Ressadin didn't have many means.

Even if there were, for an existence that could penetrate directly into the depths of the Aetheric Sea with a single calamity, those means would be just garbage that would be difficult to get onto such a stage.

Ressadin and his friends have single-handedly cultivated the "Mass Self" timeline, which was the strongest calamity in the past, and even so, it took a lot of complicated preparations to move in the Aetheric Sea.

And Wan Yi just came in, it was as easy as going to a swimming pool near his home.

Of course, he was damaged, and it was not impossible for so many doppelgangers to be consumed.

It's just that for "Wan Yi", it really doesn't matter.

In the face of Wan Yi, an existence full of unknowns and beyond common sense, Resardin seemed to be looking directly at the existence that sank to the bottom of the Aetheric Sea.

Chaos and disorder from the Void of Chaos.

It's just that that being was born out of chaos and died in order and concept, and Wan Yi, born in order and concept, is moving all the way towards the essence of chaos.

He didn't know it, but he had been unintentionally slowing down his progress and allowing himself to stay in the realm of order for a moment longer.

Ressadin was the first to come into contact with Wan Yi's existence, but he never attacked Wan Yi earlier, because he was afraid of it.

That power makes it impossible for Wan Yi to truly die at any time period, and any blow will accelerate Wan Yi's sublimation in an unknowable direction, irreversible.

Torment of the Third Institute.

The embarrassment of the first calamity.

Interact with the scores.

A different calamity greeted each other.

The self is divided in different forms, but it is all the same.

And finally, during this time, Ressadin accelerated the shattering of the world and forced Wan Ye.

Human beings have such a simple and straightforward word to call such a mysterious, unknown, incomprehensible, uncertain, and powerful existence that cannot be understood and accurately described——

God.

Even for the strong with extreme disparities in strength, people will not hesitate to call them "gods".

But the savagery and primitiveness of the human heart have always left an unknown dark corner to the incomprehensible "god" that can not be easily summarized as "powerful".

It can be said that he is a "god" beyond the imagination and concept of human beings.

It's just that the "god fetus" in front of him, even if he is slightly conscious, still does not have a glimpse of his essence.

But it is also ready to be released, and the "life" in the chrysalis begins to agitate, and it is about to "transform".

It's where it all began.

There's only one thing Ressadin can rely on, and that's the Aether Sea beneath him.

Bang!

On the surface of the Aetheric Sea, the waves that were originally slow and rhythmic suddenly began to become turbulent, there was no flow of air, naturally there was no wind, and the Aetheric Sea only existed as an illusion that embraced all things.

Then, it turned into spiral pillars of light that went straight to the sea and sky.

The continuous waves rose high and covered Wan Yi's figure.

Wan Yi just grinned, then raised his hand.

Bang!

The sea overshadowed it.

Bang!

Then it exploded, and under the splash of water, countless Wan Yi figures showed their posture and rushed towards the surroundings one after another.

Wan Yi opened his hands in a performance, then slowly withdrew his hands, covered his face with both hands, bowed his head and bent over, his body curled up slightly, but soon raised his head again, his body fell back sharply, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!" Laughter began to echo.

It's just mixed with all the noisy sounds of Wan Yi, but it doesn't seem to have any sense of existence.

There are some things that exist all the time, but I don't realize that there is no difference between them and not existing.

It's like some remote and inconspicuous talent.

His fate with the Aether Sea has long been established, but because it is only a glimpse of it, he can rarely accept the feeling so intimately as he does now.

The shattered worlds are endless, and the Aether Sea fills the entire world.

And "Wan Yi" is filling the etheric sea.

Wan Yi's ether is growing.

The anomalies on the stage, the high performance of the clones, and the chaotic Wanyi network can be raised at any time, and the supreme power is at your fingertips.

The "shadow of the self" also cannot explain the over-spec.

A form of existence that is also unattainable by the "self".

The real writer who was found in the theater.

I see.

A nascent chaotic consciousness wandering in the conceptual world of order and chaos needs a relative order existence that can carry itself into a tangible form.

As the most powerful calamity that year and the closest to the core of the Aether Sea, and even the 'Initial Aether' that mastered the source of the Aether Sea, it was very suitable. It's just that the "self" has gone so far that it has been mixed with too many external modifications, and it is already a "finished product", and the personality reversal in the later stage has lowered the fit.

The next suitable bearer is the "shadow of the self".

At the time of the failure and death of the "self", the lost thing that stood up in the shadow of the theater was blank, the purest of all, and deeply attracted the chaotic consciousness.

But the "shadow" is a broken thing, a suitable template, but not a truly perfect container.

In the world of order and concept, there is a need for a true expressor, an executor, to carry the vessel and the consciousness.

Among all the fragments of "people", the one with the highest degree of adaptability is selected.

The sprout, thus being reborn, staggered out of the placenta of the corpse, and stood up ignorantly.

Wan Yi stood on the periphery of the Golden Circle, looking at the towering city wall in front of him, hazy and confused, and then walked towards the gate of the Golden Circle with the flow of people.

The alarm of the detector sounded -

……

The things in the womb of an alien god, the newborn fetus conceived in death, the shadow left in the theater by the "self", a mediocre and special "traverser".

It constitutes the "Wan Yi" standing here now.

His power is similar to and different from this world.

Aether, deep aether, the original ether, derived from the "non-logical", "non-logical" and "non-logical" re-derived thousands of energies.

Neither.

If it is really to be described, the power of Wan Yi at this time should be more complete and closer to the original ether of "God". Or rather, call it: the ultimate ether.

He could.

Single-handedly, engulf the whole world!

In Resardine's cloudy and shocked eyes, Wan Yi's number became more and more, from the beginning he could only barely block the Aether Sea, to the beginning of the reverse pouring of the Aether Sea, to the beginning of encroaching on the Aether Sea.

Wan Yi's rate of proliferation is getting faster and faster, and the final aether in the body is constantly expanding, shrinking, and expanding again, and finally achieving a continuous increase in general.

Originally, the ether will be burned against the ether sea, but as a remnant of the past, how can it be against the true god deity who has begun to break free from the chrysalis shell?

On Wan Yi's body, the color of golden red began to rise, his pupils shone with golden glow, and his iris turned into a bright red.

Letting go of the hands covering his face, Wan Yi embraced the world again.

The pure red of the original aether had been squeezed by the dense figures.

Time had become meaningless, and it didn't matter how long it had passed, the aetheric sea in front of Ressadine's eyes was disappearing, being replaced with something else.

The threads on his body that connected to the Aether Sea tightened one by one, and then snapped.

Suspended in the air, he suddenly fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But he still moved desperately, turned his face sideways, and looked at the aetheric sea engulfed by the sea of people.

He wants to see with his own eyes the end of his failure.

……

His sluggish face slowly straightened up, looking at the pale red sky, and Resardine felt his own silence in the noisy voices of people that were more noisy than the tide of the Aetheric Sea.

Suddenly, Wan Yi's face appeared from his field of vision, blocking his view to the sky: "Good fight." ”

"Are you making fun of me?" Resardine's breath was faint.

"Even if it's a one-man show that belongs to me, your performance as an audience can be justified, at least you have an eye." Wan Yi smiled proudly.

"Audience......" Resardin couldn't help but wink, "I've been busy for this stage so far, and in the end I can only be an audience?" ”

"I want to be a spectator too, but you are the ones who carried me to this stage." Wan Yi smiled and said lightly.

"Heh, the choice of the protagonist of the script is often based on the fit. And you are the most suitable one. Ressadin gloated a little.

"So we're done with the answers, how do you feel about your score?"

"Fail......" Resardin was almost muttering to himself, but finally, he raised his eyeballs slightly and looked at Wan Yi: "What about you?" ”

Hearing this, Wan Yi grinned, showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled heartily: "Of course I have a perfect score, because I am also the one who marked the papers." ”

"That's ......"

Ressadin closed his eyes: "Then let's go and reveal." ”

After speaking, he tilted his head, and his whole body collapsed and completely dissipated.

Wan Yi was silent for a moment, only to feel that the voice in his head had reached an unprecedented scale, noisy, but he was still calm and calm, strolling along the avenue of streamers that had turned into gold.

The sea of Wan Yi people under the streamer is still noisy, and this is really a fox Wan Yi can't finish eating.

Wan Yi ignored all kinds of voices and walked all the way.

Finally, we came to the end of the streamer.

The quaint theater sits quietly in front of him, waiting for his arrival.

Tomorrow the ending.

(End of chapter)