The majestic memory message is like a raging river that has been deposited for countless thousands of years, and once the dam is discharged, it instantly swept away all the thinking and cognition of Mycenae.

In the midst of this torrent of information, he felt as if time had been completely confused.

The magnificent "future" that had not yet arrived swooped in from the "distant" unknown land, enveloping it tightly and drowning it.

With a "strange" future that comes with a wild attack, Myceniel rides the young wine mountain whale that has been controlled by the witchcraft array, and gallops endlessly through the bizarre tributaries of the vine sea.

It is said to be galloping, but in this river of colorful light, which seems to be much wider than the entire Anzel world, he is more of a drifter.

There is no room for resistance to go with the flow.

As this great river of the universe continues to cross the unreal and the real, it continues to break through the dimensions and time and space.

In this endless leap and breakthrough, there are endless sparkling lights rolling and sweeping in every moment of the vast and endless sea tributaries, turning Mycenae and the wine mountain whale into both huge and infinitely small.

Big and small, clear and ambiguous.

It was an experience that almost destroyed the soul, an experience that completely exceeded Mycenaean's tolerance limit.

As a result, his perception and consciousness fell into a terrible collapse and shattering.

This kind of perception shatters and makes Mycenil's endless memories floating in the sea of vines absurd and chaotic.

In the endless wandering, he had vaguely seen other wine mountain whales, other wine mountain whales that were larger and older, more than one, wandering around the river area where he was from somewhere.

These behemoths may have roamed from other distant void regions through other tributaries of the Vine Sea, or they may have inadvertently broken through the barrier between the two realms from other vast evil worlds.

Mycenil, who was almost overwhelmed by the boundless chaos of all thought and consciousness, was completely unable to discern all of this.

He only knew that time seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that he had spent thousands of paragraphs of his life in such a daze and emptiness, and even the bits and pieces with Beverly were torn apart and swallowed up.

Even the deep-seated hatred for the day of the sea of blood was almost forgotten.

Time seemed to have passed for a moment.

So short that I didn't forget anything.

In the blink of an eye, everything and everything stumbled into front of me.

"Where am I? Who am I?"

Myceniel, like a man of broken glass, lay blankly on the vast back of the wine mountain whale.

He looked at the mixed colors above him, and said in a dumb voice, "I am...... Myceniel, I'm in the tributaries of the Man-Sea, Beverly......"

"Where's Beverly?!" Myceniel scrambled to his feet and looked around anxiously, but he only saw the vast dark earth, which was the back of the wine mountain whale.

"Beverly...... Who is it?" He suddenly shook his head frantically, "I can't remember, I can't remember, I can't remember!"

"The Day of the Sea of Blood!" Mycenil's head was suddenly nervous, and his translucent face covered with dozens of cracks was extremely hideous, "I'm going to kill you!" I want revenge!"

Suddenly!

Rumble!

A majestic force from an unknown direction accurately hit another mature wine mountain whale that was tens of thousands of miles away from this area.

Boom Boom!

In an instant, a tsunami of energy surged, rolling up a wave of shimmering light that covered and swept the surrounding vast sea of light, blasting the interior of this tributary of the sea into a huge hole like stars.

The huge wine mountain whale that was attacked immediately "leaked" out of the hollow.

During this time, Mycenaeil was stunned to see that there was boundless darkness outside the hollow, and only a thousand-meter-high crystal giant stood quietly.

From its body, he smelled an aura of terror that seemed to be many times deeper and larger than the entire world of Ansel.

This attack force is also so powerful

, so that far away from a large section of the Guanghe area, he can fly the juvenile Jiushan whale that he stands firmly for many miles.

In the midst of the severe damage to the whale's body and the spurting of blood, Mycenaer was forced to move away from the scattered whales, and tumbled and flew towards another tributary where he was nowhere.

After that, the flow of time became faster and faster.

The badly injured and dying juvenile wine mountain whale had been separated from him and was missing.

Mycenil, on the other hand, was suddenly thrown by the waves of the sea of vines to a blue spherical continent in the vast evil world.

A narrow continent just over 10,000 kilometers in diameter.

It fell from heaven and fell to the earth.

Concentrate on the soul and take it back to life.

Although surviving, the aether here is so depressed, almost nothing, that Mycenil, after lifting the "Zero Movement" and returning it to its normal state, and launching the "Swamp Anometry", was still forced to sleep for centuries by the external inferior environment.

When he woke up, he had been severely affected by the canon, and his temperament had changed drastically.

At the same time, the strength has also fallen to the bottom, not even a wizard apprentice.

But Mycenae was not afraid of this.

Since you are at the bottom, no matter how you go, it is up.

On the relatively ancient continent of Europa, Mycenil, who had a demonic heart, officially began his life journey as the king of wizards.

Hidden behind the world, countless arrangements are made.

Just to find his original strength, and even go further, set foot in the bright moon, step on the bright sun.

Finally one day......

With the emergence of the "future", the scene around Mycenaer is also changing wildly.

In the snow-covered castle of Pipano, fatefully, he opened the Eye of Atropos and looked into the distance.

looked at the distant land where Monroe Holmes, the descendant of his soul and blood, had died.

"...... here"

Mycenaer looked at the dark bunker around him, and a strong sense of disobedience and déjà vu swept over him.

He could clearly predict what was going to happen.

He will urge spiritual perception to cross half a planet to the depths of the ocean, far away.

Then he wants to spy on the unknown being who killed Monroe Holmes.

As a result, failed.

The spiritual tentacles were severed.

Then, he escaped from the real world in the witchcraft castle and hid in the depths of the spirit world.

At the same time, it links the entire Europa billions of beings, forcibly shares their life force and soul power, and then erodes the regional astral "will" of this continent.

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Like Sadako, he emerged from his void vision of sorcery, looking down at him with a condescending expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, but you're dead, and you're only here because I need to find something valuable in your memory.

Now that I've read it all, there's no need for you to continue to exist."

"You...... You...... What do you mean?!"

Mycenaer looked at each other tremblingly, and had a premonition of extreme horror in his heart.

An unbelievably terrible premonition.

"Don't understand? Then I'll say it again."

With a gentle smile, Mu Cang looked at Mycenaeol's pale face and whispered, "In fact, everything you feel, all your love and all your hate, all your hesitation and all your expectations, these hundreds of years of growth and hundreds of years of experience, everything is fake.

Your seemingly colorful and magnificent life is nothing more than a false world that I have carefully crafted based on your memories that have long since passed."

"Uh... Uh..."

Mycenaer trembled, his face crawling with extreme despair, "I... I... Yes..."

Mu Cang's smile became more and more gentle: "There is no "me", and even you don't have the concept of "me".

For thy body and thy soul are long gone, and there is nothing left.

You were completely dead a long time ago, a long, long time ago.

Even your current perception and current self-perception are fake, just "fakes" that I simulated and deduced with your memories.

You, Myceniel, never, at all, never existed."

"Whew—"

After hearing this, Mycenaer seemed to let out his last breath, and laughed weakly, "Hahaha, I don't exist, and Beverly doesn't exist, my love and hate...... It never existed.

Hahahaha, I turned out to be just a deceased man named Mycenel...... Recall.

I'm just a memory! Everything is fake......

With endless despair in his eyes, his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a glow that was constantly scattering and scattering, and disappeared in an instant.

And this side of the world of memory also condensed at the same time, endlessly shrinking, until it became a small dot of light that seemed to be virtual and real.

Just place this little dot in the pit on the back of the wine mountain whale, and you can quickly shuttle to the world of Anzel in the fantasy realm.

Wow –

Mu Cang reappeared in the boundless universe of wisdom.

After reading through Mycenaeol's life and trying to simulate a complete world composed of pure information, he used all kinds of important information seeped out of this world of memory, including the various studies he had been studying the "shuttling power" of the wine mountain whale, and the ability of "Lost Light and Shadow" to summon the tributaries of the vine sea, and deduced a real method of penetration.

This method was named "Bridge of Longing" by Mu Cang.

The principle of this method is very strange, and it is very different from the exercises and techniques of the various essences of the real universe that operate with basic forces.

It needs to use the principle of Jiushan whale to explore, find, locate, and shuttle many secret realms and worlds in the vast sea of hearts to simulate and condense an illusory groove.

After that, I felt the "longing" of this groove for the secret realms and even the world in the fantasy domain.

Imagine and condense this "longing" into a bridge with no other end in sight.

The groove is the foundation of the bridge, and the bridge is the embodiment of the yearning for the other world in the depths of one's body and soul.

After the method is operated, you can follow this bridge and use the memories recorded in the groove as the "coordinates", and at the same time consume the illusory spar to summon the tributaries of the vine sea to leave reality and fall into the spirit world, and use the power of the vine sea to travel through time and space, all the way to the secret realm or world corresponding to the coordinates.

In addition to the Boundary Piercing Method, Mu Cang also used the many wizard achievement methods that appeared in the Memories Scene, as well as the many "Faith Aggregation Methods", especially the many methods passed down to Mycenil by the god of evil arts, as food, and deduced and created a set of methods suitable for practicing in the fantasy realm and constantly advancing-"Mori Zhitian".

In her previous life, she was a goddess who straddled Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, as well as East Asia, Central Asia, South Asia, and Southeast Asia.

But Mu Cang's name has another meaning.

In even older legends, this goddess seems to be closely related to the hatred of thousands of beings.

In a sense, it can be seen as a god of hatred by all beings.

And the fantasy domain exercise created by Mu Cang is related to hatred.

In the Anzer World, and in many more Fantasy Realm Worlds, many high-ranking beings rely on the beliefs of all beings as cultivation resources.

Therefore, the Bright Moon, the Bright Sun, the False Gods, and even the ancient, ancient, and primeval mythologists all wanted to create a sect, establish a one-sided country, and open up huge worlds to "load" hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and then harvest immeasurable faith to continue to progress and grow stronger.

But the Mori Zhi Heavenly Method is very different.

They do not use the beliefs of sentient beings as cultivation resources, but practice with the hatred of sentient beings.

What is hatred?

If greed is due to the desire for things, the insatiable pursuit and possessive psychological desire arises.

Hatred, then, is the mental and emotional state of resentment and anger that arises from the disgust of sentient beings for all things.

The so-called one thought of anger arises, and a million obstacles open.

All the troubles and confusions in the world will give rise to hatred.

At a certain moment, someone's disgust for something or something is hatred.

At a certain moment, someone undertakes a certain thing diligently from beginning to end, but the fatigue and irritability that are faintly born are also hatred.

Short and long anger are all anger.

Hatred is the wave of the heart, the dry and evil thoughts that explode after the heart is caught, entangled, and involved in an unhappy situation.

As long as the red dust in the great thousand is not extinguished, and the living beings in the universe are not extinguished, then the hatred will never be extinguished.

Because all those who have wisdom have "self-grasping."

All those who have "self-grasping" will also have hatred.

Hatred never breaks.

And all of these will become a source of strength for the Morichi Heavenly Dharma practitioners, helping them to grow and progress explosively, almost endlessly.

Until it becomes a ...... Karma of sentient beings.

"However, this fantasy realm formed by the imagination of endless beings in infinite three-dimensional time and space seems to be ......."

In the boundless sea of stars, Mu Cang, who was like a giant of the universe, paused his steps and muttered after devouring another starry sky, "This fantasy realm...... Can't seem to carry my existence.

In other words, I am a true four-dimensional being...... I can't enter the Fantasy Realm smoothly."

After thinking for a long time, Mu Cang smiled lightly: "Okay, just divide a wisp of divine thought and throw it into the fantasy realm, and use the hatred of those endless beings as the source to see how far it can grow."