Chapter 322 Reencounter with the True Dead World is a world without...
The withered world is a space without any light.
It was so dark here that even Sang Zhitao, who possessed divine power, couldn't help but feel somewhat lonely.
This world is unlike the worlds she has visited, which have many planets in the universe.
Those planets glowed in the blackness of the universe, and that light symbolized that this universe was alive.
But there's nothing here—no planets, no galaxies, and no remnants of stars. It's like a newly built, black, desolate space.
She stood still, reached out her hand to feel the faint energy in this world, and then flashed forward.
It was a grayish-yellow planet.
This planet floats in the center of the universe, becoming the only point of light in this universe.
After looking around and confirming that there was only this one planet in the world, Sang Zhitao flew into the planet without hesitation.
A rustling sound came from beneath her feet.
Sang Zhitao looked up at the sky, which should have been azure, but was covered with a layer of grayish-yellow gauze, giving the whole sky a hazy feeling.
She looked around and realized that she was in a desolate desert.
After getting up and flying forward for a while, I didn't see any sign of the edge of the desert.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but frown. After thinking for a moment, she flew upwards, hoping to use the height to see the direction clearly.
In the end, however, she returned to the edge of the desert with a grim expression.
Sang Zhitao reached out and felt around, but the distinct aura she could sense outside the planet had long since disappeared, leaving her completely disoriented.
She habitually wanted to summon the wind of this world, hoping to glean some clues from it.
She made hand gestures for a long time, but no wind was generated.
Sang Zhitao's face immediately froze. She tried to summon various elements, but found that she could not summon any of the elements in this world, such as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
The only feeling this planet evoked in her was emptiness, an emptiness even cleaner than the small world before it was built.
"Is this the world of the dead?" Sang Zhitao let out a soft breath. Although she had stayed in the God Realm for a long time, she had never personally seen what the world of the dead looked like. Now she knew.
After thinking for a moment, Sang Zhitao closed her eyes, blindfolded herself, and flew forward.
Sang Zhitao flew for a long time but could not find any trace of its presence.
After another fruitless attempt, she landed in the desert and retrieved food from her hidden pocket and began to eat.
Looking at the last bit of food in her hand, Sang Zhitao reluctantly took a few bites before turning to look at the last bottle of beverage.
She hesitated for a moment, then poured out the liquid from the bottle cap and drank it all in one gulp. She then carefully tightened the cap and put the empty bottle into her sleeve.
Since being imprisoned by her master in the realm of gods, all she does is create worlds, eat, drink, play games, and read novels.
She could practically recite the melodramatic novels provided by the Earth base by heart, and she had already completed those games long ago.
Despite her extreme frugality and carelessness regarding food, she has only managed to survive until now.
"I hope I can return to my beloved Earth before I finish eating!" Taking a deep breath, Sang Zhitao stood up, ready to set off again.
Sang Zhitao habitually raised her hand to pat the sand off her hands, but her movements froze for a moment.
She raised her left hand, carefully held it up in front of her, and examined the sand in the desert by the light from the sky.
Even the sand on Earth isn't just yellow; some of it contains sparkling crystals. So, she wasn't surprised to see so many white, transparent, or multicolored crystals in the desert in her hand.
But upon closer inspection, she discovered that the sand here was perfectly round and of a very pure color, without any individual grain showing varying shades of color.
Sang Zhitao picked up a grain of sand and recited a mnemonic.
The tiny grain of sand suddenly transformed into a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball.
She looked at the enlarged grain of sand in her hand, her face darkening, and she instinctively looked around.
"These...these aren't sand?!"
"Of course not." A familiar female voice sounded behind her.
Sang Zhitao suddenly turned around to look.
A woman who looked exactly like her, but dressed in a black robe, stood not far away watching her.
“Really.” Sang Zhitao’s eyes sharpened, and she said seriously.
He curled his lips into a smile, his dark pupils fixed on her: "You've grown up remarkably."
Sang Zhitao looked at her, lowered her eyes slightly, and said indifferently, "You can't beat me now."
“Yes…” Zhen sneered, “I thought that after cultivating for so many years and absorbing the power of so many small worlds, I could easily kill you.”
"I'll eat you..."
"Unfortunately, I didn't expect that while I grew up quickly, you grew up even faster!"
“All things yearn for light and vitality; it’s the instinct of life,” Sang Zhitao said casually.
Zhen chuckled lightly: "Yes, everyone fears death and destruction."
What should I call you?
"Moon, Peach, or...True?"
Sang Zhitao glanced at her and said, "I prefer you to call me Tao."
Zhen raised an eyebrow and nodded: "Sure, after all, I really like the name Zhen."
He took a few steps forward, waved his sleeve to make the sand rise from the ground to form a high throne, and then sat on it.
Seeing this, Sang Zhitao summoned a throne and sat on it, just like her, but her throne was a little bit higher than the real one.
Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly and tapped her fingertip on the handle.
Sang Zhitao watched as the real seat absorbed the sand and gravel from the ground, then rose to a position thirty centimeters higher than her.
Zhenmei raised an eyebrow with a hint of smugness in her heart.
Sang Zhitao ground her teeth and tapped her fingertips a few times as well.
The two of them were like children, each a few tens of centimeters taller than the other, competing until they were more than ten meters off the ground before Sang Zhitao raised her hand to interrupt them.
"Forget it, we'll run out of sand if we keep comparing them."
Looking down at Sang Zhitao, Zhen couldn't hide his joy: "What's there to be afraid of? This planet has plenty of these things."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Do you know what this is?"
He glanced at the desert below and nodded slightly: "Everything in this world."
Sang Zhitao's expression changed immediately.
She immediately understood what the other person meant.
These sands are transformed from everything in this world, including living beings, objects, and elements.
“How could this be…” Sang Zhitao couldn’t help but frown.
Zhen flicked his fingertips a few times on the armrest before laughing and saying, "I've devoured this world. First I ate their writing, then their culture, and finally their living beings, matter, and elements."
"Until now, there is nothing left in this world for me to eat."
"And then... you came."
With a gentle wave of her sleeve, Sang Zhitao created a mirror in mid-air, displaying several images.
The blurry image made Sang Zhitao frown.
Zhen lightly tapped a finger in the void, and a wisp of black flew toward the mirror: "I'll lend you a bit of my power."
The blurry image suddenly became clear, and what flashed across it was the scene of the text disappearing.
What would it be like if a world lost its written language?
Initially, they found that they couldn't understand some of the documents.
But that doesn't really matter, since most people can't understand many documents anyway.
But soon they discovered that they couldn't understand the instruction manuals, the novels, or the messages.
Weapons became unusable, warships were stranded at sea and unable to sail, city companies ceased operations, and people at the television station were unable to operate their equipment.
Gradually, they lost their ability to speak, their memories, their sense of order, and slowly, they lost themselves...
Sang Zhitao stared at the screen.
The final scene shows living beings vanishing from the world like smoke, turning into tiny, colorful particles that drift away in the wind.
“You don’t have to do it this way to devour the world.” Sang Zhitao looked at Zhen.
Zhen leaned back on the throne, holding a glass of wine in her hand. When she saw Sang Zhitao's gaze sweep over her hand, she chuckled and said, "There are some interesting things about humans, so I kept a part of it back then."
Before Sang Zhitao could speak, she continued, "Why don't I eat like this? It's your world after all, isn't it? As long as I eat fast enough, you'll lose more power, and I'll be able to eat you in the end."
“We are one body. If my power weakens, won’t yours weaken too?” Sang Zhitao shook her head in confusion.
Zhen didn't offer much explanation. She looked at Sang Zhitao for a long time before sighing and saying, "What should I do? I can't kill you now anyway, so why don't you just kill me?"
“I will.” Sang Zhitao said, waving her sleeves as she stood up. The throne she sat on suddenly turned into sand and returned to the earth.
He took a sip of wine but didn't look at her.
Sang Zhitao didn't care; she stood in mid-air and transformed back into her original form.
A giant pink octopus appeared on the scene.
Zhen looked at her original form thoughtfully, then stood up with a light laugh, waved his sleeve to make the throne disappear, and transformed into a black octopus on the spot.
Two giant octopuses, one black and one pink, floated motionless in mid-air.
"Aren't you going to eat me?" Zhen chuckled lightly, the black mist around him slowly drifting towards the ground.
Countless grains of sand vaporized into black mist upon encountering it and then disappeared.
Sang Zhitao glanced at the swallowed sand on the ground, the last traces of this world's past.
"Shouldn't we leave a little bit?" she couldn't help but ask. "Perhaps...we can still salvage it?"
He paused, then burst into laughter, saying, "You can't do that now."
Even as she said that, she paused, looked up at Sang Zhitao, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat me?"
Sang Zhitao looked at her for a long time before saying, "We haven't had such a peaceful conversation in many years."
"You can't bear to part with me? Then I'll eat you!" Zhen couldn't help but tease.
"No, I'll eat you." Sang Zhitao waved her tentacles repeatedly.
As she spoke, she flew forward and stretched out two tentacles, trying to grab Zhen.
But to my surprise, he actually took a step back.
"After thinking about it, I'm still not willing to give up..."
As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a tentacle and lashed it out at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao felt a weight on her waist, then she was thrown high into the air, pulled nearly a thousand meters away, and crashed heavily into the desert.
The thick desert acted as a buffer, preventing Sang Zhitao from suffering even the slightest harm.
She got up from the ground, her tentacles rubbing the sand off her body.
"Alright," she murmured, stood up, and flew to Zhen's side.
This time, she couldn't use the same trick again. Her outstretched tentacles collided violently with Sang Zhitao's pink tentacles.
The two stumbled backward for dozens of meters before colliding again.
Soon, only two beams of light, one pink and one black, remained in the sky, constantly colliding and separating, intertwining and emitting sounds like explosions.
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