The headache was worsening!
Ling Ping'an covered his head. He felt his eyeballs swelling.
His brain seemed to have been filled with mercury.
It was stiff, mechanical, and numb.
His body seemed to have split open.
Meow!
His pet meowed softly at his feet, as if it was afraid.
He panted softly.
"Little darling..." he comforted, "Don't be afraid!"
"Brother, I won't hurt you!"
However, his body was slowly twisting as it spasmed.
The bones on his body bulged out one by one.
His skin was swelling and gradually cracking.
It was as if something terrifying was about to be born from it.
He tried his best to control himself.
His subconscious told him that if that thing crawled out.
Something that he couldn't bear to see would probably happen.
"Get lost!" He scolded in a low voice, "Get back!"
As he scolded, the protruding bones slowly calmed down.
The cracked skin also quickly healed.
Only the headache was still intense.
His eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets.
He leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed his head.
The sound of panting echoed in the room.
However, his mind was extremely clear.
Many forgotten memories surfaced in his mind.
"Ping'an..." his mother was sitting on the stairs of her bookstore. Her long, fair legs were hanging in the gap of the stairs. She was holding a book in her hand.
His mother's face was filled with love.
The little boy immediately ran away from the television.
His natural trust in his mother made him snuggle up in the arms of this mother that he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Mom, what are you thinking about?" The little boy asked his mother.
His mother smiled.
"My Little Ping'an..."
"Mom wants to ask you, if you had the magic power like the immortals on TV, what would you do?"
The little boy blinked his eyes with an innocent face.
After thinking about it very seriously, he replied, "Mom, if I have magic power, then I will definitely destroy all the bad guys and become a hero!"
His mother smiled. Her smile was incomparably brilliant.
"Good child!" His mother stroked his head. "You're such a good child!"
"You have to remember!"
"Okay!" The little boy nodded vigorously.
… …
The headache continued to intensify.
However, the memories that flashed back became even clearer.
In the ancestral home of Qilipu, incense was burning.
Amidst the dense Joss Flames, the same symbol appeared on the God Master Tablets.
It was a crooked symbol.
They were like words carved on stone walls and metal by the ancestors.
It was like a tender leaf that had just sprouted.
The young boy saw those symbols.
He asked his parents curiously.
"Dad, Mom, what are those words?"
His mother squatted down and looked at him with a smile. "Little Pingan..."
"That's the word stupid …"
"Spring is here. Everything is coming back to life. Insects are wriggling under the newly sprouted plants …"
"Isn't it very vivid?"
The young boy nodded, not fully understanding. Then, he asked innocently, "Then why did you carve this word on those signs?"
"That's for you!" Mom smiled.
The candlelight shone on her mother's face.
Graceful, dignified, and luxurious.
She was like a queen.
… …
The light of the setting sun fell on the door of the bookstore.
The shadow of the young man dragging the suitcase was vague and indistinct.
Mom was in the car, smiling at me.
"Pingan..."
"Mom and Dad won't be by your side in the future. You have to remember to take good care of yourself!"
"Okay!" The ten-year-old boy nodded strongly. "Don't worry, I can take good care of myself!"
"I can also take good care of Auntie!"
"Okay!" The young man nodded with a smile. "Of course, Pingan can!"
"Because Pingan has been omnipotent since he was young!"
"But …"
"Pingan, do you remember what you promised me?"
"Yes!" The little boy said seriously, "I will be a gentleman!"
"Then what is a gentleman?" Dad asked.
"A benevolent person who loves others is a gentleman!"
"A poor person who cares about himself and helps the world when he is rich is a gentleman!"
Dad's smile became incomparably bright.
He hugged the little boy and kissed him hard on the forehead.
…
Ling Pingan suddenly sat up from his chair.
Headaches, spasms, twitches, and pain seemed to be far away from him.
However, there was a voice in his mind that was extremely evil.
"Found it!"
"I see!"
"I was wondering why it was sealed for so long!"
"So it's a knowledge barrier!"
His shadow reflected on the ground squirmed in the distortion.
Scarlet eyeballs struggled in the shadow, as if they wanted to drill out.
"Since I've found it!"
"Then destroy it!"
The voice said crazily.
Buzz buzz buzz.
It seemed to be the frequency of some kind of electromagnetic wave.
But Ling Pingan could understand it.
He listened to the voice.
His mother's appearance flashed in front of his eyes, and his mother's advice echoed in his ears.
"My Little Pingan …"
"Mom asks you, if you have the magic power like the immortals on TV, what will you do?"
Ling Pingan raised his head. He felt a great danger.
He laughed.
Tsk tsk tsk!
His laughter penetrated the surrounding void and set off wild waves in the world of aether.
"I promised Mom that I would be a hero and kill all the bad guys!" He said very seriously.
His father's shadow also appeared in front of him.
"Pingan, do you remember what you promised Dad?"
His eyes were clear.
He remembered.
He wanted to be a gentleman.
A gentleman who loved others.
When he was rich, he would help the world. When he was poor, he would be good to himself.
So …
"How can I allow someone to destroy my world!"
"Destroy my life?!"
"Not to mention a mere traitor!"
He stretched out his hand.
His hands were clasped together.
"How dare you destroy my life!"
"Die!" He spat out this word.
Thus, in the dark side of the world, stormy waves swept up a storm.
At this moment, countless gods felt a boundless sense of danger.
Their anchors were involuntarily swept up the waves in the hurricane.
But this was not the main battlefield.
It was just a ripple on the main battlefield, an aftershock that radiated down from a higher dimension.
…..
Above the universe.
Above the void.
In the dimension that formed the foundation of the physical universe.
An indescribable and indescribable behemoth was sleeping soundly.
He seemed to have slept for countless years and would continue to sleep for countless years.
He had experienced countless nightmares.
Countless tentacles were riddled with wounds.
This was the feedback left behind by the nightmares.
He had also experienced countless beautiful dreams. Every beautiful dream allowed him to grow a new tentacle.
These tentacles reached out to different dimensions one by one.
They formed the material foundation and basic rules of countless universes.
And his huge head was entrenched in the center of time and space that connected countless universes.
His head was covered in a thick fog.
In the fog, a palace could be vaguely seen.
It was a crazy, deformed, and terrifying palace.
Inside the palace, there used to be countless dancers, dancing an eternal, chaotic, and twisted dance of the celestial bodies.
There had also been countless musicians playing the sound of destruction of the celestial bodies there.
But now …
In this palace, there was only a fiery red liquid planet orbiting this palace.
The dancers and musicians in the palace had all left.
Because …
The owner of the palace was no longer here.
Even the fiery red liquid planet was now silent.
The ocean of liquid iron on its surface had not boiled for a long time.
Suddenly …
It was as if it had heard a signal.
It was also as if it had felt a command.
The last lonely musician awoke.
On the surface of the planet, the ocean of liquid iron began to boil. Gurgle!
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
The iron was flowing!
The high temperature turned the iron into a plasma state.
A scarlet one-eyed eye slowly rose from the ocean of liquid iron.
Then, he began to sing loudly!
It was the celestial music that had been silent for hundreds of years.
It was the exclusive music that belonged to Ghroth!
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Look, the celestial body was singing!
"Dong dong dong!"
Listen!
The universe was accompanying!
"Ka ka ka..."
There was a sound in the sleeping head.
Countless eyeballs appeared in the fog.
These eyeballs turned and looked in all directions.
The unimaginably huge head lit up at this moment.
"Ho ho ho!"
The tentacles began to twitch.
Countless eyeballs locked onto their target.
In a certain time and space, in a certain dimension.
The one-eyed man that rose high up sang loudly.
He used all his strength and all his strength to please his master.
The music of the celestial body encouraged time and space to expand.
… …
In the void.
The huge ruler of the old days crawled in front of the statue in front of him.
He muttered.
"Great ruler..."
"The invincible Curtain of the Night..."
"The Lord of All Things and the Lord of Chaos..."
"Kesaixiu Kruse!"
"Wake up! Wake up! "
"Rule! Rule! "
He was summoning his master.
The great curtain of the Night.
Awakening the consciousness of this great being and summoning his body.
The statue in front of him was trembling violently.
Obviously, he had received a response.
The great curtain of the Night was responding to his call.
Thus, the ruler of the old days hurriedly shook his body.
His clan tribe lined up from his huge long nose.
These terrifying cosmic creatures carried humans that had been washed clean and sprinkled with flowers and spices.
The great curtain of the Night needed blood and food.
Thus, the throats of those humans were cut open in fear.
Their blood flowed to the statue of God.
The curtain of the Night loved to eat humans the most.
However, every time he ate, he needed hundreds of millions of humans.
This little bit was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!
Once upon a time, the curtain of the Night was at its peak.
It was just to satisfy the appetite of the curtain of the Night.
There were at least ten outer gods that had eroded hundreds of dimensions of the universe and turned hundreds of galaxies into breeding farms.
They took turns to harvest the creatures called humans.
They thought that blood and food were the sacrifices of the curtain of the Night.
But now...
The curtain of the Night had been defeated.
The heretics had shattered the curtain of the Night.
The silver key monitored every spacetime.
Therefore, they could only steal everywhere like rats.
But...
The ruler of the old days firmly believed.
Victory would belong to them!
It was also because Hegra had fallen.
The great curtain of the Night was the only ruler!
As long as they could please him and wait for him to wake up.
All existences would be promoted!
Thus, the ruler of the old days devoutly chanted a prayer.
Calling the curtain of the Night.
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
Blood dripped on the statue.
The curtain of the Night began to respond.
The ruler of the old days was extremely happy.
He worshipped devoutly, "The great curtain of the Night..."
"You are the Lord of All Things!"
"You are the Lord of All Worlds!"
"You are destruction!"
"You are decay!"
"You are chaos!"
The void began to shake.
Aether, or dark matter, was boiling.
Countless rays of light began to gush out from the cracks.
The ruler of the old days raised his head happily.
"The great curtain of the Night!" His huge elephant trunk trembled as he raised it, wanting to look up at his ruler\'s face.
But...
What he saw was a dark, shapeless piece of meat.
The piece of meat was pressed thickly against the curve of the void.
Countless eyeballs were flashing in it.
The fog wrapped around it.
"Ao Ao Ao!"
A huge fiery red celestial body surrounded the huge piece of meat.
Gheros\'s song penetrated the barrier of the void.
The eyes of the ruler of the old days began to rot.
Rotting because he had witnessed the most noble and lofty truth. Even the ruler of the old days could not understand the existence of this supreme being.
He would also collapse because he had witnessed the rules and truth of the Myriad Worlds that his body represented and contained.
Oh Oh Oh!
The joy of the celestial bodies rippled.
On the huge elephant trunk of the former ruler, countless molds spread rapidly like gangrene attached to the bones.
Thin, wriggling little things grew out of his skin and flesh.
Because he was the ruler of the old days.
And he was the creator of the universe creatures called the Qiu Qiu people.
Therefore, this powerful ruler of the old days did not immediately collapse after seeing the true body of the great supreme being like ordinary mortals or gods, and walk towards the final destruction.
On the contrary, he could hold on for a period of time.
But...
That made him face the most terrifying nightmare.
In his mind, countless things that even the ruler of the old days felt his hair stand on end appeared.
"Insects!"
"How dare you betray me?!"
The great ruler asked angrily.
In this questioning voice, the body of the ruler of the old days quickly festered.
Countless wriggling worms crawled out of his body.
These things bit each other.
They attacked each other crazily.
But the ruler of the old days was still alive.
But...
He no longer had consciousness and the ability to think.
His brain had been eaten clean by countless small things.
These things were his brain cells.
And before he was eaten.
There was only fear in the mind of the ruler of the old days.
"The Primordial Chaos Core!?"
"How is that possible!"
"The Primordial Chaos Core of blindness and stupidity already has its own consciousness?!"
If he had known this earlier, how would he have dared to have second thoughts?
He would have knelt down and become a servant!
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