So that's how special beings in the real world are born.
The god of wisdom once said the same thing…
However, at the time I thought it was a description like "Mother of the World," but I didn't expect it to be a statement of fact.
In the study room, Meng Yi looked solemn.
Now, the real world is starting to "produce" offspring again.
Whoosh~
A wave rose from the sea, and he began searching within it for the "spirit" he had created.
During this process, he discovered that dozens of "seeds" were also floating in the seawater, and the sea did indeed spread as "Meng Ran" had said.
The ocean even branched off into several tributaries, meandering away in different directions.
It looks like a river...
The thought subconsciously popped into Meng Yi's mind, and soon he found his "ocean spirit".
He separated a wisp of his spirit and will, which descended into the body of the "elf".
He wants to use the other person's body to perceive changes in the real world.
As he borrows the body of an elf, his way of perceiving the world is no longer limited to "seeing" and "hearing".
The first thing to be affected was obvious restlessness.
This is the subconscious feeling the world gives him.
At the same time, various faint but indistinct murmurs began to enter my ears.
A constant rustling and whispering sound, dense and incessant, like a demonic chant, filled with urgency and unease, restlessness, as if urging something on.
Meng Yi has mastered the "language" of the real world quite well. He even easily deduced the part that Cen Qiyun and the other two had not mastered yesterday by spending a whole day on it.
But he still couldn't understand these "demonic sounds," he could only sense the emotions within them.
These... are clearly "demonic sounds" emanating from the real world itself.
Strange... Why can I only hear these trivial words through the body of an "elf"?
At first, I couldn't hear anything.
Meng Yi was puzzled...
Moreover, Zhang Zimin and others who frequently conducted research and held ceremonies did not make similar discoveries; otherwise, they would certainly have reported it to me…
Furthermore… the staff operating “Snowball Warbulak” were also unaware of this.
It can be said that the human world is completely unaware.
Could it be that... these "words" are only transmitted to beings born in the real world, and only to those who are alive?
However, the state of the real world itself is incorrect, making it difficult to distinguish, and it mistakenly identifies the "ocean spirits" as "one of its own"?
What is the real world saying?
A giant hand reached into the sea, groped around haphazardly for a bit, and scooped out the "spirit" into which Meng Yi's consciousness had been possessed.
"Brother, I'm so irritable right now, I really want to destroy something..."
The goddess of nature began to speak with difficulty, but as she spoke, her voice suddenly turned into a roar and a shriek.
Her beautiful face was etched with deep cracks, and blood flowed down her cheeks.
Pfft~
Brown branches pierced her voluptuous body, dripping with blood, yet amidst the encirclement of natural disasters, the blood either evaporated or scattered...
The flowers adorning her hair suddenly became grotesque, fluttering up like gaping mouths with sharp, menacing teeth, relentlessly tearing at her cheeks and body…
Beneath the elf possessed by Meng Yi's will, the warm palm had unknowingly turned into a muddy sea of blood.
The goddess of nature could no longer maintain her human appearance and looks; she roared like a hideous monster:
"Brother, I really want to escape from here!"
Meng Yi was startled and quickly asked:
"When did these seeds and sounds all happen?"
"Yesterday... or today... I can't tell. My attention was on 'Meng Ran,' while my main body remained asleep..."
Then, amidst the bloodstains and scattered branches, the goddess of nature cried out in anguish:
"Brother, please help me... Brother, you're so amazing..."
Please... I want to leave here.
Her elegance and radiance vanished completely, replaced by horrified, mangled flesh burning in the flames…
Boom—
The sea, battered by countless branches and ravaged by natural disasters, churned up towering waves.
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