantoms, is the savior of the phantom world, the only god of creation... I really want to see its glow, even if it dies immediately, satisfied... unfortunately, the god of creation has finally fallen...'

……

“Sure, on top of excellence, is there a racial class? ”

Wu Mingming thought silently: "Ordinary, Elite, Outstanding, Silver, Gold, God, and the Last God of Creation! A total of seven levels… the so-called divine illusion is necessarily related to the world's forces, otherwise the legendary extinction cannot be achieved at all..."

“And the previous mountain turtle, also recorded in this illusion atlas, is a silver species! No wonder he was so sharp...”

When he turned back, he saw a dense numbness experimental data. It was a case of Ja Kwang Ming's attempts at racial mutation, and he put one on the outside, it was all worth a fortune.

“Without success stories in the elemental world, the divine underworld cannot be promoted, and only the living world is the best specimen for attempting racial mutation? ”

Wu Ming's eyes moved and turned again: “Found it, wolf system! There are also flying birds!!! ”

Without a doubt, this is his most important resource, otherwise, the elite evil wolf, at the level of the warrior, is at the top, and there is not much bird use.

And replacing and cultivating other phantoms is a very troublesome thing.

But now, the map of Jia Kunming's ethnic evolution has completely solved the problem for him.

“This person is truly gifted, and can even be said to be an extinct genius. I'm afraid no one will be able to make a right of his understanding of the phantom...”

Looking at the information on the evolution of these races, Wu Ming felt like he was grabbing a Baoshan.

Undoubtedly, this is a tremendous fortune enough to change the pattern of the phantom world!

But it's too dangerous! Even though the future king of the overthrown monkeys is regarded as the king, this matter is still too deep to be covered up by other excuses.

Wu Ming continued to flip down to the last few pages:

‘... I succeeded, I let the Qingshi monkeys evolve from the elite species to the golden monkeys! But I also failed... Though the monkeys in the king's illusion are equally powerful, they simply cannot break the threshold of divine rank...’

“This Jia Kunming...” Wu Ming shocked: “The most talented scientists are madmen! He actually wants to elevate ordinary phantoms to gods?! ”

Obviously, even though Jia Kunming tormented himself more than the world's forces, he went astray, and his greatest achievement was nothing more than a monkey.

In the words of grass on the last few pages, Wu Ming can feel Jia Kunming's pain and anguish very clearly.

‘… I will not fail! I have given up too much to cultivate the seed of God...’

‘... interesting, I stumbled across some information, no! They are not even documents, but antiques from the ancient clan era, which mention an interesting new system... Ancient Immortality? I have a feeling it might inspire me a lot...’

‘Now… I also have a sense of the heavens that hinder the advancement of ordinary kings, and I'm going to break through… I'm going to prove that my theory is always right! Even to violate that taboo!! ’

‘... my idea did work, unfortunately, I don't have time...’

At the end of the page, the notes have been drained to the extreme, and there are even dark brown spots on them, as if they were coughing blood spots.

……

At this point, the whole note stopped, Wu Mingming silently put on the cover, closed his eyes and contemplated, digesting this huge message.

“Obviously... at the time Jia Kunming was a talented scholar and had studied the great depth of racial evolution... It was just that the realm of God and ancient fairy arts and such seemed taboos in this phantom world, and in the course of the experiment he had also provoked too many enemies...”

Wu Ming opened his eyes and flashed a ray of fine light in his eyes, daring to speculate: “So he chose to arrange this inheritance, even disguise himself as dead, good Golden Cicada shell removal, continue his taboo research? ”

“Unfortunately... I'm not interested in cultivating the illusion of God at all...”

It has to be said that Jia Kunming did not find the right direction in the beginning. Wu Ming really did not like the so-called phantom plan of God.

Besides, the phantom spirits of the four future gods will all appear. If you can't just grab them, why are you so close to them?

Instead, his interest in the so-called ‘ancient fairy art' in his notes grew.

“Is this… the power system of the clan era before the great change in the phantom world? ”

Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

His Immortal God, because he carries all the rules of the outside world, and also because of the differences in the world, suppressed by the whole phantom world, can only be firmly sealed in the flesh and cannot show the power.

An analysis of the rules of the world was therefore needed.

Now, with this ancient system of individual power data, it is obviously very helpful to him.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but glance at Left Lin Lin Lin, only to see that Hou Yong had untied the rope that bound her, while carrying two huge red marks.

Zuo Lin Ring sat on the floor, tearing wild pork in his mouth, obviously hungry too.

‘The only reason to save this woman is because she learns something similar to the martial arts of the Great Zhou World. Want to find one or two? ’

“Enough? Come over when you're full. I need to ask you something! ”

When he finished eating the bell, Wu Ming smiled softly and saw her walking over. He nodded: "You're smart, you didn't have a chance to escape! ”

“How do you know ancient martial arts? You're from the Lance Empire? ”

Zuo Lin's eyes looked directly at Wu Ming.

“Now I'm asking you, don't forget who you are… now, tell me your name! ”

Wu Ming smiled cold.

But there was a movement in my mind: “Ancient martial arts, another kind of system… it just seemed to be completely micro…”

“Zorin bell! ”

Left Lin bell overhead, low voice came out, shoulder shrugged, helpless smell.

“Good, then why take the manuscript! ”

Wu Mingyang yang the text on his hand.

“This is not a manuscript, but the secret record of Master Jia Kungming, which contains clues to the advance of ancient martial arts, a force sufficient to avenge me! ”

Zuo Lin's eyes glistened and suddenly bit his teeth: “Please give it to me, even if it's a glance! ”

“The power of vengeance? ”

Wu Ming turned a white eye.

He was completely uninterested in the blood of others, but at this point more information in his mind emerged, in series, forming a complete vein: “Advances in ancient martial arts… Ancient fairy art? ”

“Nice!”

To think of it, he clapped the text on the clapper: “It does record a strange system of power called ‘Ancient Immortality', but it just mentioned a little bit, I'm afraid it's not what you think...”

“What?”

When he heard this, the eyes of Left Lin Bell first lit up, then turned dark, and he sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes fainted: “So... what exactly is the purpose of everything I did? ”

“But…”

Wu Ming's voice went on to sound: “There are also references to several laboratories in Jia Kung next year. I think that if there is any information in this regard, there is a high probability that it will be stored there...”

“Tell me! Tell me! ”

Obviously, Zuo Lin Ring immediately grabbed the last straw like a drowning man, and Jing Jing's eyes stared at Wu Ming: “I'm willing to do everything I can for this! ”

When she said that, her face was slightly red, but she bravely lifted her breasts and her eyes filled with firmness.

“Very good, talking to smart people is a pain...”

Wu Ming clapped his hands: “I can give you relevant information, but you have to swear to be my subordinate from now on, and first tell me everything you learned about the ancient martial arts school, even if you find other information in the lab in the future, you have to give me a copy, okay? ”

“No problem! ”

This condition is not very ruthless, at least not beyond the means of a teenage girl.

Immediately after the reconfirmation, she knelt down and made an oath of allegiance.