"I've lived for far too long. I've witnessed the birth and destruction of many worlds, as well as the rise and fall of countless races. In the everlasting river of time, only new and interesting things can give me a trace of comfort …"
The God of Nature said in a chanting tone, "Master of necromancers, controller of robbery power, God of immortality … I will witness your brilliance …"
"Witness my brilliance?"
Fang Xian sneered. "Was the trap you set previously, which almost caused me to be replaced, just a game for fun?"
"Exactly … Under my influence, that doppelganger can replace the original body, it will be a different kind of brilliance …"
As soon as the God of Nature finished speaking, he was drowned by a layer of black and blue ocean.
Countless tentacles spread, tearing him into countless pieces and wearing him down.
"I am one, and also ten thousand. I have countless doppelgangers …"
Fang Xian easily obliterated this doppelganger, but he heard the voice of the God of Nature reverberating. "You have to be careful of me, because you don't know when I will give you a small gift …"
"Noisy!"
The next moment, the ocean surged and completely obliterated the last echoes.
Fang Xian stood in the Daluo Samsara with an indifferent expression. "As expected … there are all kinds of weirdos among the deities … There is no need to care about him …"
His goal had never changed.
He wanted to stand higher, see more beautiful scenery, and pursue eternity!
The mere Omniscient God of Nature was just a stumbling block.
As long as it did not hinder him, he would not bother to step on it. If there was an obstacle, he would just kick it away.
'However … his state can make me vigilant …'
"Becoming a deity grants a long and long life, but it is not eternal … Even though the body and spirit will not decay, the aging of the mind will gradually change the character of the deity. It is good to become chaotic and silly, and even self-destructive tendencies may occur …"
Fang Xian's eyes were clear, and he instantly understood.
"The eighth level of the Dao of Necromancer should be the cultivation of the mind … When an eternal mind is matched with an immortal divine body, perhaps it can be considered eternal? Theoretical Level Nine? "
"And to truly prove eternity, one needs to put it into practice. In other words … to exist forever, to exist in the future, to not collapse, to not forget one's original intentions, perhaps this is the true eternity. Level 10?"
Fang Xian's wisdom was clear, and he had confidence in his future path.
"At this time, I should first complete my own authority …"
He looked at Dreamland.
Without the interference of the Giant Starry Sky Eye, the Eye of Disaster became much quieter.
Whoosh.
In the next moment, illusory black seawater surged into the palace, drowning the Eye of Disaster and starting to suppress and wear it down.
Tentacles reached out from the sea as if they were performing the most sophisticated surgery. They reached into the Eye of Disaster and grabbed the symbols.
The Eye of Calamity fiercely resisted, but it was useless.
After the first cup filled with scarlet blood was taken out by the tentacle, all sorts of symbols representing "calamity" were taken out one after another, causing the Eye of Calamity to become weaker.
"Tribulation power, melt!"
Fang Xian's body surged with tribulation power as he began to digest the symbols one by one.
His tribulation power's ability to sense and create calamities had become stronger.
"As expected … defeating other gods and seizing authority is a shortcut to leveling up. It's a pity … this is even crazier than a madman, and I will definitely be viewed with enmity by the gods …"
Fang Xian did not know how long he had been standing in the Great Overarching Reincarnation.
At some point, the profound tribulation power appeared again, devouring an illusory eye.
This meant that he had completely digested this part of the authority, and his strength had increased again.
"Eh?"
When the tribulation power crossed a certain boundary, Fang Xian's eyes flashed.
The deepest memories had been unearthed, allowing him to see the coordinates of his first life, which was also the Planet of Origin!
In his heart, a strong sense of shock surfaced.
"Primordial, Primordial, Planet of Origin …
"Perhaps … I can find the eternity I'm seeking there!"
Buzz buzz!
As if sensing the aura of the Planet of Origin, somewhere in Dreamland, an extremely hidden space opened up.
Fang Xian's heart stirred, and he came to a palace.
The palace was empty, but it had a unique aura. It was the smell of home!
Fang Xian walked in it, feeling very comfortable, like a wanderer returning home. His body and mind were at peace.
"This … isn't a space, but a communication device …
"I've already completely refined Dreamland, so I don't have to worry about its backlash …
"This aura … Could it be that the owner who created it is from my hometown?"
Many thoughts flashed through Fang Xian's mind.
Finally, he reached out with his finger and drew a symbol in the air.
The base was an inverted triangle, with an Ouroboros in the middle as a ring.
This was the emblem of the Primordial Lord of Dreamland!
At this moment, the symbol emitted a faint fluorescent light, fusing with the space and activating some kind of mystery.
A faint shadow appeared.
Fang Xian felt his heart tremble just by looking at it.
It was a huge snake shadow that even the Great Overarching Spacetime could not contain.
"Travelers from the same hometown, but wandering in different dimensions …"
"We've established this alliance to help those from the same hometown who are determined to explore the path home and the path of eternity …"
"Only those with the true spirit imprint of their hometown and those who have the coordinates of the Star of Origin can open this communication …"
"It will help you connect to all members of our alliance …"
"Finally … May everyone be able to return home and obtain the transcendence and eternity that they want!"
— Nightmare Hydra.
It was just a message, but the information contained made Fang Xian extremely shocked.
"The Transmigrator Alliance?"
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He did not rashly contact this extremely powerful existence, but looked at the imprints of other transmigrators that floated in the space.
[Spirit Creator], [Chief God], [Dream Ancestor], [Martial God], [Heavenly Emperor] …
One ancient emblem after another emitted an inexplicable and terrifying aura.
It seemed that every one of them was a legend.
"Kindred spirits?"
Fang Xian murmured, circulating his divine power. He understood that the use of this space was only for communication.
It could not provide its own location, nor could it leak any information.
It was obvious that the creator of Dreamland had already considered the caution of the transmigrators, and had done their best to keep it a secret.
"If that's the case, what else do I have to worry about?"
Fang Xian chuckled and left his name among the many imprints.
That was his epic, his legend.
Calamity power, necromancer, immortality …
The glory of pursuing the eternal calamity power had turned into a title that stood alongside other great names —
Daolord Fang Xian!
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