Every record represents blood and death.

The information contained in each record has been continuously enriched and enriched by countless interstellar travelers who have escaped from death and returned.

But so many dangerous spiritual species are only records of the civilizations in the Orion Spiral Arm.

More undiscovered spiritual creatures, or spiritual species that cannot escape death even after being discovered, are still hidden deep in the darkness among the boundless sea of ​​stars.

And how many kinds of spiritual creatures are there in other spiral arms of the galaxy, or in other words, in the entire galaxy?

No one knows.

If the scope is expanded to a wider scope, to the scope of the observable universe, how many dangerous spiritual creatures will exist?

No one knows.

Even in some corners of the infinite universe, will there be even more terrifying unknown-level spiritual creatures that surpass the overlord level?

No one even knows.

In this forest, various unknown numbers and types of spiritual creatures that are either terrifying, strange, or ferocious fill the vast symbolic realm.

They are always waiting for someone to meet them, to be played with by them until they die, and finally to be devoured by them in despair.

Spiritual creatures are equivalent to walking disasters.

But in this huge laboratory, after regaining consciousness, this Jiushan whale, which was feared by all civilizations, was as obedient as a little sheep in front of Mu Cang.

But Mu Cang was a little disappointed and said softly:

"Unfortunately, your brain and soul seem to have been severely damaged, causing all memories of the past to become blank."

"Master! Master! Master! Master!"

Feeling an extremely respectful and submissive emotion coming from the giant whale under his palm, Mu Cang smiled slightly and then fell into thought.

After the Jiushan Whale woke up just now, the memory package of 'Mycenae' that had been stagnant in the ocean of knowledge actually trembled, and at the same time some information overflowed.

Among these fragmented messages, Mu Cang saw a picture:

A human figure that seems to be forcibly condensed with countless broken black crystals, but is always in a state of collapse, is riding a whale as huge as a continental plate, and is traveling quickly through a colorful light that is as thick and huge as a python in the star sea.

In the river.

Mu Cang could feel the power that transcended time and space coming from the river of light that looked extremely colorful.

"This is Mycenir's past life? What is this river? Why does it feel that its power of time and space is even deeper than that of the black gold phoenix?!

Is this some kind of natural phenomenon in the universe, or is it an ancient existence with a personality similar to that phoenix?"

Gather your mind and cut off useless thoughts.

Mu Cang guessed in his mind: "Let's put down the colorful river of light first. From this point of view, this Jiushan whale should be the mount he rode to escape from the so-called Wizarding Continent. So where is the Wizarding Continent..."

Buzz——

There was something in his heart, and he immediately understood, and grinned:
Chapter completed!