The cold wind whipped up yellow sand that scraped to the bone.
"Oh."
Chang Le gave a low, cold laugh: "It doesn't matter anymore. I've become a monster, I've done a lot of bad things, I'm no longer the adorable child you knew, and I'll never see you again. I've already made my decision. You can't stop me, never have."
She kept a cold expression for a while, but then her eyes softened, and she knelt down to kiss him reverently.
"You just need to wait for me."
People won't know these things; they only know...
Those fallen heroes, and the only one still alive.
When Hades discovered the anomaly after defeating Gu Lianghan and the others on the morning of the 23rd, Chang Le, who was in the mysterious realm of Yulou Pass, had already completed the most important preparations.
From the night of the 22nd, when Chang Le walked out of the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm, outside the mist, the energy of the entire world, from mountains and rivers to every blade of grass and tree, had been being drawn out and gathered thread by thread.
The origin of heaven and earth is the same. The method that can connect this world with other worlds of the same nature, before successfully communicating with other worlds, first extracts the energy of all things in this world, just like the laws of heaven.
With the blessing of the [Divine Path] realm, all things submitted, and the process became extremely smooth.
When the extracted energy began to endanger the creature being extracted, Chang Le stopped what he was doing and instead communicated with the outside world through the concept of the unity of heaven and earth.
Within the mysterious realm, the controller sensed her movements and activated [Space] to help draw in external energy.
As a result, several mysterious spatial rifts were torn open, crossing unknown world planes. Similar energies of varying degrees poured into the Mystic Realm where Chang Le was located, and were then completely absorbed into her body.
Even similar energies in a homogeneous world are still different.
The rapid accumulation and compression of different energies overwhelmed both the origin and the body, causing tentacles and vines to surge out of the body and thrash restlessly.
At the meeting, Chang Le was indeed not lying; apart from Jiu Fanggui, no one else could achieve pure devouring.
She can't do it either; her fusion will also bring about mutations.
It is still the same now.
If anyone were here, they would definitely scream.
Because the original Chang Le can hardly be called a "person" anymore.
Its back looked like a piece of pork that had been ripped open, with tentacles completely covering the inside and the area around the laceration.
Her skin was covered with cracked, blood-red lines, and her legs transformed into countless vines, which continued to spread upwards, as if trying to turn her entire body into a pile of vines.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair had turned into vines, her face was covered with hideous patterns of dark purple, dark green and black, and her ears and neck were covered with frost and scales of frost and black mist.
But at the same time as the strange phenomenon occurred, her primordial energy reached an unprecedented level of concentration.
At that moment, thousands of Devouring Seeds responded almost simultaneously from a thousand miles away in the East China Sea.
A low growl escaped Chang Le's throat, his tentacles and vines surged violently, and his mental energy spread out like a large net from the bottom up, encircling him from his feet to his face. His mutated body gradually recovered, and all the abnormalities were forcibly suppressed.
Even the huge tear on its back was turned back like pages of a book, healing instantly and restoring everything to its original state.
Then, the vines and tentacles quieted down and pulled with all their might, as the vast energy belonging to this world surged forth.
Completely homogeneous energy, like a spring breeze, soothes all abnormalities within the body, quickly filling every crevice until it is completely saturated.
The source operates rapidly, compressing the accumulated energy little by little until a complete qualitative change occurs.
10:00 AM on the 23rd.
After more than thirty hours of desperate struggle, a powerful stream of light, with its mixed colors and energy, soared upwards like a dragon gathering its strength, or pierced the sky like an ancient sword that had been sealed away for a long time.
It tore open the silence of the earth, the haze of the sky, and the shackles of the old world laws.
That "ceiling" that blocks the distinction between social classes.
It's broken.
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