The sea of stars without thoughts, the land of final illusions.

The silver-white light flashed, and Yan Xing appeared out of thin air, stepped out, and came to the nine-colored flower.

"Yes, yes, as I expected, the world is in chaos here, and wars are raging everywhere, whether it is the gods and demons who inspect the heavens and the earth, or the true immortals who secretly control everything, or the endless sentient beings, their emotions are all in a state of excitement."

"Seven emotions and six desires, extremely condensed at this moment, this is the most conducive environment for the growth of the Tree of Final Illusion, but unfortunately, it still fails to bear fruit."

Yan Xing looked around, and the ninety-nine Trees of Final Illusion carved like crystals were still the same as they had seen at the beginning, with no hanging fruits, and all the essence of consciousness that they had worked so hard to absorb were intercepted by the robber of the Nine Colored Flowers.

"Xiao Jiu, I came to see it again, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you think I don't have it?"

As Yan Xing spoke, he slowly bent down, stuffed his face into the flower plate, and took a breath, visible to the naked eye, endless colorful consciousness brilliance, like two bright stars, winding and circling, pouring into his nostrils, and submerging into the nine-colored vortex in the depths of his mind.

"Whew~ cool!

」

Yan Xing's eyes narrowed in comfort, like an addict, and he only felt fluttering, swaying, and a little unsteady.

At this moment, he sucked up the essence of consciousness accumulated by the nine-colored flower, and if he wanted to talk about robbers, he was the biggest robber leader.

It can be seen with the naked eye that with the improvement of the power of consciousness, the ruptured body surface begins to heal, and there is one more origin world that can be controlled.

What a terrifying ascension speed, it was comparable to the operation of the [Four-Dimensional Balance] for a year, which was equivalent to hundreds of years of normal penance.

After a moment, Yan Xing broke away from the feeling of ecstasy, his eyes returned to clarity, and he looked down at the nine-colored flower and the strange scene of its flower center sometimes merging and merging, and muttered in a low voice:

"Little Nine Baby, what is your origin?"

The doppelganger Yan Xing planted the nine-colored flower here, and he didn't leave much information, not that he didn't want to, but he didn't know.

"Perhaps, when I light up all the nine colors in my consciousness, I will know the answer."

Yan Xing looked into the depths of his mind, and the nine-colored vortex of consciousness slowly turned, and the shape of the nine-colored flower was almost like a replica, the only difference was that only five of the colors were shiny, and the remaining four were dull.

He's already going to be very fast.

The first time I came here, after the nine-color vortex was formed, only three of the colors were lit up, and if this improvement speed was maintained, in Yan Xing's opinion, that day was not far off.

"Xiao Jiu, while the nutrients are sufficient right now, you have to work hard, and we'll see you next time."

Yan Xing smiled and stretched out his hand, patted the nine-colored flower, and before the words landed, the figure had disappeared.

……

"I need the traces of time!"

Time Grave, Yan Xing's figure appeared out of thin air, suppressed the talent of the time traveler, shook in a distorted timeline, and then disappeared again.

……

Time Management Division, in the majestic hall, the atmosphere is slightly depressing at the moment.

"Presumptuous!"

"Who gave you the right? Dare to come and manage Si Saye!"

Ziyun, Qiu Shiliang, Xingluo, and more than a dozen "Time Monitors" gathered together and looked coldly at several white-robed men in the hall, their faces full of anger.

The comer is not good, Yan Xing, the supreme director of the Time Management Department, has been missing for several years, and the top level of the alliance finally took action.

"Hehe, everyone, you can't talk nonsense, how can you call it wild? We have come with a document from the High Council to take your place as Supreme Secretary."

These white-robed men seem to be young, but they are actually gods and demons, and they are old monsters who don't know how many years they have lived.

What scene haven't you seen?

Dealing with a swarm of headless flies is not yet hand-to-hand, the reason why the previous Time Management Division was intimidating was because of the existence of the monster Yan Xing, and now there is no backbone, and what remains is just a plate of loose sand.

"Yan Xing, Director Yan's deeds are indeed admirable and admirable, but the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the same is true for the Management Division!"

"Accept the reality, your Director Yan has fallen deep in the ruins of creation."

With that, the man raised his hand and unfolded the appointing instrument, which was golden and majestic, and at the end of the text was the emblem of the Supreme Council.

The document is true, in the high-dimensional time and space, no one dares to fake the order of the Supreme Council, which shows that some people at the top of the alliance can't sit still and want to swallow the fat of the Time Management Division.

Thinking of this, Ziyun's eyes flashed with anxiety, against the appointment clerk, that is, against the entire alliance, he couldn't do anything, he could only hope that Yan Xing would come back soon.

From the bottom of my heart, everyone present did not think that Yan Xing would die in the process of creation.

"Bastard, dare to curse my lord, kill—"

Outside the hall, there was a sudden roar of filial piety, and a group of Tai'er people with dark purple skin and purple mist around their bodies rushed in with sharp blades in their hands, regardless of the difference in strength, they jumped high and killed the white-robed man.

"Hmph, where did the barbarians come from?"

The white-robed man looked cold, and was polite to Ziyun and the others, that was because they were all regular members of the Time Management Division, and they were also high-level, so they had to get along well in the future.

What are these purple-skinned and ugly monsters? Dare to bare your teeth at him and look for death!

Without looking back, he slapped out his backhand, and the power of the gods and demons surged, breaking the sharp blades in the hands of a group of Tai'er people, spitting blood from their mouths, and flying upside down to the outside of the hall at a faster speed.

"Stop!"

"Don't hurt people in the management department!"

Ziyun's expression changed slightly, and he stepped out with everyone beside him, surrounding several white-robed men, cutting off their chance to continue to kill them.

The ruins of creation were broken, and the nine cross-border gates also fell to the earth, and when they came out after nine deaths, they were taken away and interrogated by the alliance army one by one.

Ziyun and Qiu Shiliang were originally included in the Hell Dimension by Yan Xing, but because the danger of the cross-border gate was much smaller than that of the ruins, they also entered the Nine Gates along with those Tai'er people.

When the Tai'er people came out, they didn't see Yan Xing, and they were at a loss, so they followed Ziyun back to the management department to wait. I just heard that someone cursed their father for falling, how can they bear it? That's when he shot out in a rage.

"Hehe, okay, give you face, and spare these ants."

The white-robed man smiled, and glanced at Xingluo with some fear, he didn't dare to mess with this woman's father, so he gave up the plan to force his hand, took a step, stuffed the appointment document into Ziyun's hand, and said in a low voice:

"I know that you are a little uncomfortable, but this is the decision from above, give you three days, I hope that the next time I come to the door, I can hear from you that I am called 'Boss'!"

"Hahaha!

」

After that, several people looked up to the sky and laughed and went out, and when they left, they also glanced coldly at the Tai'er people who collapsed to the ground, seriously injured and unable to move.

"Damn!"

Ziyun's expression was ugly, and he clenched the paperwork in his hand so hard that his teeth were almost crushed.

"Brother Ziyun, don't worry, hum! I'll go to my father and ask him to do justice for us!"

Starfall had a cold little face, her skirt fluttering, and her divine light flickering, leaving the high-dimensional time and space.

Hey, presiding over justice is easier said than done, the decision of the Supreme Council obviously involves more than one True Immortal Giant, and I'm afraid even the Emperor of the Galaxy can't intervene.

They were not in charge of the situation, the head of the first division disappeared inexplicably, life and death are unknown, and the alliance sent a new leader, which is in line with the rules. It's just that it's so hurried and affectionate, which gives people the feeling that some people are ruthless.

"Yan Xing, are you really not coming back?"

Where no one was looking, the Mastermind silently watched everything that happened in the main hall, and for years, it searched all the dimensions that could reach, and found not the slightest trace of Yan Xing.

It was as if he had evaporated out of thin air, as if he had really died in the ruins.

"I can't believe that a smart guy like you can die so easily, don't you have the ability to be immune to attacks? Can't even you compete with the things in that ruins?"

The mastermind fell silent, with his understanding of Yan Xing, if he knew that he was bullied and his subordinates were injured, he would definitely not give up.

But after waiting and waiting, that figure did not appear after all.

"Drip—"

"Daily information summary, space-time turbulence observation point, buoy number Dti45346, start data transmission ......"

"Huh!?"

It was originally a daily summary of information, and as an extradimensional brain, this kind of thing had to be processed trillions of times every moment, but this time, the main brain noticed an extraordinary fragment of data.

Among the data transmitted by the buoy is a picture captured in the turbulence of time and space, and there is a mass of drifting objects that are approaching real time and space. It seemed to be an ancient humanoid machine, extremely large, and on top of the clenched fist, there seemed to be an indistinct figure sitting cross-legged......

"He's!?"

The main brain boy Kong was shocked, and he didn't have time to think, and the next moment, his mind had already taken over the buoy Dti45346 across dimensions, and its perception converged towards that figure.

"Ahem, Mastermind, is that you?"

"It's been 180 million years, I, I've finally drifted back......