After a lapse of three hundred years, Yang Ling finally condensed the complete spatial rules in the Divine Sea.

The thunder light in the sea of gods is churning, countless runes are like starlight flickering and extinguishing in it, and the rolling aura is frantically pouring into the sea of gods, under the refining of the thunder light, and the runes are condensed into a huge silver chain in the dojo like a giant dragon churning, sometimes going up to the sky and sometimes into the ground, booming and constantly impacting, the dojo continues to vibrate violently, and layers of space begin to appear where the chains pass through, the dojo with a diameter of tens of thousands of kilometers is still extending and folding in different spaces, layer by layer is still accumulating, mountains and canyons, lakes and grasslands are in an extremely strange structural state, the mountains are hanging upside down, and the lakes are folded and bent, and so on, Yang Ling's own hairs stand on end.

The Spirit Seed Tree grew wildly again, and the Qinglong Yuanshen, Zhentian Monument, Gou Chen Flying Sword, Dao Demon Zhensoul Realm, and Purple Gold Bell all began to frantically devour and absorb the thunder.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, the seven-colored thunderstorm has finally disappeared, the compass space has finally calmed down, and above the waterfall spirit lake, pieces of space are constantly folding and flipping, like a three-dimensional Rubik's cube, layer upon layer, and continue to spread around, all of which are in an elusive space rule within a radius of millions of kilometers, if someone falls into it, they will be cut into countless fragments by the power of space in an instant, and they will watch their bodies fall apart.

Folding space, this is the most common and basic attribute of space rules, Yang Ling used a hydrogen bomb to kill the Yuan Scorpion of the Spirit Realm on the first mining star, and when he escaped, he was trapped in the folding space, but in the end he escaped with the protection of the system.

Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, Yang Ling has fully comprehended the rules of space that almost cut himself into slices at the beginning, and can even exert a more terrifying power than the original folding space, as long as he thinks now, this radius of millions of miles will be completely solidified in an instant, and then in the state of solidification, all substances except for the eight ultimate rules will be completely void in this cutting, and return to the original state of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, more than ten years passed, and Yang Ling finally opened his eyes from the meditation.

At this time, in the sea of gods, the spirit seed tree has grown to a height of 20,000 meters, like a giant tree towering on the mountain peak in the center of the dojo, with lush branches and leaves, covering hundreds of square kilometers.

The Qinglong Dharma Aspect has grown to nearly two hundred kilometers.

The Zhentian Monument didn't seem to have changed, the Gou Chen Flying Sword was even more brilliant, and wisps of golden aura continued to emanate from the sword body, hanging above the head of the Yuan Shen Statue and slowly rotating.

The purple-gold bell was already in a semi-condensed state, hanging above the spirit seed tree to exude an extremely obscure aura, and an extra circle of silver inscriptions appeared on the surface of the bell was constantly rotating, reflecting each other with a circle of green inscriptions that appeared when condensing the rules of life before, looking extremely dazzling and gorgeous.

Yang Ling tried to observe the silver runes with his divine sense, and felt that his divine sense was like a mud cow entering the sea, and the power of the rolling divine soul was swallowed uncontrollably.

"!" Yang Ling was frightened and hurriedly planned to cut off his divine sense, but found that the original spirit could not communicate, and the power of the divine soul was frantically swallowed and sucked into the purple gold bell, until Yang Ling felt that he was about to be sucked into jerky, the purple gold bell shook slightly.

"Ding Dong~" A sound that resounded through the nine heavens sounded in the sea of gods.

The entire dojo was silent, and a deep voice without waves from an ancient well appeared in Yang Ling's divine thoughts.

"The beginning of chaos, no beginning and no end, for the infinite, pregnant yin and yang and born Tai Chi, Tai Chi gave birth to Tai Xu, too void gave birth to space, space gave birth to Tai Beginning, too beginning gave birth to too beginning, too beginning gave birth to too end, from emptiness, from beginning to beginning, from beginning to end, that is, for life, life has life and death, born in reincarnation, into cause and effect, died in the netherworld, and finally nothingness, is for luck. ”

"I am pregnant with chaos, Wuji builds the body, gathers the sun and is born, for the ancestor of Taiji, I wake up, then the fate ends, the beginning of chaos, return to Wuji!"

The curling voice gradually dissipated, but Yang Ling was stunned as if he had been wheeled with a stick.

"Once I wake up, my fate will end, chaos will begin, and I will return to Wuji!"

He is not an idiot, this sentence is very easy to understand, it is simply too easy to understand, but those who understand will be so frightened that they can't hold their urine, that is, when he wakes up this purple gold bell, it indicates that the arrival of chaos is unstoppable.

"Wait...... Wait~!" The Yuan Shen statue jumped up and looked up to the sky and shouted, "Tell me, is there a way to stop the end of fate? Could it be that you were born to end the Eight Realms of Heaven and Earth and all things in the universe?

There was incomparable silence in the sea of gods, and the statue of the primordial god stared at the purple gold bell expectantly.

One minute...... Five minutes...... Ten minutes......

Just when Yang Ling felt that he was about to collapse his soul after waiting for him, the two circles of runes on the bell were glorious, releasing the light that pierced the blind primordial god, and then that rich voice appeared again.

"My existence is meaningless, I am just a wisp of consciousness born of chaos!"

The purple gold bell actually answered!

Yang Ling was so excited that he almost urinated, and he endured the violent vibration of his soul and hurriedly said: "Everything has the meaning of its existence, even chaos, since you are born from a wisp of consciousness in chaos, then you tell me, what is chaos? Why did you give birth to you? Since you are the ancestor of Taiji, who created all things in our heaven and earth, the eight extremes of the universe, then why do you want to destroy us, what is the meaning of you telling me all this?"

After another long silence, the Purple Gold Bell spoke again.

"I don't know what the meaning of all this is, because I'm just one of the two Tai Chi Spirit Seeds born of Chaos, and my mission is to create and finish, and if you want to understand the meaning of all this, then you need to be me. ”

"Become you?" Yang Ling's jaw almost dropped, and he stammered, "I...... How can I be you?"

"Devour my body, and Chaos will default to you being me, and you will inherit that wisp of consciousness, maybe you will finally be able to find the answer you want!"

"Where is your body?"

"I'll take you there!" The purple gold bell shook slightly, and with a clanging sound, Yang Ling saw a flower in front of him clearly, and then he was horrified to find that he was already standing in the square in front of the Lingxiao Palace, and in front of him were the roots of the two trees that had been circling and forking.

"Purple is you?" Yang Ling looked at these two lewd tree roots and asked sensitively.

"Not bad!" said the Purple Bell after a pause.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, because this purple root was obviously male, and the other golden one was female.