Chapter 207 Writing the World
Through experimentation, she gradually understood the power of the Confused Servant. Rather than being a flame artifact, it was more like an amplification artifact of the All Evils Attracting Ghosts Art, using the soul worms in the flames to massively increase Luo Xuanyi's secondary ghost servants, meaning ghost servants that were not directly created.
A large number of ghost servants are obviously of great use to Luo Xuanyi. As long as he is smart enough, Luo Xuanyi can even use them as his own scouts, which are omnipresent and difficult to detect.
It was a pity that these ghost servants had just begun to awaken their spiritual intelligence and were not as intelligent as the confused servants. However, through experimentation, Luo Xuanyi found a solution.
As long as you are sane, everything will be easy.
Now the secondary ghost servant's thinking needs some time to be honed before it can reach the level of communicating directly with Luo Xuanyi, and the vocabulary it can understand and use is relatively scarce, so it probably requires a place for experimental training.
He casually took out a jade bottle and swept all the dust into it, and then took the confused servant who had been rolling in front of Luo Xuanyi with sparks in his body. Luo Xuanyi was thinking about how to train the confused servant, when suddenly he saw the body still lying on the bed, as if it was sleeping soundly.
She remembered that the laws of the physical world had never been perfect, because there were no laws of hers in the world, nor were there agents to enforce her will, so her physical world was almost a free world.
Previously, she had only sealed in one living soul, simply to prolong her physical life and deceive the Heavenly Dao. But Luo Xuanyi was no longer short of living souls, so she decided to perfect her physical world, place a few more people inside, and then add secondary ghost servants to train their spiritual intelligence, so as not to waste this world.
Luo Xuanyi did what she said. She first pulled out the second piece of living soul gold paper and held it in her hand. When she was about to seal it in, she suddenly felt that the lines on her body were constantly flowing very quickly.
Gazing intently into the physical world, Luo Xuanyi immediately discovered the source of the abnormality - Jiang Zhibin was running wildly.
Could it be that he'd gone mad from such a huge blow? Luo Xuanyi pondered. However, judging by her current research on the Humor Servant, if Jiang Zhibin had actually gotten his hands on the fully formed Humor Servant, it would have been a disaster.
The confused servant will not be tamed by the brand at all. Jiang Zhibin's brand will only anger the confused servant. The flame of the already formed fourth-grade immortal-level confused servant is no longer the rough tree ghost flame. With just one hit, Jiang Zhibin will be completely destroyed.
But Luo Xuanyi soon realized that Jiang Zhibin was not crazy. She found that behind Jiang Zhibin, there were lines of flowing clouds twitching. After thinking carefully, she immediately reacted.
It was the world clouds that were contaminated before the Devil Servant took shape! Perhaps these world clouds had developed the seeds of consciousness as the Devil Servant took shape, and they too had developed the beginnings of intelligence. Even if their minds weren't brilliant, the secondary ghost servant was probably enraged by Jiang Zhibin's missed brand and was now hunting him down.
Luo Xuanyi blinked, looked at Jiang Zhibin who was running wildly, and decided to save him.
Apart from anything else, his weapon-refining skills are quite useful and might be useful in the future.
Jiang Zhibin was running wildly in this strange world like the wind and thunder. Only he knew what he was thinking.
Behind him, clouds surged like a kite, and the vast and majestic sea of clouds rolled like a cloud dragon, spewing out lightning from time to time to strike Jiang Zhibin, but he narrowly avoided it, just like lightning running out of his feet.
The clouds grew thicker and thicker, gradually lowering the pressure. Jiang Zhibin finally couldn't help it anymore and turned around to curse: "God damn it, what did I do wrong!"
Jiang Zhibin was, according to common sense, a villain. Zang Yaozong was not without his evil ways. He had countless people who had become artifacts under his command, and some even ate people alive when they were displeased.
Ever since he was sent from the spirit ship to Zang Yaozong as a child, he had developed a habit of cannibalism. Whenever he was stressed, he couldn't control his urge to eat, even if he didn't need to eat at all. This became a ritual that allowed him to calm down.
But like all Zang Yao clan members, he didn't think he was doing anything evil. He was just doing what everyone else was doing, so he felt justified in his scolding.
The clouds rolled, and a bolt of lightning shot out, blowing him away.
Jiang Zhibin slammed to the ground, gasping for breath, and discovered that his injured part had not recovered as well as before.
He felt as if a splash of cold water had been poured over him, and he immediately came to his senses.
He dared to challenge the heavens not because he was not afraid of death, but because he thought he could not die. He did not expect that the damage could not be recovered. He was suddenly silent and a shadow fell on his heart.
Could it be that I am really going to die this time?
Rolling clouds crowded together, pressing down endlessly towards Jiang Zhibin. The blue sun disappeared from the sky and earth, and everything was pitch black. In the blackness, only pale lightning flashed continuously.
Jiang Zhibin gradually became desperate. He stared at the lightning, even if it meant death, he had to see clearly which lightning it was.
Suddenly, he saw a hand.
The enormous hand seemed to be condensed by divine light, pale and without a trace of human blood. This hand easily parted the sea of clouds that covered the entire world, as if it were merely prying apart a ball of cotton.
Thunder and lightning lingered at her fingertips, the powerful lightning coiling tamely. The world shook, and the sea of clouds cheered loudly!
The sound waves overwhelmed Jiang Zhibin, and Yunhai was not even targeting him.
Jiang Zhibin was trembling all over, and a chill slowly crawled up his spine. He had never been so scared when he thought about death.
Jiang Zhibin has always known that this is a man-made world. Its roughness and simplicity bring endless confidence to him, a master weapon refiner.
The master of this world is an outsider.
In this case, Jiang Zhibin has the confidence to find an opportunity to turn things around.
But, what if the master of this world is not an amateur, but just was too lazy to care before?
An existence that can impose laws on the world and an existence that can only create a space are completely different.
Jiang Zhibin watched as the hand gently grabbed the "line" running in the sky.
The lines are as condensed as a flowing rainbow, constantly flowing above the clouds and beneath the earth. The endless interweaving of lines constitutes this world, and it is precisely the Tao that has not yet been written.
The hand gently twisted the thread, like picking up a flower, and threw it to the ground, and immediately the barren earth began to produce countless flowers and plants; gently plucked the thread, and the trembling fairy music lingered in countless clouds, and the world began to rain, and countless tiny soil creatures in the muddy earth opened their minds and ran; countless colorful words flowed from the hand onto the thread, and the thread finally rose high, blooming with thousands of brilliances, embedded in the sky, and became a shooting star.
Countless threads were effortlessly manipulated by the hand, as if the world itself were its owner's body. The sky, the earth, the living creatures, the vibrations of spiritual intelligence collided and communicated.
Gradually, streams appeared, and some tiny particles of soil transformed into fish, which began to swim freely, and the water danced with gold. The joyful soil pushed together into hills, took root, and countless tree seeds quickly sprouted from them...
Jiang Zhibin stared at all this in a daze, as if he had traveled back to the legendary time when the god Pangu created the world. The trembling in his brain made it almost impossible for him to understand what was happening before his eyes.
How great a power does it take to be able to write about the world with such ease?
Can't the laws of nature stop it?
Jiang Zhibin had no will to resist. He knelt down in panic and bowed to the giant hand in the clouds.
Luo Xuanyi looked down at Jiang Zhibin, her eyes expressionless.
Catch up, catch up!
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