The 'stars' are swaying, the 'stars' are shaking.

It's a star, and it's not a star. It presents a wonderful state between the real and the unreal. But the change doesn't stop, and as more spatial particles pour in, it begins to materialize, little by little, emerge from the unreal.

That feeling, like a flat picture scroll, a certain landscape suddenly comes to life, very shocking, very magical.

Soon, this star is complete, and then, the next one...... Next one.

Silently, a dreamlike scene unfolded in front of everyone. It turns nothingness into reality and dreams into reality. All impossible descriptions pale in this change of reality and fiction. Can you imagine a planet being created out of nothing? Can you imagine the cosmic starry sky being kneaded like dough?

It's all just babbling, but here, it's all true.

Through the porthole, the blood pupil saw with his own eyes that the planets were 'created', and one by one the nothingness turned into entities. His brow furrowed deeply.

He didn't find out how these were done.

At this point, it can be said that he has reached the upper level of the cosmic pyramid. His every move may affect the changes in the pattern of the lower worlds. It's just that the blood pupil never wanted to participate. If he is unrestrained, with his strength, he can divide one side at any level below the Fourth Realm at any time. Including the Romick family who once helped him, they are already as small as dust.

However, with such a powerful strength, it is still impossible to discover the essence of these virtual and real changes, which is enough to show how magical and advanced this change is.

At that time, the achievements of civilization that belonged to the Second World Realm were the technology and strength that surpassed all the low-level World Realms!

In this way, the Second Realm is telling the world that they are still the masters of the universe!!

But for the Blood Pupil, this kind of demonstration is nothing. He is more concerned with the manifestation of the stars.

Seven!

The constant transformation of the virtual and the real actually only manifests seven planets, and the topography of these seven stars is different. Some are dominated by plains and mountain peaks, others are dominated by oceans, swamps, lakes, glaciers, and some are lava and fire seas. The most special ones are the last two, which are not even stars at all. It's just two spheres of spatial isolation, one of which is normal and full of regular cosmic space, and the other is the Cataclysmic Realm raging with storms and shattered splinters.

These are the seven planets, the seven battlefields!!

The blood pupil lowered his head, he didn't need to think about it anymore to know the Dao, this was probably the intention that the Second Life Realm had prepared for them.

As the absolute master, the Second Realm does not even need to be disguised, nor does it need to be disguised for high-sounding reasons. He wants to tell everyone openly that this sacrifice is a gladiatorial fight!!

What he needs is blood, death. It's a sacrifice. It's a harvest!!

Rather than a promised compensation after converging resources.

For the Second Realm, only the sacrifice is the most important, and the candidates for the sacrifice are nothing more than a burden. The less, the better. It's good to die! The second world is the master of the universe, and this master doesn't need more. They occupy the pinnacle of the universe, the top of the food chain. Tasting all the luscious fruits of the universe. There is no need to pay a price yet. Even the slightest hint of their technology can cause a war in the lower worlds. Any one of their strong men can crush the lower civilizations.

In such a world, why should we absorb fresh blood? More people join, but more resources are shared. That's not good, especially on the eve of a big ruin.

Therefore, this time, the second world did not hesitate to show its purpose, which is to reduce the number of candidates, gain more, and pay less!!

This is undoubtedly tyranny! It's power!

But the strange thing is that none of the civilizations involved in the sacrifice objected! (Speaking of which, it suddenly occurred to me that many countries say that the flower growers are dangerous, violent, hostile and hostile.) In fact, in the eyes of the knife, it only shows that the flower grower is not dangerous enough. How dare they speak if it's dangerous enough? The reason why the clown dared to jump out was because they thought there was no danger. That's the reality. Please refer to Japan garrisoned by the U.S. forces. What, you still don't agree? The knife is now holding a gun to your head, please say a word of dissatisfaction with the knife. Immediately, immediately!! If you don't say it, it's a grandson!! ）

Seven planets, forming a dense ring. They are much smaller than ordinary stars, and their gravitational pull is cut off. But such a dense arrangement of seven planets is still a spectacular sight. Blow all the audience.

Then, in the center of the seven planets, where the meteorite was located, a small golden altar rose out of thin air.

Countless phantoms overlapped on it, as if the stands were surrounding.

In the second world, the realm of Lu did not appear in front of people, but a little bit of it was revealed, which was enough to subdue all the disrespectful.

There is no sound, but there is a magnificent music in people's minds at the same time, and mysterious, complex chanting.

This is the ritual of the sacrifice, which is very complicated and cumbersome.

Bloodpupil was not interested in waiting, and turned around and walked back to the room.

The festival lasted for a long time, with the first ceremony being the most solemn, lasting two days. In the past two days, the Second Realm has still not appeared in front of everyone, and only the voices and images of the brain domain dominate the ritual. But as the ritual progressed, an extension of reality began to emerge. On top of the golden altar, figures emerged, looking down on the world like gods.

They are small, and there are no violent energy fluctuations in their bodies. But their aura is incomparably honorable, and looking at everyone is like looking at ants.

Under their guidance, the ships of the Third Realm began to stir, approaching the altar in the order they had designated.

They were required to pay sacrifices in exchange for eligibility to join the battlefield.

The first civilization blood pupil didn't know, and the sacrifice they paid was five mining stars. The envoy of the Second Realm inspected the meeting and accepted it. The civilization bowed in gratitude and sent a warrior into battle.

Then there is the second civilization, the third ......

The process proceeded quickly, and more and more fleets sent out candidates to offer sacrifices to the Second Realm, some of them succeeding and some of them failed. After successfully returning home, he was immediately vigilant, for fear that other civilizations would become hostile to him, and those who failed retreated to the side and became a complete foil.

Time passes little by little, and it's a boring, but fluid process. It had been a long time, and suddenly, the blood pupil opened its eyes.

Because he suddenly felt a familiar aura appear above the distant altar!!

It was a flamboyant red-haired woman, accompanied by numerous Motha Guardians and Clay Raiders, who ascended the altar.

Their voices rang in everyone's heads.

"We, there are no sacrifices. If I had to say a sacrifice, it would be her. ”

In an instant, the pupils of the blood pupil suddenly contracted, and a piercing cold light erupted from his eyes.

The figure, the woman......

Lil. (To be continued......)

PS: It's the second change