Colorful discs swirl to form a whirlpool visible to the naked eye. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info That strange space is no longer stagnant. Klockdahl even faintly felt an aura of something different from this space from behind the whirlpool.

Klockdahl was overjoyed and decisively strengthened the force of the bombardment. Unfortunately, no matter how much Klockdahl bombarded, the vortex rift always began to close before it could continue to expand.

"It's not going to go on like this......" Klockdahl's face was cloudy, and the opportunity was fleeting, and Klockdahl had to seize it.

But what should I do!?Klockdahl had no choice but to maintain his strength while his brain teaser was racing. But he suddenly felt a slight heat in his chest, and Klockdahl looked down and realized that it was the prism.

Because after snatching it from Blackbeard, Klokdahl has been hunted down, so he doesn't have the time to pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, now I was attracted by the breath coming from the whirlpool and was stimulated.

A flash of light flashed, and Klockdahl's eyes lit up, which did not prevent the prism from being stimulated. Instead, he used his spiritual power and began to fully stimulate the prismatic breath.

Sure enough, Klockdahl didn't guess wrong, behind what the colorful space wants to hide, there is a lot to do with the mysterious prism. And the aura that continued to escape before, after the cumulative release, finally reached the level of activating the prism.

With the full stimulation of the prism, the place that the colorful space covered began to intensify the leakage. Under the action of Klockdal's external force, he finally hit the inside and outside, breaking a hole.

No longer hesitating, feeling the familiar aura inside, Klockdahl leaped forward. As for what dangers are behind the space, this is no longer enough to consider. After all, he had no way to retreat, he could only move forward and finally find that glimmer of life.

It was only after stepping inside that Klockdahl noticed the difference. Compared to the outside world, it seems more real. Everything he said before was so dreamlike that Klockdahl felt that he had no concept of time or direction.

This place, still without any embellishment. There is no moon, no sun, not even a celestial body. But now stepping on the earth, it gives birth to the most real world.

The sky wasn't grey, it was still a little bright, and at least you could see everything around you. The whole environment is like a big building.

There were stairs all around, and they continued to descend, and Klockdahl didn't know how long, but it was definitely beyond imagination. The position where Klockdahl stood was the end of the staircase, and there was a square platform on top of it.

Such a building is reminiscent of an ancient altar, except that this altar is beyond imagination. At least bigger than an island.

Because if the analogy is correct, the table of this altar is more than the size of a square. Then it is really unimaginable how big the pyramid-shaped "altar" will be with the whole as the foundation.

Klockdahl didn't look any further, he felt the heat of the prismatic crystals in his palms, and climbed all the way up, until he finally crossed the high staircase and came to the square countertop.

On the countertop, there is only a pit with something in the shape of a ball. The size is half the height of Klockdal, about nearly 1 meter high, and I can't tell what kind of material is made of it.

"It's not like a stone, and it seems to feel weird, like a living thing......" Klockdahl touched the cobblestone, frowning and perceiving it, but found nothing.

"Try this......" Klockdahl took the prism and pressed it against the sphere to urge the prism. There was a bang, and a shocking change suddenly occurred.

The surface of the sphere, which is larger than the grinding disc, is violently falling off like the bark of an old tree. There was a burst of red light, and Klokdal's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

However, Klockdahl could clearly feel that the mysterious beads in his body and the prism in his hands began to shake violently.

The three began to have an incredible resonance, a grand and supreme power fluctuation, rippling open. Klockdahl, however, felt that his whole body was out of his control.

"Damn, this change is ......" What's worse is that the palm that touched the sphere actually stabbed with a tingling pain, as if it had been scraped open, and the blood was frantically pumped along with the force.

In just a moment, Klockdahl's face turned pale. Whether it was the massive loss of blood or the lack of strength, Klockdahl's breath became weaker and weaker.

"Are you going to die? What an irony!!" Klockdahl was a little unwilling, and when he finally came here, and was about to find the greatest secret of this world, he had to sleep here forever, and then die and become one of those wandering gray figures outside!?

No! never!!!

His eyes were white, and Klockdahl finally gave up struggling, knowing he was powerless to fight. I can only watch as the last trace of strength is drained.

At this moment, the mysterious bead in Klokdal's body moved, and wisps of chaotic mist spread out, directly cutting off the extraction power of the sphere.

It even began to absorb the power of the past and reabsorb it back. As the power filled, the invisible cracks on the mysterious beads began to heal slowly.

In the midst of the light, the spheres in the outside world began to crack, turned into powder, and began to fall off continuously. And Klockdahl's consciousness gradually returned, and he knew that at the critical moment, the mysterious bead chose him, and resisted the orb's call to it.

At this time, Klockdahl was wonderful, and he fell into a strange realm. Or rather, along with the mysterious beads, I saw everything that had happened here.

Including the origin of the sphere, already the origin of the so-called holy relics. Even the formation of this world, as well as the division of the mysterious beads, were finally obtained by him, and then formed one.

It was only at this time that Klockdahl realized that the so-called world holy object actually referred to the huge sphere on the square platform.

Not the half-crippled thing it is now, of course. It is the time when it is complete, when it is the heart of the world, and when it exists as a holy object. At the same time, it is also the origin of this world.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it created the whole world. The origin of this world turned out to be a world-class legendary object, combined with the fantasy and grotesque world in the void, and gradually evolved.

This fantasy grotesque world naturally refers to the pure fantasy work of One Piece. The origin of this kind of world is usually the fantasy of hundreds of millions of living beings, which accumulate in large quantities in the void, forming all kinds of grotesque worlds.

And these grotesque worlds are more in the void. But it's like a bubble, it rises quickly and disappears faster. It's just that one day, a mysterious bead suddenly passes through the void, and those grotesque worlds or weird story chips called One Piece happen to be combined with it, and then there is a drastic change.

A large number of mysterious substances are attracted, and the grotesque world gradually transforms from a nihilistic fantasy, from an illusion of nothingness to a physical existence attached to a mysterious bead.

And the mysterious bead has also evolved into the heart of the world. Until, that day, a group of strong men from outside the territory and across the border came.

To be continued......

PS: The first two more,There's still a draft to expand.,Now these chapters,Including the back of the code.。 Do you want to burst the rhythm of the liver, I'm tired...... (To be continued.) )