After listening to the eighth person's' unreasonable 'request, Tang Shidao didn't feel anything unusual.
Killing him by force, the eighth person could have done it.
However.
It was hard to say whether or not he could truly 'erase' himself. The three people present, Åling, the scarecrow, and himself had all 'died' once and left a special projection in the Zero World. That projection belonged to the special record of the Zero World, not based on the platform established by the eighth person. The things recorded in the Zero World would not disappear, just like the Seven Legacies of the previous world. They would return under certain special conditions.
Since the eighth person hadn't 'disappeared' into Traceless, it proved that he couldn't shake the things in the Zero World.
In fact.
Even if the eighth person went further, he might not be able to shake the things in the Zero World.
Therefore, this' kill 'had a lot of meanings. If one had to define the meaning, it could probably be said that this was a test for the eighth person. Because the Ten Thousand Colors was outside of all his creations, it was not something he 'knew'. In his mind, the Ten Thousand Colors was the same as the Seven Legacies of the previous world. They both belonged to his unknown territory. Moreover, the effect of the Ten Thousand Colors was the most likely and easiest way to create another path.
With such conditions, the eighth person wanted to test it.
"Tang Shidao, I've finished. What do you think?" The eighth person asked again. In fact, he didn't need to ask about force. He could do it directly. Moreover, he wasn't afraid of Tang Shidao's revenge. At his height, there was no opponent. It could even be said that at his height, he didn't care about death or survival. Everything he did was to go further and see a higher scenery.
If this' scenery 'was someone who could kill him, he wouldn't mind, as long as it represented a higher level.
"Okay."
"I won't leave anything behind. Will I really kill you completely?" The eighth person was still asking.
"Yes, I understand what you mean." Tang Shidao nodded gently.
"Very good." The eighth person didn't say anything more.
At this point, it was meaningless to say anything more. Not only did the eighth person want to know the answer to this experiment, but Tang Shidao also wanted to know. Åling and the scarecrow also wanted to know. At this stage, martial arts could still be cultivated, but there were some things that had to be found or opened. Otherwise, no matter how much martial arts improved, it would still be the same as the eighth person.
Tang Shidao had created Myriad Colors. He was different from everyone else, and he was the most likely to find this path.
In fact.
If the eighth person wanted to kill anyone, he didn't need to make a move. At his level, he could wipe them out with just a thought. He couldn't interfere with those who were in the outer space, no matter how weak they were. But here, he was the 'actualizer' of all imagination.
The next second.
Tang Shidao disappeared.
"You attacked? We still remember him. "Seeing Tang Shidao disappear, little Åling frowned slightly.
"I didn't use 'fate' to erase his traces. His past is still preserved. Even if I purposely erased it, if you have the ability to come in front of me, you will still remember him. "The eighth person explained.
"You didn't erase our traces on purpose?" The scarecrow asked.
"No, it can also be said that it was me. I used 'fate' to set up a special mechanism to make people with certain abilities' disappear 'in front of the public, including their past traces. This is an automatic mechanism that can only be triggered by people with abilities like yours. Of course, this also includes the group of people who are still 'fighting' outside. "
"Chan Jiu and Yong Ye?" Little Åling also understood.
This' ability 'actually referred to those who had fought the Seven Legacies of the Previous World. They had to at least fight to a draw to meet the conditions.
But the reason was …
"I set it up like this to reduce the people who come to 'bother' me. Although I'm very free, I don't like to chat with people who 'don't understand me'. The second reason is that this is a hint. "The eighth person said calmly.
What was the hint?
Little Åling and the scarecrow didn't need to ask. Because, disappearing all traces was also what the eighth person pursued.
At present, the eighth person had already done half of it.
He had disappeared.
However, the traces of his power had not completely disappeared. The eighth person no longer existed, but the power created by the eighth person was preserved. Compared to the previous seven people, he still had something 'left'.
"If that young man doesn't succeed, what will you do?" The scarecrow suddenly asked.
"Didn't you notice?" When the eighth person spoke, a wisp of Myriad Colors energy appeared in the field. He said again, "This Myriad Colors hasn't disappeared yet. When I killed Tang Shidao just now, I also purified everything he had. However, I couldn't get rid of this thing. When the Myriad Colors appeared, I took a look and learned a part of it. However, even with this connection, I can't completely erase this Myriad Colors. "
"…"
Little Åling and the scarecrow were silent.
After the Myriad Colors appeared, Tang Shidao shared it with everyone. Of course, Åling and the scarecrow also 'learned' it. However, like all the powerhouses in outer space, they couldn't 'understand' the existence of the Myriad Colors at first. Even if they had a little clue now, they were still thousands of miles away from learning it. Unexpectedly, the eighth person learned a part of it with just a 'glance'.
However.
Even a terrifying existence like the eighth person still couldn't completely purify the existence of the 'Myriad Colors'.
"I think you've already understood. If Tang Shidao fails, I can 'recreate' him with a thought. In fact, it was not only that he could become even more powerful before he disappeared. However, I can't help him recover the power of the Myriad Colors. It's not a matter of strength, but that if I can't, I can't, "the eighth person explained.
"So, you're also prepared to fail?" The scarecrow suddenly understood.
"Yes."
"If that young man fails, you'll recreate him and let him cultivate the Myriad Colors again?"
"I'm the Implementer."
The eighth person didn't need to explain the last sentence.
He was the Implementer, and he could realize all reality and fantasy. In fact, the Creation Cloud Atlas was constantly spreading knowledge, and at the same time, fate was constantly rotating. The strength of the eighth person was improving every moment. Others needed a long time to cultivate, but as the eighth person's' Implementer ', as long as he heard any truth or sensed any fantasy, he could improve to that level.
He couldn't do the same thing with the Myriad Colors because he 'didn't know' … As long as he knew, even if it was a fantasy, he could realize it.
At this moment.
Little Åling and the scarecrow could also understand: Dust Beyond Heaven was probably just like a cloud of dust raised by the eighth person. Even if someone surpassed him in size, it was only achieved on the basis of the eighth person. The same thing could be created by the eighth person with a thought.
Now.
Little Åling and the scarecrow only cared about one thing: Would Tang Shidao fail?
In fact.
This answer appeared the moment the test began.
Tang Shidao was' dead '.
But …
"Is it a dream? Is it you? Ah Dao, you're back … sob sob, you're back in my dream … "
"Whether it's a dream or not, beauty, come over and let me hug you."
"Ah Dao, you …"
"What rumors are there outside? Are they saying that I'm dead? "
"Yes, yes, we all heard it. We don't know who it is, but it's like … like a 'very great existence' telling us that you're dead. I asked Mother Ye, and she told me that she had never seen that existence. Because she felt inadequate at that time, she chose to live with us. Then, she cultivated in life and challenged again when she had the ability in the future. "
"He's called the Implementer, or the Eighth Implementer."
"Ah Dao, then are you really … really dead? Don't go, don't leave me, even if it's just a dream … "
"You're in my arms. Don't you know if I'm real or not?"
"But …"
"No buts, beauty. Tell me again, who did the Implementer tell? "
"Everyone knows. That voice … It's not a voice. Anyway, everyone 'heard' his voice, saying that you're dead. We were wondering why there was such a voice and deliberately explained it to us. However, it's not a lie. We all believe that it's not a lie. Ah Dao, what happened? Why did you … "
"I'm back."
"But …"
"Because of your longing, I'm back." Tang Shidao really came back. This was not some kind of resurrection spell, or even a reappearance in the power system of the eighth person. Strictly speaking, in the space created by the eighth person, Tang Shidao was still in the state of 'disappearance'. However, in another description with a different meaning, Tang Shidao had been reconstructed by 'Myriad Color'.
There was no magic power.
There were no magic items.
Everything that the eighth person could erase had disappeared.
However …
The Myriad Color that could not be erased naturally reconstructed Tang Shidao. In the Zero Realm, the reappearance of something that disappeared required a condition. Obviously, The White Beauty's' longing 'was the condition. Or rather, it was one of the many conditions. Of course, it was also possible that the effect of 'Myriad Color' was better than Tang Shidao imagined, because it drew from the history of many outer spaces.
From a certain perspective, the Myriad Color could also be considered a historical record of many outer spaces.
"Ah Dao, where is this place?" The White Beauty was still in a dream, but she saw Tang Shidao personally create a space that could not be perceived as real or fake.
"Our exclusive home."
"Home?"
"Yes, a place that no one can find or imagine except for us. It is made up of Myriad Color, generated randomly from different combinations of history and information. What do you want? Mountains, oceans, wind, clouds, rain, dew, flowers, butterflies … "Tang Shidao said as he waved his hand. As he spoke, the things he mentioned were generated one by one.
"Yes, yes, I like everything you have."
"Don't worry, this place belongs to us only." Tang Shidao created a small inner world.
However …
Tang Shidao knew that this was not the ability of the 'implementer'.
The eighth person's implementer ability originated from the 'fate' forbidden spell. Therefore, the eighth person started from 'recording', to learning, to research, to archive, and to recreate, step by step, generating his implementer ability. His current action was different. Myriad Color was very similar to fate, but it needed someone to draw it.
Fate needed the 'known' to generate the known and the unknown.
The Myriad Color originally had the known and the unknown, but it needed someone to draw it.
The 'inner world' in front of him was drawn by himself, but on the other hand, he was' drawn 'by The White Beauty. In other words, The White Beauty could not draw him, but she missed him. This miss resonated with the Myriad Color, so he was redrawn by the Myriad Color.
After being intimate with The White Beauty, Tang Shidao also understood the difference of the Myriad Color.
Spells.
Power.
Weapons.
These things were all used by humans. The Myriad Color did not need his participation when it 'reconstructed' itself … It completed it on its own.
Although The White Beauty had 'participated', in fact, this was still done by the Myriad Color on its own.
It was not an activation power.
But it was much more bizarre than the activation power.
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