A blurry and colorful world.

Wang Yiyang was suspended in the air, overlooking the vast land below.

The earth was blood-red, with countless wriggling bubbles, slowly detaching from the ground and steaming towards the sky. If you fly to a low place, it will automatically explode.

In this small universe, there is no life, only a huge blood-red sphere in the center.

It looks like a planet, but it's a lot bigger than a planet.

"It's like a giant egg. The yolk is in the center and the egg white is around it. Is this the embryo of the universe?"

Wang Yiyang observed the surroundings curiously.

Before the universe was created, no one knew what it was like.

Even if it is as strong as the Evil Spider Mother, it was only after the birth of the universe that it began to compile rules.

"According to the method of the Evil Spider Mother, she was originally an ordinary miniature universe embryo and strengthened it into a lower universe. So her own personality has also improved a lot. ”

"In other words, if I can use my own methods to support a small universe into a higher universe like the Evil Spider Mother, then I can also ascend to the level with it. ”

Wang Yiyang understood.

He suddenly understood a little why Pangu wanted to open the heavens, why Sanqing wanted to establish a religion, and why many saints wanted to protect the interests of their own universe.

"The Holy Throne, after being given to the Saint, is not completely irrelevant... In this way, the only exception is the outer gods.

The Void Gods are the Void Laws common to all universes, so they will not be bound by a single universe. ”

Wang Yiyang slowly combined various identity memories in his heart and had ideas.

"Then, I can't be bound by a single universe, otherwise if the universe is weak, I will also be weak. It is no wonder that the saints of the flood desolation want to plunder other cosmic resources and strengthen the flood desolation. ”

The stronger the universe, the stronger the Holy Throne.

And the greater the merits of the saints in this universe, the greater the authority of the holy throne they receive.

The two are a partnership.

"This is not the result I want, no matter how strong the saint in the universe is, he is only the root connection of the universe.

Only the outer gods are truly free from the outside world. Therefore, my purpose this time is to comprehend the law of the void by manipulating the fate of the universe. ”

Wang Yiyang is burdened with an identity system, so he can naturally choose a stronger and broader path of the outer gods of the Void God Group.

Retracting his mind, Wang Yiyang began to carefully observe the huge red ball in front of him.

In the entire miniature universe, only this sphere exists.

It emits a large number of red bubbles all the time, and it seems to be giving birth to something.

Wang Yiyang thought for a moment, slowly stretched out his hand, and a fine eternal silk thread appeared in his palm.

He gently tossed the thread toward the blood-colored orb.

Suddenly, the silk thread flew out, and instantly sank into the blood-colored orb, and the other end was connected to his own hand.

"Well, fate binds us together. It's ok now. "Wang Yiyang's eternal silk thread, which connects two things without a point, will link the fates of the two together.

This is the effect that Wang Yiyang found after using it several times.

"The development of the universe requires all kinds of rules and orders. So.... I can use the eternal silk thread to weave the rules, and reproduce the original process as the Evil Spider Mother did back then. ”

But Wang Yiyang didn't want to do that, his purpose was not to strengthen and support a universe, but to observe the laws of the void exposed when the universe was born and died.

Only the more primordial the universe is, can it truly reveal enough mysteries of the law of the void.

Wang Yiyang also did not make any action because of this, except after using the eternal silk thread to link him with the fate of this miniature universe.

He didn't move anymore, but hid his breath as much as he could, and then levitated in the air, observing the changes in the blood-colored orb.

Anyway, the birth and death of the miniature universe was only a moment, and he had already adjusted his sensory perception to the same level as the miniature universe, and he could stay here until the end.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Fortunately, Wang Yiyang had the backup support of the mental prison, he devoured the entire small piece of the sea of faith in the high-level universe, and the spiritual energy he obtained was enough for him to support this observation.

The miniature universe seems to be slowly changing a little.

Around the blood-colored orb, black cracks began to emerge.

These cracks are like dark pupils, observing the cosmic sphere from all directions.

After the crack appeared, nothing changed for the time being.

Wang Yiyang was not in a hurry, he still hid himself and continued to observe.

The sleeping eyes of his own evil spider mother have a rather powerful concealment effect. In addition, he is good at many systems, and in the rules of various systems, it is easy to summarize the methods of restraining his own breath and existence.

Therefore, it may not be as strong as a very strong concealed saint, but compared to the general concealment method, it is not bad.

Wang Yiyang continued to observe, and while observing, he carefully reviewed the memories of the major identities to analyze the laws and rules of the universe where each identity is located.

Anyway, he has a lot of time at this time. Wouldn't it be a waste not to do something after consuming so much spiritual energy.

Time continues to pass, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.

Gradually, the bubbles around the blood-colored orb began to decrease, and the black cracks around it began to increase.

Vaguely, Wang Yiyang seemed to start hearing a little sound.

He tried to tell, but he didn't know what the sounds meant. They don't seem to have any patterns.

Soon, this time a thousand years have passed.

Wang Yiyang was obsessed with the long-term memories of the evil spider mother, and he didn't feel much.

But the blood-colored ball gradually changed slightly, and the sounds around it began to become louder and clearer.

And the large black cracks around are also more and more, getting bigger and bigger.

Voices come out of these cracks.

"No.... These are not sounds .... It's a message..."Wang Yiyang suddenly noticed.

He floated gently to one of the cracks and looked inside.

It was pitch black and there was nothing inside.

But a steady stream of information is pouring out of it.

Wang Yiyang tried to accept these messages, but they were chaotic and didn't know what the meaning was.

It seems to be a collection of fragments of many, many pieces of information.

He continued to wait, and the time continued to pass slowly.

This time, 10,000 years have passed.

There are more and more information in the miniature universe, and the noisy information around them is like sound waves vibrating back and forth, which are constantly absorbed by the blood-colored sphere, hindered, and then rapidly decayed.

But this kind of attenuation and absorption is far less than the information poured into the cracks.

As a result, the concentration of information in this cosmic space far exceeded that of any cosmic region that Wang Yiyang had seen.

Countless messages continue to accumulate.

Time accumulates, a thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years.... 200,000 years...

Wang Yiyang saw that there were more and more information in the space, more and more dense, and more and more dense.

Gradually, cracks began to emerge in the blood-colored orb. And the information that was too dense and dense around it gradually changed abnormally.

These messages slowly revealed their essence like a silver mist.

"Message?actually??"

Wang Yiyang was slightly stunned.

He had thought about many possible scenarios, but he had never thought about the scene in front of him.

Soon, the messages of these silver mist became thicker and thicker.

They are flocculent and constantly floating around.

Wang Yiyang continued to observe, and in the blink of an eye, another 10,000 years had passed.

He adjusted his perception to reduce the consumption of psionic energy, and suddenly the flow of time was much faster.

The flocculent material around the blood-colored sphere gradually began to change color, and then was stained with a faint reddish layer.

Wang Yiyang watched as they gradually attached to the surface of the blood-colored sphere and merged with it.

"These flocculents are simply information-transformed, so where did the original cosmic blood-colored sphere come from? Could it be that this is also the case?"

Wang Yiyang's heart suddenly jumped.

He quickly broke away from this miniature universe and retracted the Eternal Thread. I found an earlier miniature universe and flew in.

This time in the miniature universe, the blood-colored ball in the center is only the size of a fist.

Wang Yiyang was the same as last time, after entering, he found a place to hide.

He watched and waited.

It's just that what makes him strange is that the fist-sized blood-colored ball is right under his nose, constantly growing and growing.

"No... Could it be that Wang Yiyang's heart suddenly moved.

He quickly adjusts his perception, expanding toward real-world frequencies and bands.

Soon, he entered the first layer of the real world when he was in the stars.

When he was in the Old God Universe, Wang Yiyang discovered that the frequency of the real world is actually traceable.

So this time, he only tried a few times, and he successfully entered the real world.

At the moment when the perceptual adjustment is successful.

Wang Yiyang suddenly felt that the surroundings were sinking and dark.

He opened his eyes again and looked around.

What he saw this time shocked his heart.

In the real world of this universe, the blood-colored sphere is surrounded by large silver cracks.

A steady stream of silver mist flew out of countless silver cracks, and they were attached to the blood-colored sphere, exactly like the previous miniature universe.

It's just that this scene is hidden in the real world.

"Could it be that...," Wang Yiyang stared at the expanding and growing school-colored ball.

Suddenly, he flew forward, his body turning into black light, and he grabbed the blood-colored orb hard.

Boom!

The blood-colored ball that had just been formed was fragile, and it was shattered by Wang Yiyang's light touch.

In the center of the large blood-colored fragment, there was a small silver light that kept flickering, which was the core of the blood-colored sphere.

Wang Yiyang's eyes flickered, he reached out and grabbed it, and accurately grabbed it towards this silver light.

Burst!

It's a pity that he caught a vacancy.

That silver light was not a substance, but simply the same silver crack as the surroundings!

Or rather, not cracks, but silver round holes!

A trace of silver mist was still flowing from inside.

Wang Yiyang grabbed the air in his hand, and after discovering the essence, he was suddenly stunned.

In an instant, countless memories of his previous identity were connected one after another.

Countless comprehensions and grasps of the rules have also been connected.

All of them have rebuilt a complete and complete cosmology in an ineffable way.