In the middle of the border, Artis looked at the unchanged void border in front of him and frowned slightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It seems that as the origin of the world continues to grow, the borders are also gradually expanding, driving the growth of the world's area. ”

After careful observation for a while, Artis came to this conclusion.

"However, because the growth rate is quite slow, if you don't look hard, you won't be able to detect it. ”

He thought so, and then a deep thing began to emerge in his hand.

It was the coordinates of a world that emitted the breath of the void, recording the location of a world.

"Now that this world has calmed down, and it will take a long time to merge with the main world, it's time to go to the world of that demon god. Artis thought to himself.

In his mind, he still remembered the appearance of the demon god, and some fragments of memories that made him understand something about that world.

"In any case, it is a world in the end, and even if it is on the verge of destruction, it is very precious. ”

He thought so, and then the mark in his hand slowly lit up, a little spatial power rippled, and on the other side, it seemed that a faint world was emerging on the other side, exuding a little dim light.

However, because the distance is too long, the sensing is very vague, and even if Artis uses all his strength, it can only be roughly sensed.

"The distance is too far, and if you want the body to pass, the consumption is too huge. ”

Sensing the world, Artis frowned: "It seems that only a trace of the spirit can be passed." ”

The distance between the worlds is incomparably long, but it is also a teleportation, and the power consumed by the main body and a trace of divine soul is not at the same level at all.

With the determination of his heart, in the void, with the catalysis of divine power, the boundless power of space began to diffuse, and in the depth, it seemed that a door to the world was opening.

At the same time, the divine power in Artis's body was frantically consumed, maintaining this channel.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, his sleeves fluttered lightly, and a little spirit was differentiated, and he disappeared into the door.

Suddenly, Artis felt that the consumption of divine power in his body increased suddenly, and he teleported that trace of divine soul in an instant.

In the void, a ray of light streaked through, with majestic divine power, and flew through countless distances, pulling to a distant region under the traction of coordinates.

It was a big, but bleak world. The originally powerful world began to gradually decline at this time, and even the protection of the outer world had disappeared, allowing the power of Artis to enter.

At this moment, above the earth, in a ruined village, a baby let out its first cry.

At this moment, the broken spirit flew by, surrounded by a surrounding area, and finally submerged into the baby's body.

Suddenly, the baby slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were still ignorant, but in his eyes, there was a trace of gold.

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Fifteen years later, in a ruined village, a handsome young man stood in a clearing, holding a spear in his hand and a faint golden look in his eyes.

The young man looked to be about fifteen years old, dressed in a robe made of animal skins, and stood majestically in place, with an indescribable momentum.

He swung the stone spear in his hand and stabbed at a straw man in front of him.

With his stabbing blow, in place, a little wind breaking sound sounded, rushing forward with a bitter pressure.

After a while, when the boy stopped, the straw man in front of him had disappeared, leaving only a long wooden stick, standing alone.

"After fifteen years of slumber, I finally woke up. ”

Looking at the withered grass in place, Artis's face was flat, and he thought in his heart.

It's just that a remnant soul has crossed countless distances to come to another world, and naturally needs a body that carries the divine soul. At that time, because there was no other suitable object around, and the power of the divine soul was about to be exhausted, he chose to take away a baby who had just been born.

Then the soul fell into a deep slumber, and after fifteen years of cultivation, it was not until a few days ago that it woke up.

"But this world is really in decline. He looked up at the dim sky in the distance, and thought to himself.

If the world in which Artis was before was only eroded, then this world is really only the last breath left.

As the world where the demon god was born, the destruction here is complete. Because the origin of the world was plundered, most of the land had been turned into a desert at this time, and countless lives had passed away, leaving only the last bit of oasis to survive for the last few lives.

"The world consciousness of this world has declined to the limit, and if it develops like this for thousands of years, when the last oasis is swallowed up by the desert, and the last living beings disappear, the world will be destroyed. ”

Artis thought to himself, then looked outside and walked out.

Around him, people dressed in shabby animal skins saw him, showed respect, and began to salute.

"Young Patriarch, the elders are looking for you. At this moment, a shirtless man stepped forward and looked at Artis.

Hearing his words, Artis nodded his head to indicate that he heard, then turned and walked towards a place.

A wooden house, although basic, but very clean.

"Yar, you're here. Inside, a very decrepit old man looked at Artis who had come from outside, and squeezed out a smile.

"You're fifteen years old by now. ”

Artis nodded, looking at the other.

On the other side, the old man sighed with emotion: "Now, you are officially an adult, and you can inherit the position of the leader of the tribe." ”

He sighed, then walked out slowly, and carefully took out a wooden box from the room.

The wooden box was very shabby, it looked old, and when it was opened, it was a long animal skin.

"Huh?"

Seeing this hide, Artis was a little surprised.

In his senses, although it was already very light, the extremely strong demonic aura that permeated this beast skin had not yet been felt, and it was a piece of demonic beast fur.

And with his understanding of this tribe, it was almost impossible for this tribe to hunt down such a magical beast. So he couldn't help but be interested.

In front, the old man looked at the animal skin in his hand, and a trace of nostalgia flashed seriously: "This is some of the power inherited from our tribe, which has been kept by the elders and leaders, and now it will be handed over to you." ”

"Wait until tonight, and I will announce your succession to the throne. He said so, then nodded inwardly as he looked at Artis's still calm expression.

However, he didn't know that for Artis, who mastered a complete world, a small tribe in a ruined world, he didn't look down on it at all, so he naturally wouldn't show any expression.