Buzz –

Streams of majestic and terrifying wisdom sparks were manipulated by Mu Cang through mysterious and incomprehensible channels, constantly surging into the wisps of false spirituality in the depths of Vashak's soul.

With the support of so many sparks of wisdom, the false spirituality also flickered and shone to the fullest.

At this moment, even the real spirituality pales in comparison.

"What I'm trying to say is that your parents can't just name you and call you Vashak without a specific surname."

Mu Cang looked at the withered puppet in front of him and asked.

"Uh......"

Vashak paused for a moment, then hesitated slightly, "My last name?" My last name, I ...... It's called Vashak. ”

Hearing this specious answer, Mu Cang did not continue to ask, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he asked again:

"Do you have any subordinates, then? Or should I say, you, as the god of sorcery...... Is there a God? ”

"Absolutely."

Vashak nodded as a matter of course.

"Very well, just name them, just name them."

"Well, their name is ......"

Vashak paused again, then he said with a confused expression, "Strange, how can I ...... Can't remember it all at once? I can't think of a single one. ”

"So do you have a wife and children?" Mu Cang interrupted him and asked.

"Yes, I have many concubines and sons." Vashak sighed slowly, his tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

"So, where are they? Where did they live at that time? ”

"They inhabit the core world of the land of Gendaya, the world I created, and my temple community is there."

"Very well, what kind of scenery does it look like around that temple of yours? Mountains, rivers, forests, snowy peaks, deserts, there will always be them, right? ”

"What about the scenery...... Vashak's tone flickered, "I ...... Not very clear. ”

"Well, then, what's the name of that core world in your mouth?"

"The core world, the core world...... The core world is called ...... It's called ......"

Vashak frowned and hesitated, "I'...... I couldn't even remember it for a while, maybe this spirit puppet was almost at the end of its life. ”

"Well, okay." Mu Cang rubbed his smooth chin with his slender palm, his expression noncommittal.

"You should care a lot about your concubine and son, right?"

"Well, I'm more concerned, after all, it's my closest person."

Speaking of this, Vashak's eyes were bright and nostalgic.

"Good."

Mu Cang nodded, smiled and asked:

"So, what are the names of those divine concubines of yours, just say one, and those divine sons of yours...... What is your name? ”

"Oh, my princesses...... They...... They ......"

Vashak was suddenly stunned, his eyes were dazed, and he looked at Mu Cang with a vacant expression.

"Your gods, as offspring, you should remember the name, right?"

"I ...... I...... I suddenly couldn't remember. Vashak looked at Mu Cang and replied in a daze.

"Since your name is Vashak, and there is no such thing as a surname, then your father's and mother's names...... You should always remember, right? ”

"I ...... I ......"

Vashak shook his head slowly, not saying a word, but the blankness in his eyes deepened.

"Ugh."

Mu Cang walked to his side with his hands behind his back and sighed, "Then when facing the attack of that otherworldly evil god, do you still remember yourself and your relatives and friends...... Did you say anything of encouragement or goodbye? ”

"I ......"

Vashak slowly lowered his head at some point, "I...... Some don't quite remember. ”

"Do you, then, really remember the decorations and sights of your temple dwellings? Do you really remember the faces of your parents, concubines, mentors, and subordinates? ”

Looking at the gray mist floating around, Mu Cang's tone was calm.

“…… It seems like...... I seem to ......"

Vashak looked up and muttered, "I've always been ...... I am only familiar with this temple, my parents, my concubine, my son, and my temple...... Memories are very model. ”

"yes, of course you're a lover, because you never remember." Mu Cang said softly.

The next moment, he suddenly turned around and stared at Vashak's eyes, and said slowly:

"Vashak, you've been in this empty and boring hall, you've been waiting."

Mu Cang pointed to Mycenil, who was still receiving the witchcraft inheritance in a deep sleep, "Waiting for his arrival." ”

"You don't have a last name."

"You don't have a concubine or a son."

Vashak's body went limp, and he took two steps back: "How can it be...... I...... I'm ...... God of Evil Arts! I am the Three Ancient Myths of Gendaya! ”

Mu Cang's tone was low: "Yes, poor god of evil arts, sad ancient mythology, you don't have parents and siblings either. ”

"You don't have a family and a family, you don't have ...... Even if it's a little smaller, it's a real memory that belongs to you. ”

"You haven't even walked out of the door of this hall since you were born, you haven't drunk any good wine, you haven't experienced a full life."

"By the way, do you know wine?"

"I ...... I...... I do not know. ”

Vashak's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes staring vacantly into the depths of the distant hall.

Mu Cang approached him and said in a deep voice, "You have been here, waiting for Mycenil. ”

"You say you are a disciple of the founding God of Gendaya, but you don't know his name, you don't know the name of your teacher.

You say that you have a lot of concubines and gods, but you also don't know their names or their appearances.

Hehe, you don't know anything about Vasak.

You are like an interrogation machine, you can say whatever others ask, do you really have your own thinking?

Is your existence real or false? No, it should be said...... Do you really exist? Did you really exist? ”

"I, I never existed?!" Vashak looked at Mu Cang with a cold face, "Then I'm ...... now What? ”

"Huh." Mu Cang snorted, "With your wisdom, you should be able to realize that all of this is full of problems."

You doubt, you doubt, you are frightened, but in an endless state of confusion you don't know what you should be suspicious, what you should be suspicious, what you should be afraid of. ”

"I'll tell you the answer."

Mu Cang said softly, "You, you are just a silhouette of the lake in Mycenil's memories, you know what he knows, and you will never know what he doesn't know."

You don't exist at all. ”

As soon as these words came out, Vashak's wooden body trembled violently.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I ...... I...... is vain...... It never existed. ”

Buzz –

Vashak's puppet body suddenly became a lake,

Together with the surrounding scenes, they are also upside down and confused, and they fall into collapse in an instant.

In this kind of collapse and confusion, Mu Cang faintly saw the endless vast void outside this secret realm, and it also became bright and dark, and it became distant and illusory.

And in this terrible mutation, the deepest wisp of false spirituality inside the body of Vashak's wooden puppet suddenly trembled, as if it was about to burst out of something, as if it was about to transform into something.

"Under extreme stimulation, the cognitive framework will be shaken and will collapse."

"In this way, false ......"

Mu Cang stared at Vashak tightly, "Will the leopard become real?" ”

He did all this, except for a whim to test the limits of illusory life in the world of Memory.

On the other hand, it is to see if false spirituality can burst out with a trace of truth in the midst of extreme thinking and self-doubt.

"Jump, show me."

But just as Mu Cang's heart was flooded with anticipation, Vashak instantly shattered and exploded in front of his eyes, along with the divine soul inside him, and even the wisp of false spirituality that trembled madly in the depths of the divine soul, also disappeared into invisibility at the same moment.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall, along with Mycenil, who was sitting and sleeping, as well as the young son of the divine beast in the secret land, and even the vast and distant void around it, also fell into a complete collapse in the same instant.

"Fail, or not."

Just as this wave of collapse swept across the entire Memory World, Mu Cang, who had a calm face, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

In an instant, all collapse and destruction were gone in an instant.

Chaos returns to order, and brokenness returns to wholeness.

Everything is back to the moment when Vashak taught the Holy Book of Lazarus to Mycenil.

"I will now pass on to you the supreme sorcery of the land of Gendaya."

Vashak pointed to the center of Mycenil's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the latter sat down on the ground in a trance, and began to accept the inheritance.

This time, Mu Cang just watched the 'plot' quietly and did not intervene again.

After a long time.

Mycenil, who had absorbed all the information of the inheritance, slowly opened his eyes and stood up straight from the dilapidated potholes.

After receiving the Witchcraft Inheritance, his Witchcraft Realm and Incident Spell Core have not changed in the slightest, and he is still between the beginning and middle stages of the Morning Star.

However, the majestic magic power raging in his body, as well as his soul and the essence of life, have all undergone explosive transformations and leaps.

What's more, all kinds of ancient sorcery, which may be extremely powerful, or treacherous, or supernatural, suddenly appeared in his body and soul.

Among them, there is the witchcraft that distorts time and space, the witchcraft that transforms one's own magic power into a vicious and corrosive force, the witchcraft that divides the nine dragon heads into millions of snake heads, the witchcraft that controls the natural scenes of water, fire, ice and thunder, the witchcraft that resurrects the dead an unlimited number of times, the witchcraft that summons all natural disasters and misfortunes, the witchcraft that wantonly splits and regenerates one's own soul, the witchcraft that perceives the causal lines of all things, the witchcraft that interferes with the fate of all beings, the witchcraft that imbues the red dust and all souls and plunders the vitality of the soul, and even the witchcraft that devours the consciousness of the world and replaces it......

And so on and so forth.

Finally, there are three king-level witchcraft that combine the above types of witchcraft and build a stack through a series of complex processes, also known as the Witch King Ritual.

That is, the pool of Lazarus, which can forcibly share (plunder) the soul power of all beings, the eye of Atropus that can observe all others that are connected to the cause and effect of one's own body, and the blade of Sisyphus, which unites the malicious killing thoughts of billions of living beings.

In the same way, when Mycenaer acquired these witchcraft and rituals, Mu Cang also acquired these skills.

Without the slightest error.

"Life is short, but knowledge is eternal."

Vashak looked at Mycenil and said tiredly, "From now on, you are the witness of the Gendayan people's existence in the world, and you will also be the ancestor of the Gendayan nation in the new era." ”

"I see." Mycenaer nodded slowly.

"Ahh

Vashak looked up, the light in his glassy eyeballs fading.

But it seems that I have seen further.

It was as if he had seen beyond the secret realm, and he had seen the vast black void.

A little light flickered in his eyes.

"I'd love to go to the farther Void to have a look."

"Unfortunately, there is no time."

The words stopped, and the light in his eyes completely faded.

The puppet supported by Vashak's remnant soul also suddenly disintegrated into countless pieces with the sound of Kaka, shattering into nothingness.

Then, the surrounding dark and boundless ancient hall was also scattered like a dream bubble in a flash.

Mycenil, enveloped in a hazy white light, reappeared in the depths of the art gallery in the heart of the mystery.

But perhaps because of Vashak's death, the entire secret realm quickly came to an end.

Boom Boom Boom!

Earthquakes struck in all directions.

Cities are collapsing, deserts are sinking, and the heavens and the earth are churning.

In a short period of time, the entire secret realm became unrecognizable.

"Damn, why did the secret realm suddenly collapse, let's hurry up!"

After scolding a few angry words, Rex and his party, who had already left the city, immediately sped up their pace and hurried towards the edge of the secret realm farther away.

Bang bang bang!

Boom Boom!

The stratum support structure of the secret realm completely collapsed, and it suddenly collapsed downward from the middle part.

The surrounding sea of sand swept through, completely submerging the remaining remnants of the city.

The hazy wall of fog that enveloped this secret realm also quickly disappeared.

Not long after Mycenel hurried all the way out of the secret realm, the body of the secret realm behind him, which was as huge as a continuous mountain, also collapsed in the bright light, and instantly turned into nothingness.

The young son of the mythical beast has a large plain on its back.

Rex frowned and walked over to Mycenil, who was a little embarrassed, and wondered, "Why can't we find you in the whole city, where are you?" I thought you had to die in this secret realm. ”

"Ahh

Mycenel patted the dust off his body and sighed, "I was trapped in a broken ritual in the art museum in the center of the city, until the secret realm inexplicably collapsed, causing the ritual to fail." ”

"Ritual?" Rex's eyes lit up, "Did you find anything there?" ”

Mycenaer shook his head in disappointment: "Nothing, nothing. ”

"Well, we've only found some ancient witchcraft texts near the center of the city, and they're not of much value."

Rex grinned, looked over Mycenil's shoulder, looked at the ruins of the secret realm behind him that were gradually quieting, and said leisurely, "But the shattering of the secret realm is also beneficial. ”

With that, raise your arms and spread your fingers.

Stop!

From the palm of his hand, a blood-colored refinement erupted, like a bloody snake in the sky, and suddenly flew through a large distance, flying into the center of the ruins of the secret realm.

From it, he reluctantly pulled out a brilliant spar that was half virtual and half solid.

Mu Cang, who was watching quietly, immediately had a twinkle in his eyes: "It turned out to be an illusory spar!" ”