The void collapsed.

In the hall, the gods were eroded by the shards of the rampage.

Soon, their gods were mottled and cracked and shattered.

They are already dead.

Killed by the Queen of the Void Gods.

What they are dying out of now is only their remaining empty shells.

And at the moment when the entire void collapsed, it was as if an apocalyptic disaster had struck.

At this moment, everything in the temple seemed to be swallowed up.

However, at this critical juncture, Huijue closed his eyes.

The next moment, Hui Jue's figure disappeared.

The real one is gone.

It was as if it had been reduced to nothingness.

He unraveled the professor, giving himself a frame.

Let yourself be equally rampant.

At the moment of unraveling the frame, Huijue felt as if he no longer existed.

It seems to be beyond some kind of limitation.

His thinking kept spreading.

At this moment, all crises seem to have no meaning.

His thoughts are constantly drifting, constantly detached.

It seems to have reached some unimaginable level.

As soon as his divine thoughts moved, the temple that had been eroded by the rampage instantly returned to its original state.

One god after another, back in place.

Revived.

And in the hall, after losing her mind, her figure also appeared.

And, at that moment.

Her own, the power to run wild, was deprived.

Or, so to speak, she recovered.

Yes.

This is the power of wisdom.

As for why, at the moment of unraveling the frame, he was able to have that kind of power.

The answer is simple.

Because he is the main character.

Yes.

At this moment, Hui Jue came to his senses.

It turns out that he is the main character.

The creature called the Creator is the protagonist of the story of creation.

Everything in this world revolves around him.

In that case, isn't it normal for him to be able to do all this?

His thoughts, constantly detached.

Soon, it will be above this universe.

After his mind transcended this universe, Huijue saw clearly.

He saw a very large tree.

"This is, World Tree?"

In Huijue's heart, he had such an idea.

He could see all the branches and leaves of the World Tree clearly.

And beneath these branches and leaves, there are real or illusory universes.

Even, he saw the professor.

In addition to professors, there are many supreme beings.

And that's not all.

His mind was still detached.

Above them.

Until, completely, get rid of the original framework, the original world.

This moment.

Huijue seems to have reached an unimaginable state.

He breaks the limits of concepts.

He turned into a thought.

And this thought appeared in a place called the Internet.

Yes.

Internet.

Inside the staggered network cable connected by network cable and wireless cable.

In the network, countless information is constantly intertwined, and in an instant, Huijue can receive countless information.

At this time, he could understand that he seemed to have come to an amazing place.

"This is the world of the Creator?"

Huijue's mind fluctuated.

When his mind fluctuated, he subconsciously looked outside.

It's just that, when probing, his thinking is limited.

The place he was in now was inside a cage called the Origin Net.

His mind can't get out of this cage.

Moreover, he could feel that, from time to time, there was a stream of thoughts, in some special way, observing the world before him, or rather, his fate.

"What a terrible story. ”

"Boring, boring. ”

"What a handful of things to write. ”

"The author is like a pen. ”

These thoughts are at the same time as I look at this story.

Left a thought.

These thoughts are filled with a lot of negative energy.

In addition, Huijue also felt an inexplicably familiar thought.

"Tired ......"

"It's so tiring, why are there 20,000 collections, but there are so few subscriptions. ”

"Full attendance, is there any full attendance this month?"

"Ten dollars, can you have ten dollars for a chapter subscription?"

Feel these familiar, but equally negative energies.

Hui Jue sighed.

It's all about money.

But soon, following this thought, he saw something more.

Creator of the Lord's life.

All kinds of misery.

"This is the life of the Creator?"

"That's unlucky, isn't it?"

Huijue was a little speechless.

Then, following one thought after another, he cautiously peeked into the world that belonged to the Creator.

Soon.

He saw so much more.

What ninety-eight-year-old lady committed suicide by herself in the park with a white cloth because she had no one to support.

What kind of official embezzled 200 billion.

What a poor mother committed suicide by drinking pesticides with her children.

Where and where are there wars, and how many people have died?

How many people are living in dire straits.

"All of these?!"

With his thinking, he is constantly in contact with the world.

All that Huijue felt was negative news.

Too much.

There is too much negative energy.

This world of the Creator is simply disgusting and heavy.

Even some seemingly bright information, behind them, there is a dark and dirty evil.

Look at these.

Hui Jue was silent.

In his mind, inexplicably, an idea arose.

He wants to change the world.

This belongs to the Creator, or rather, to the Creators.

All kinds of negative energies are constantly born, and sooner or later, they will bring countless worlds derived from this world to endless disasters.

But how can he transform the world?

Huijue kept thinking, waiting, looking for opportunities.

Finally, one day.

He waited for his chance.

Inside a residential building.

A little boy is doing his homework in his room.

He looks very serious and works very hard.

It's a pity that while doing his homework, his tears fell in a puff.

He put down the pen in his hand.

It's useless.

He knows.

No matter how hard you try to write your homework, it's useless.

Because, today, he didn't steal money from his house.

If there is no money for that person, no matter how much homework he writes, it will be useless.

Because even if he writes his homework well, the result will be torn up by that person.

Then the head teacher, Mr. Gu, will punish him severely.

The homework can't be handed over to Teacher Gu at all.

Even, only pay the money to go up.

The homework can be handed over to Mr. Gu.

Even, as long as you pay the money, even if you don't write your homework, you can easily pass the test from Teacher Gu.

"What should I do?"

"How can I steal money? ”

"I want to die. ”

Song Xiaodong's heart kept flashing desperate and sad thoughts.

He looked at the window.