Deep in the universe, the stars are dim and silent, with only a white shadow standing next to a hair-thin crack in the world.
Red light kept flashing in the cracks, and the red light shone on the white-haired young man through the tiny gaps like hair, making his figure even more eerie.
In contrast to the silence around him, the white-haired young Saint Envoy was arguing fiercely with the voice in his head.
[Hahahaha… The dragon bones are gone… Now even the remains are gone, what else can I do?]
[I can't even keep a single thing of his?]
The small world consciousness was scolded by the Holy Envoy, but it was not angry. With a tone of indifference and a hint of contempt, it replied to the Holy Envoy: "Don't you still have this body of flesh and blood?"
The words of the small world consciousness made the Holy Envoy clench his palms, and his neatly trimmed and round nails dug into the flesh, but he did not dare to let his skin be broken and bleed.
These should have all been his... now there is nothing left...
The consciousness of the small world also fell silent. It turned out that he also owned an entire world, but it was a pity that he chose this paranoid madman who only had dragons in his heart as the son of world destiny.
At this moment, an impatient voice floated from the hairline crack, ethereal but with a hint of irritability.
[You two came to me just to let me watch you bicker and whine?]
Even through a tiny crack in the abyss, he could smell the decay and stench of the two people on the opposite side. If it weren't for the cooperation, he would not pay attention to these two guys who made him disgusted at the bottom of the abyss.
The Small World Consciousness sensed the other party's impatience and quickly suppressed the Holy Envoy's consciousness deep within his flesh, directly controlling the Holy Envoy's body and speaking to Him: "Of course not. We are here to discuss a cooperation."
The Small World Consciousness caused the Saint Envoy to move, revealing the vast starry sky behind him. His voice was filled with temptation: "Look at this rich world. Don't you want to expand the territory of the abyss?"
The Abyss sneered: [What do you want to do?]
Upon hearing this, the Small World Consciousness clamped down on the protesting Holy Envoy's soul and continued to negotiate with it: "How about I use the energy of the Son of this World to expand the rift, and you send your followers to conquer it?"
The abyss only then became interested, and a tentacle composed of black and red energy stretched out from the gap, and reached towards his trembling body in the other's terrified eyes.
The Holy Envoy's soul was trembling and struggling inside his body, his face was distorted. No... I can't touch... Those are his!
Abyss: Wow... This cosmic consciousness is so useless. It allowed these two idiots to stay in their own world for so long after murdering their own creations?
Forget it, after all, I am the client.
The abyss slowly retracted its energy tentacles and agreed to the consciousness of the small world.
[Okay, I'll wait and see.]
The Holy Envoy was also released by the consciousness of the small world. He sat slumped on the dusty asteroid, his face pale, and his turbid eyes staring blankly at the ground.
Abyss saw the ravaged expression on the face through the gap and was speechless.
What the hell is he supposed to be disgusted with? I haven't even despised his rotten soul yet!
After the Abyss retracted its small tentacle, it rubbed it frantically inside itself. No, He had to talk to the universe and ask for some compensation for the mental damages!
After the small world consciousness reached the deal, it felt a little better and advised him: "Don't worry, it won't take much blood and flesh to open the crack. I'll leave some for you."
The Holy Envoy raised his head, revealing his dim, unfocused eyes. He replied in a voice as hoarse as the friction of charcoal: "Okay..."
[Also, when the Abyss descends here, I can help you catch the dragon you want.]
"Um……"
But those dragons were not the same ones he had before.
The Holy Envoy allowed the Small World Consciousness to drain the energy from his flesh and blood, tearing open the tiny crack. Without the energy of his flesh and blood that maintained his youthful appearance, his skin began to wither.
The Holy Envoy looked down at the gradually wrinkled back of his hand, and for the first time he clearly realized from the bottom of his heart that his faith and his dragon had long disappeared with the collapse of the small world. Except for him, no one cared about the traces of the dragon's existence.
Anyway, the dragon he cared about was no longer around, so the youthful appearance he worked so hard to maintain wasn't that important.
…………
The former creation of the universe, Xingyuan Dragon Emperor Xiu, was now looking at Bai Jue with a teasing gaze. The corners of his mouth twitched, and a deep blue dragon flame with some green emanated from his palms, burning all the dragon-shaped wooden carvings, including the green crystals embedded in the eyes.
Bai Jue was still comforting the phoenix in his arms that was flying back at full speed, and asked him with a smile: "Don't you want to keep one as a souvenir?"
"No," he said feeling very uncomfortable.
Upon hearing this, Di Xiu burned even more fire in his hands, wishing he could burn all the wood carvings to ashes immediately.
After the green crystal burned, the energy gradually dissipated in the air as it rose with the airflow.
Cosmic Consciousness: [Hiccup, 91% of the spilled energy has been successfully recovered!]
Feng Zhuo, who had caught his breath, revealed a pair of glassy eyes from Bai Jue's sleeves and looked at Emperor Xiu, who was standing beside the burning dragon flame with his arms folded and an expressionless face.
Feng Zhuo raised his head and looked at Bai Jue: Does this count as the rights protection figurine carved by the stalker fans when the real owner angrily burned it?
Bai Jue couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Forget it."
Di Xiu glanced up at Bai Jue, who suddenly burst into laughter. He didn't want to guess what he was laughing at, as it was definitely something bad. So he wisely changed the subject: "Now that we have everything, when are you going to let him achieve Nirvana?"
Bai Jue put away his smile and rubbed Feng Zhuo's back feathers: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
In order to ensure that Nirvana is foolproof, he has to prepare other things besides green crystal.
Feng Zhuo, the heartless man who was in no hurry to become an adult, poked his little head out from Bai Jue's arms and asked, "Where are Xiao Xia and the others?"
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