"Good luck?" Garon smiled, "It's not just good luck."

If you can't find a way to rebuild before depletion, then all people, all mother river creatures, and the masters who directly or indirectly rely on the mother river to survive will face the danger of being cut off.

"The soul seed forms a soul ring, the soul ring produces soul power, and the cycle repeats, such a process is actually supported by the rules of the mother river, once the rules of the mother river disappear, not to mention the collapse of all soul rings, the structure of the soul seed will also collapse, and then all the soul seeds will no longer exist, that is to say, we will also be completely reduced to mortals. Garon whispered.

"Maybe that's still good. The multi-eyed hawthorn took a sip of the tea in front of him. "But with great risks come great benefits. If we can comprehend the origin process that leaked out when the mother river collapsed, then we will also have the opportunity to comprehend the core laws of time and space. ”

"So what? Even the largest rule aggregate mother river has collapsed, and it's useless for us to comprehend it. Garon shook his head.

Hawthorn smiled slowly.

"This may be said, don't forget that there are thirteen plane-time origins, and the mother river is just one of them. If we understand a little bit of the core rules, we can mix well in other places. ”

"That's a good idea. Garon was speechless.

"It's just a matter of thinking. Hawthorn shrugged his shoulders as well, and suddenly a small thing in his ear ticked.

"Alright, my time is up, and there are still a lot of things to take care of. Then I wish you a good luck. Tomorrow. ”

He stood up.

"Rest assured. Garon smiled and nodded.

Watch the hawthorn leave.

Garon dropped a piece alone, and his right hand finally checkmated his left hand.

He chuckled. Shook his head slightly.

Since his reincarnation on Earth, he has been moving forward almost non-stop. Up to now, the achievement of the Four Soul Ring Demon King belongs to the middle level of the Demon King level.

The Four Soul Rings can forcibly raise four levels again at the peak of the world's power, which is an incomparably terrifying improvement. It also represents the exaggerated and terrifying strength of the middle-level demon king.

And the high-level demon king is naturally even more powerful. The color of the soul ring is from colorless to red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple and seven-color stage, only when all soul rings are condensed into a seven-color arrangement, with a total of eight soul rings colorless plus seven colors, can it be called a high-level demon king.

And it is said that above the seven colors is the level of the true spirit. But now, Garon clearly felt that his soul ring was four. But it is extremely unstable, after all, only the first one is realized by one's own hard work, and the rest are forcibly plundered and devoured by oneself.

"In other words, I am now a middle-level demon king on the surface, but in fact, the strength explosion is estimated to be the level of the low-level demon king. Garon shook his head.

"The soul ring is not stable enough, and even the colorless level is barely obtained, not to mention the colorless level, I don't know how long it will take at this stage. He sighed, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate on his condition. Prepare for tomorrow's viewing of the Mother River True Source.

Garon's arrival did not cause any major changes, he just lived in silent seclusion, as a planet-level combat force, but without the slightest corresponding pomp and servant.

Such an attitude of completely ignoring and not participating in the first qiē was also recognized by the three major racial forces. Since he didn't participate in the struggle for interests, they naturally tacitly regarded it as not existing.

There are not a few such masters in the lighthouse, but Garon is the most powerful of them. In the near future, he will wait and see the true source of the mother river. At the same time, after the news that the messengers of all the forces were shut out, all the forces temporarily gave up their efforts to win over Garon.

Next. The eminence rises early, and the simulated sky works exactly according to the laws of nature. It was exactly seven o'clock in the morning, and he was ready for a qiē and headed towards the link area of the circular square.

Kakachur arranged for him to have a unique teleportation board, that is, a direct flying board, and the items they rode on when they came.

Garon asked Kakachuer to stay in the house, and took the flyboard to the link area by himself, and the small kiosk through Guò directly began to teleport.

Large swaths of white snowflake-like things kept dangling in front of my eyes, and this teleportation process lasted for more than ten minutes.

Finally, Garon felt his feet sink.

"It's here. ”

A deep man's voice rang in his ears.

Garon's eyes lit up.

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in a circular white hall, his position in the very center. In front of him stood a bald black man with golden stud earrings.

"I've been notified, Lord Swordmaster, your arrangements are ready, please come with me. The bald black man, dressed in a crisp white robe, whispered politely and respectfully to Garon.

"There is labor. Garon said politely.

"You're welcome, it's what we do every day. The black man grinned and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

However, Garon didn't bother to observe him at the moment, but carefully observed his surroundings.

He followed the black man out of the waypoint, pushed open a small door on the left, and walked through a long, narrow and dimly lit corridor to a small white stone pavilion.

The small pavilion seems to be half open-air, with transparent glass in half direction, through which you can see the bright starry sky outside slowly turning.

"This is the Mother River of the Supreme Hall, where there is information about the true source of the Mother River recorded by a powerful predecessor through life and death, these glasses are actually used to block the negative impact of the huge amount of information, please rest assured, there will be no interference with your perception. The black man whispered.

"After I close the door, the recording will start in about ten minutes, please be prepared, the total duration is calculated according to your own achievements, although we don't know the principle of computer system, but generally speaking, the stronger the adult, the longer the watch lasts. There were even those that lasted for three days. ”

"What time is it?" asked Garon.

"For about ten minutes, it was a general persistence. The black man patiently explained. "In addition, this handle in this room can be used to turn on the alarm, so that you can notify us in time if you encounter any dangerous situation. We will turn off the playback as soon as possible and come to the rescue at the same time. This button is required for diet. This button requires a special item, and this one requires a special person to cooperate."

He began to gush on and on about the functions of the small pavilion rooms.

Garon listened casually. But his mind faintly fell on the wall of this room, and the small white pavilion-like room was filled with a faint aura of soul power all the time.

"It's not like it's pure soul power, but it's more like a combination of spirit and soul power, and the mother river is composed of countless spirit entities liquefied. Could it be that the combination of soul power and qi will eventually become a higher-level power?"

He was secretly speculating in his mind.

"That's it, if we don't ask for anything else, we'll be deducting a million points from your account for the cost of this viewing, would you like to start watching right away?" said the black man's voice, pulling Gareon back from his feelings.

He looked around. There were tiny scratches all over the walls, and some small potholes, as if someone was scratching and banging around here. Obviously, the viewing of the true source of the mother river is likely to cause some unpredictable phenomena.

"It's time to go. He nodded, indicating that he was ready.

"Well, please wait. The black man exited the room and gently closed the door to the small pavilion room.

Bang, there was a sound of anti-locking outside, and then layers of power fluctuations and energy fluctuations came, all attached to the door.

"Are you worried that I'm going to be delirious and ruined?" Garon had heard. A large part of the people who watched the True Source would fall into a state of confusion and attack the room indiscriminately.

He walked up to the glass, looking through the transparent and cold glass, quietly looking at the endless starry sky outside. This is the Supreme Hall, and inside the lighthouse, it is unlikely that there will be direct access to the galaxy outside. The scenery that falls into this place is all simulated.

Time passed slowly, very quickly. The galaxy outside the glass gradually changed.

The dark blue, pitch-black starry sky slowly accelerated. Faster and faster. More and more urgent.

Garon only felt that his eyes were full of countless blue starlight flowing rapidly, pulling out slender trace lines.

The entire galaxy suddenly changed into a tornado funnel with a large top and a small bottom.

Hiss!!

In an instant, all the galaxies shrank down in an instant, and all of them condensed into a ball, a small silver-white button.

Inside the small button, which is only the size of a fist, is a slowly turning galaxy. It looks magnificent.

"Is it beginning?" Garon held his breath, staring at the button carefully.

Suddenly, the button rumbled, and an infinite white light exploded in an instant, and the white light was countless times brighter than the light of the nuclear bomb, and in an instant, Garon's eyes only felt a tingling pain, and he closed his eyes unconsciously with a reflex.

Laugh at!

There was a soft thud.

The white light disappears.

He quickly opened his eyes, and there was a complete change in front of him.

He was no longer standing in a small white pavilion room, but was floating in an infinite pale yellow space.

Small balls like bubbles floated up beside him, floating upwards.

He looked up and saw an endless pale yellow, and the bubbles floated up as if they would never end, getting smaller and smaller.

"Here?"

grunt

Another bubble floated around him.

In a trance, he actually saw countless stars spinning and flowing from the bubble, and in a bubble only the size of an eyeball, there was an innumerable huge scene.

He couldn't help but stick out his index finger and lightly touch the bubble.

Rumble!!!

Suddenly, a myriad, terrifyingly large amount of information frantically poured from the bubble towards his brain.

The Energetic Mark instantly went wild, a large amount of soul power was consumed, and Garon only felt like a dried sponge frantically absorbing the huge amount of information that bubbles poured in.

The information is so huge, yet so meaningless, it is simply the history of the formation of countless lucky planets, although spectacular, but it means nothing to him. Every planet has a long or short record, some billions of years, some hundreds of billions of years.

But slowly, with the crazy influx of information, Garon gradually found that something was wrong, and there was some inexplicable aura faintly mixed in these messages, as if it was the breath he had discovered before, the combination of spirit and soul power. (To be continued......)