In the deepest part of the Cadas Secret Realm was a vast swamp.
Countless monsters and terrifying nightmares resided here.
Ling Ping'an silently passed through this area and landed in front of a dilapidated abyss in the depths of the swamp.
He lowered his head and stared at the abyss.
The door of the abyss slowly opened, revealing the treasure vault hidden inside.
The treasure vault that belonged to the creeping chaos and the faceless god.
It was the place where he had hidden his secrets for billions of years.
Other than Nyarlathotep's main body, only Ling Ping'an knew about this place.
Even his incarnations didn't know!
"Hehe!" Ling Ping'an smiled and walked into the treasure vault.
In front of him, there were no secrets to speak of in this treasury!
Thus, he strolled leisurely in it.
The items in the boxes made loud noises when they sensed that someone was approaching.
Some of them even crazily hit the boxes, making loud sounds.
"Are you all in such a hurry to do good things?" Ling Ping'an was touched by these prisoners who were eager for justice. He smiled, "Come one by one... Don't worry, everyone has a share!"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the boxes.
He picked them up one by one.
Then, he shook them lightly and the boxes immediately quieted down.
Pieces of broken gems of various colors fell out of these boxes, jingling non-stop in the treasure vault.
The other boxes instantly quieted down.
They were all well-behaved!
They were terrified!
Ling Ping'an waved his hand and the gem fragments on the ground fell into his hands one by one. Soon, his hands were full.
But he still felt that it was not enough!
"The foundation of existence is still lacking..." he looked at the boxes and asked, "Did you contribute it yourselves? Or should I do it? "
"If I do it, I might accidentally take them all away!"
Hearing his words, all the boxes trembled.
Small gems flew out of these boxes and fell into his hands.
"That's more like it!" Ling Ping'an smiled harmlessly.
He put all the gems in his hands into his pocket.
Then, he patted his pocket. The sound of gems crashing was especially pleasant to the ear.
And all the boxes were trembling with fear.
Most of the items in the boxes were already dispirited and listless, but they still tried their best to show their subservience so that they could send this terrifying person away as soon as possible!
A great figure that was infinitely more terrifying than the Creeping Chaos that had captured them, forcibly modified and imprisoned them!
Ling Ping'an did not make things difficult for them.
After all, Nyarlathotep was his man.
No matter what, he couldn't just rob the other party's treasury.
He carried the broken body in his hand and continued forward.
After passing through the chests, he arrived at a hall that was filled with contradictions, unknown, and madness.
In this place, up, down, left and right, they had all lost the concept of existence.
There was no such thing as north, south, east, or west.
The entire hall was constantly changing.
This was the secret realm where the Creeping Chaos kept his favorite collection.
Apart from herself, even if the Silver Key came here, it would not be able to find the little cuties that she had carefully hidden.
Unfortunately, in Ling Ping'an's eyes, there were no secrets in this hall.
He just casually walked in.
Ignoring all the illusions around him, he chased away the blasphemous whispers that came from all directions and countless spaces like a fly.
He walked in a certain direction.
Then, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the gem fragments in his pocket.
Whoosh!
The gems fell from between his fingers.
Ding Ding Dang Dang!
One after another, the gems flowed with fluorescent light, emitting a dazzling light.
At the same time, Ling Ping'an stretched out his hand and dragged out a statue made of gold that was filled with endless psionic power from the floor beneath him.
This statue had no facial features, nor did it have a gender.
Its texture was as soft as water, and it could change its size and shape at will.
More importantly, it had the characteristics of non-polluting and distorting!
It was the gold of the world left behind by the ashes of a world after it was completely destroyed.
And to gather enough gold of the world to create a sculpture of such a scale.
At the very least, thousands of worlds were needed to be destroyed!
And to refine such a sculpture.
It didn't just need the gold of the world.
It also needed to be carried by someone through the timelines.
During this process, the gold of the world had to expel the remaining despair and degeneration of the world.
So...
"The truth of the extinction of the Yith!" Ling Ping'an smiled.
Looking at this sculpture, he knew that it was the high-tech race called the Yith.
How did the 'race of absolute rationality' that once dominated the universe come about?
The answer was this sculpture.
It was a strange object made from the gold of the world left behind after the destruction of a thousand worlds.
Because of the characteristics of the gold of the world, it was not affected by any crazy pollution or distortion. It was always true and always rational.
Therefore, the Yith were able to jump between timelines and repeatedly play with their enemy, the flying polypus hydroids.
It was like a famous scene in a famous movie that Ling Ping'an had seen before: Come and hit me? I'm out again! I'm back again! I'm out again...
So mischievous, so cute!
But he didn't know that he had already fallen into a trap.
The pursuit of the flying polypus hydroids was just Nyarlathotep's plan.
When the Yith kept jumping between timelines.
From ancient times to the future, from the future back to the current timeline.
They kept using this strange object to change the carrier of their souls.
They thought that they were playing with time, but they didn't know that they were the ones being played.
On the day when the melon was ripe.
The wriggling chaos personally plucked the fruit!
The Yith were completely exterminated!
The remaining clansmen were made into specimens and became tributes.
Looking at the sculpture.
Ling Ping'an took out the flame of the remnant spirit from his pocket and threw it into it.
The sculpture instantly came to life!
It had eyes and facial features.
But it had no rationality or thinking ability, only instinct.
It couldn't even control itself!
It couldn't control itself!
The characteristics of the gold of the world determined that it couldn't be polluted or distorted.
It was always true!
However, Ling Ping'an still had one more thing -- Xiao Man's body.
That body that had already been distorted and polluted.
He smiled and stirred up Kadath's power.
Then, he fused Xiao Man's body with the sculpture.
Then, he stomped his foot heavily.
The shattered gems on the ground flew up one after another, turning into specks of light and fusing into the sculpture.
These gems were the foundation of existence.
They were also forever real!
And there was only one way to produce them!
It was from those species or individuals that had long been extinct in the real world, but still lived outside the real world in some form.
In some universes, this kind of thing was called 'containment'.
Because it was real, it was strange.
And it just so happened that Ling Ping'an knew that the foundation of existence and the gold of the world could fuse with each other and reach a subtle balance.
It could retain its characteristics and still be real and unpolluted.
It could also accommodate life!
It could become a petri dish!
Ling Ping'an highly suspected that his birth also came from a similar method -- or a higher taboo ritual!
As countless foundations of existence fused into the sculpture made of the gold of the world.
The golden sculpture in front of him gradually took on a human form.
It gradually began to separate and slowly turned into the appearance of two young girls.
One was tender and determined.
One was holy and ancient.
However...
They still didn't wake up!
They just survived!
Ling Ping'an watched. He understood that unless he asked for help from his main body and took the initiative to seek the crazy knowledge of his main body.
Otherwise, he would be powerless!
But...
He looked at the two young girls in front of him, the sleeping beauties.
"I don't necessarily need the help of my main body!" He said.
"I remember... in the myths, Nezha was reborn from a lotus root!"
"Maybe I can consult the world of Journey to the West!"
"Maybe the person behind it can help me!"
"I can also directly contact the existence behind Nezha... Study it!"
Behind the world of Journey to the West was definitely the supreme being of the Buddha Realm.
And behind Nezha was one of the Three Pure Ones, the Primeval Lord of Heaven!
And both could be consulted.
Then, who should he consult?
Ling Ping'an's lips curled up. Only children would make a choice!
Adults would only want all of them!
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