A clear stream of water, undisguised as weird.

Coming in through the crack in the door, it meandered and shimmered.

Then, not far in front of the Burning Wood Grandmaster, the king cobra, which was walking close to the ground, suddenly raised its head and rose vertically.

It was as if the ground had become a lake, and a person who had been hiding under the lake suddenly stood up.

You can even see the texture of the water at the moment when he breaks through the waves.

In the next moment, a living person appeared in front of the Burning Wood Grandmaster in such a grand manner, with a gentle smile on his face that did not contain the slightest threat.

Such an arrogant appearance not only attracted the attention of the Burning Wood Grandmaster who was close at hand, but also the eyes of everyone in the room gathered for the first time, grabbing the eyeballs.

Everyone almost unanimously stood up with a "bang", or rather, jumped up.

On the contrary, the expression of the Burning Wood Sect Master himself did not change so drastically, but with a somewhat thoughtful look, and at this moment, he asked out loud, "Are you?"

Mo Yuan pointed to the token in his hand and said, "It was indeed easy to save you that day." You gave me this token, so that I can go to the Tianhong Pavilion to find you...... I used it as a stepping stone this time. ”

The stunned old shopkeeper next to him, seeing that things had gone around to him again, finally came back to his senses, and said in a little panic: "Ah, yes, yes, he gave me the token, but I really didn't know that he came here after me." ”

Mo Yuan said: "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rude and following me directly." ”

The Burning Wood Grandmaster finally woke up from his stunned stupor, and he didn't dwell on such a small issue.

He was seriously injured and near death that day, and his cultivation was almost completely abolished, and he was rescued by Mo Yuan. From beginning to end, Mo Yuan had never appeared in front of him and his companions, so he didn't know what his true face was.

But although they didn't meet, they had a brief exchange of words, plus Mo Yuan was able to take out the token and casually tell the general situation of the day, and more importantly, the way he appeared was also highly consistent with the situation that he was hidden in the river throughout the day, so there was nothing to doubt.

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(Changed at noon tomorrow)

Prologue

Darkness is the true color of the universe, even the brilliance of the stars is only an insignificant embellishment like fireflies, and loneliness is the characteristic of the universe, even if human beings have been up and down for hundreds of millions of years, the magnificence forged in blood and fire is like a light dream bubble, which bursts at a poke and leaves no trace.

Heaven and earth are the most open, so they are not benevolent, there is never a so-called elaborate masterpiece, ants, humans, stars, from the accidental birth to the destruction that will eventually go, never a trace of preference!

Preface II

A：10^（109）-1

B：10^（82）-1

C：10^（50）-1

D：10^（60）

Chapter 001 Backdoor

Opening his eyes, with the help of the faint light, Wang Ning found himself lying quietly in a closed cabin. The cabin was cramped and could only lie still, with no room to move.

A beam of light is projected in the pupil of the eyeball, focusing on the image, and the image of various creatures fighting each other, hunting for food, and struggling to survive is continuously played. The lizard struck like a sculpture in the scorching desert after a long wait and then struck with lightning at a certain moment, the giant python strangled its prey in the depths of the mysterious jungle, the crocodile lay in ambush like a reef and stared indifferently at the bison drinking and playing by the stream, two fierce beasts of the same kind fought to the death for territory on the grassland, and several fierce birds with a wingspan of several meters chased the blood-stained sky in the deep sky...... Endless images, pure images, no sound, but Wang Ning felt that every image was a loud blow in his heart.

At first he felt cruel, but gradually he felt a kind of pure ...... It's all about survival!

The body seemed to have no self-defense, and he easily took it over, requisitioning all his memories, as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Since the beginning of consciousness, he has been lying in silence, with endless images of animals hunting when he opens his eyes, pure sleep when he closes his eyes, and nothing else, not even dreams. There is no eating and excretion, and the body is completely taken over by the cabin intelligence, from regular energy intake to various state maintenance.

Without intelligence, this is an empty shell with no human form. If there is anything left of the original consciousness, it is the idea of "trying to survive at all costs" that has been forcibly instilled.

"The organic nature of the universe, the final end, really began?" The state of this body made Wang Ning have his own judgment.

A quiet enclosed space where time passes silently.

At that time, his state of existence was even more bizarre than it is now, with no physical body, but just a set of data information streams, or "souls", with the self-consciousness of "I am the king of the earth", existing in a mysterious network of laboratories. As a result, he read a lot of earth-shattering information, and witnessed and even witnessed a series of key events.

Thanks to the strange state at that time, Wang Ning found that his memories existed in great detail, the memory of survival during that time on the earth, the memory of all the information obtained by the soul state of the mysterious laboratory, and now this body has been integrated into the instinctive memory of survival, they exist in his brain in such an orderly manner, just like being automatically managed and classified by "folders", which can be searched and enabled in an instant with his mind.

During this period, Wang Ning realized that now this "empty shell" body has a much greater impact on him than he thought, and the concept of "survival first" that has been integrated into instinct has affected him, unlike when he first crossed into a laboratory data information stream, he almost collapsed several times because of self-doubt, but now, his only thought is-

How to survive the "final tide"!

I don't know how long it took, the endless three-dimensional image disappeared, revealing an empty circular platform, three meters in diameter, with an incandescent lamp on top illuminating the platform transparently, like a strange cone, quietly existing in the image, revealing some kind of ominousness.

"It's time to start!"

There is also a green virtual cylinder on one side of the image, and the green color disappears from top to bottom and turns red, Wang Ning knows that the last moment is coming.

"First of all, I want to make sure that I want to be the first to be picked, not random!"

This is not a difficult thing for Wang Ning, in that mysterious laboratory, he witnessed the birth of the "cosmic organic" model and the formation of the underlying structure, which itself is perfect, but there is also a back door.

"The father of creation, the ultimate holy, the original heaven!"

Wang Ning consciously woke up in this hidden room, exhaled for the first time, although the voice was strange, but the meaning was correct after all, as soon as this sentence was spoken, the green cylinder that was changing to red disappeared, replaced by a flashing yellow.

Yuan Tiancheng, the head of the mysterious laboratory, is the person who perfectly modeled the "organic cosmic transformation" and completed the construction of the underlying structure and basic rules. At that time, Wang Ning witnessed the birth of this backdoor, and Yuan Tiancheng, who has always been serious and cautious, was ecstatic on the day when the grand plan of "organicization of the universe" was truly implemented, and personally set up this backdoor that was both funny and narcissistic.

Wang Ning's body twisted slightly, disappeared into the cabin, and appeared at one end of the three-meter-diameter platform in the stereoscopic projection. Human civilization has developed to the present, and an instrument the size of a fountain pen can enable people to achieve instantaneous teleportation.

Being in it, Wang Ning felt that the incandescent light was very weird, like a substance, and the position of the lamp was not a lamp, but a channel, and the white light that shrouded the platform was actually the appearance of the channel after diffusion and blurring, from thick to thin, and finally it seemed to be just a pole that existed between existence and non-existence.

Wang Ning was alarmed in his heart and didn't dare to look at it again. He was sure that he was the first to appear, because according to the original rules, it should be that after the green pillar of the cabin turned completely red, two randomly numbered people in the cabin appeared at the same time, and he was one step ahead.

After waiting for a while, another figure appeared on the other end of the platform, a man who was not wearing a wisp, after seeing Wang Ning, his eyes immediately showed a look of vigilance, and he let out a strange roar at Wang Ning, because it was the first time to make a sound, it sounded clumsy and weird and funny to Wang Ning.

He was a little glad at the moment that before being teleported instantly, he grabbed the soft leather cushion under his hand in his hand, and now it was wrapped around his waist, otherwise he would be a little unbearable to think about himself and the person opposite him naked.

When the two of them appeared on the platform, the white light that spread within the three-meter platform began to retract, and beyond the white light was pure pitch blackness, and the boundary between black and white was an insurmountable moat.

Wang Ning followed the white light and walked to the middle of the platform, the person on the opposite side saw Wang Ning approaching, instinctively vigilantly retreated, leaned back against the white light boundary, was pushed by the restraining force, and suddenly stepped forward to the ground, when he was about to get up, Wang Ning had quickly bullied up, squatted in front of him and pinched the person's neck with both hands, until nearly ten breaths, this person's breathing and heartbeat stopped, Wang Ning then let go of his hands with a complicated face, and looked at the corpse on the ground whose eyes were not frightened until death, but dazed.

He said in a low voice: "Let's go, from the moment of birth, our identity has not been regarded as a life by anyone, let alone a human being, but just the most insignificant organic matter in the vast plan of 'cosmic organicization', the dead will become the cornerstone and nourishment, and we living are just more valuable nourishment in the tempering of purgatory." ”

In the end, Wang Ning took a step back and said in his heart: "What's more, don't talk about us, even those real human beings are inevitably from this purgatory, sad spring and autumn are useless, let's try to earn your life!"

Then, Wang Ning saw that the dead man quickly actinized and sandified in the white light, and finally turned into a huge puff of fine sand and went vertically upward, throwing into the extreme of the source of the channel of the incandescent lamp, and in addition, there was a small transparent ball of light drilling out of the fine sand and flying towards Wang Ning, as if it was about to merge into his body.

Wang Ning wanted to be the first to appear here, for this moment.

"Pole space, Hanhai Dark Realm, life aura, hope candle flame. As Wang Ning finished reciting these sixteen words, the suction of the pole channel above his head suddenly became stronger, and the light cluster that flew towards him immediately turned around, following the last fine sand and throwing it into the pole of the channel.

And the ball of light connected with him the moment it flew towards him, as if the two were one, and now when he refused to merge into his body, and threw it into the mystical pole above his head, his consciousness seemed to enter it as well.

The miraculous change captured his full attention, even if he was teleported back to the chamber again.

It was a magical place of nothingness, black and white, light and darkness lost their meaning here, without time and space, their existence lost its definition, and the only thing he could feel was endless pressure, which came from all directions, up and down in four dimensions, and he felt that he was about to collapse.

Then, he "saw" the lonely existence of a cloud of fine sand, the only "reality" here, emitting a little transparent light in all directions.

He felt that he was just like this fine sand, he was an "alien" here, and he would eventually be wiped out by this endless pressure.

Then he himself, a slightly transparent ball of light, collapsed, and also turned into points of light and merged with those points of light, shrouded in the fine sand, and with the support of the fine sand, the pressure around him was slightly reduced, but he still felt that he could not survive for long.

At this moment, another cloud of fine sand appeared out of thin air, fused with the original fine sand, and the starting point of light also rose from the fine sand, like the light of the reverse current, and finally formed a more distinct halo layer around the fine sand, resisting the infinite pressure of the four dimensions up and down, everywhere.

Then, the fine sand continued to fill in, and this only "real" place grew rapidly, and the halo around the fine sand became thicker and more real.

In this constant change, Wang Ning felt that he was constantly being diluted, and his perception became weaker and weaker, and he faintly felt that his perception would disappear completely.

Wang Ning finally knew what he should do, he once again "restrained" himself, the light he represented now seemed more and more insignificant to the entire halo, when he completely "restrained" himself After getting up, the volume was only one-fifth of the original, and he knew that the others had disappeared when he was fighting the pressure, but the remaining part was also more condensed, and now it was gathered into a ball, hiding in the halo, when the halo layer did not completely disappear, he would not disappear, and there was a strong connection between himself and the fine sand.

The part that disappeared did not really disappear, some of it was squeezed into the fine sand by the endless pressure, and it was closely integrated with the fine sand.

One-fifth of oneself is a group of light, which exists independently;

Another fifth of oneself fuses into the fine sand, acting as the glue that binds and solidifies the fine sand into a larger whole;

The other three-fifths are completely nihilistic, but beyond the fine sand halo layer forms an even thinner and formless layer of nothingness, infinite in the fourth dimension