In the empty hall.

"Owner!"

The huge face looked at the fake Cangtian Baquan with respect, "These are all the landmarks I have collected and stored over the years."

Along with his sincere words, dense and almost endless hazy light clusters floated in all directions at some unknown time.

That's right, these small clusters that bloom with faint fragments of light like stars are all landmarks of space and time.

If we were to count their number, it would even be far more than all the atoms in the observable universe.

The total number of these landmarks is exactly one Gurgor.

"Very good. It's done in one step, which saved me a lot of effort."

The fake Cangtian Baquan smiled with satisfaction and collected all the landmarks with a wave of his hand.

After that, he turned around and said to the huge face hanging respectfully in the hall: "From now on, work normally, live normally, and engage in corruption. If I need you, I will naturally come to you."

"Yes!" Kakimi responded respectfully.

Buzz——

The void shook, and the fake Cangtian Ba ​​Fist was instantly swallowed up by a gray vortex and disappeared into the hall.

The next moment, he returned to the non-static three-dimensional universe where Mu Cang was located through the real number channel.

"Hmm~"

Mu Cang casually took the immeasurable light cluster respectfully handed over by the fake Cangtian Hegemony Fist and said leisurely, "With this, the plan to harvest the rules of the realms can begin."

As his will turned, a divine projection numbering in number of Gugors immediately shot out from his huge body as majestic as the vast universe, disappearing into the masses that flashed out at the same moment.

In the gray vortex.

These are all equipped with [Immortal Soul] and [Infinite Vitality] as standard, and each carries a different system of divine projection. They will all reach every corner of the six-dimensional space under the transmission of real number channels, and then escape into that high place.

In the fantasy realm, through the tributaries of Manhai, you can go to other remote and unknown clusters.

Under the invisible barrier of infinite distance and the disconnection of cause and effect among clusters, even the ontology can only think at the same frequency as these projected thoughts, cognitions, and memories.

As for interference in other aspects, not much can be done.

However, with Mu Cang's character and potential, coupled with the various 'gold fingers' that the infinite projections are equipped with, it is very simple to make a success among the various groups.

However, Mu Cang also knows that harvesting the rules of clusters from all parties will not be achieved overnight, and will definitely take a long time.

But what he lacks most is patience.

No matter if it is ten thousand years, one hundred million years or more, Mu Cang will wait silently.

During this period, due to the existence of the seven immortal powerful men of the Xian clan and the threats of many Xian ancestors, Mu Cang, who has always been extremely cautious, will never show his true body in the six-dimensional space.

In short, from now on, he will enter a period of real dormancy.

"Take your time, take your time. After you become Yu Zun, the Xian clan will become dry bones under my feet."

As his thoughts raced, Mu Cang's huge and boundless body suddenly collapsed.

Boom boom boom boom——

Amidst the huge earthquakes in the world, his huge figure, which was as far as the ocean, instantly shrunk into a hazy dot that was even smaller than the Planck scale and could not be said to be multiplied, and suddenly flew into

He reached the depths of the spiritual soul of the fake Cangtian Baquan that stood respectfully around him.

…

The night was pitch black, as if the sky had been torn apart.

In the endless haze, heavy rain poured down and thunder roared.

It was during this rainy season that two peasants, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, carried a thin corpse, wading through the muddy water deeper and deeper into the rain curtain, and walked deeper into the rain curtain.

Maybe they were tired after carrying it for a long time, and one of them couldn't help but muttered and complained: "It's raining so hard, why don't we wait until the rain stops before we carry it again?"

After another person heard this, he immediately frowned and scolded: "Don't say too much. This man died of cold and hunger. He has no relatives and no money. If he is not sent to a mass grave as soon as possible, he will be left in the town."

There will definitely be a corpse transformation.”

As soon as they heard the word 'corpse transformation', the person who complained before immediately shuddered and did not dare to say a word.

After walking like this for half a stick of incense, the rain gradually subsided and the thunder gradually subsided. Finally, the two of them stepped on the muddy ground and carried the corpse to the mass grave.

Under night.

The mass graves are overgrown with weeds and the tombstones are skewed, making them look desolate.

Huhu——

The cold, damp wind moved among the wild tombs, blowing clumps of waist-deep black and gray weeds and bringing with it the fishy smell of rotting leaves and earth.

The jagged and strange trees around were also swaying in the wind and rain, making rustling sounds, as if the souls of the deceased were whispering.

The two men were very tired after carrying the corpse, so they ignored the gloomy and coldness of the mass grave. Their eyes swept around, and when they found an unknown shallow pit, they threw the corpse into it with force, and then took the shovel from their backs.

, began to shovel the earth silently and bury the body.

Click!!

A bolt of thunder flashed past, illuminating half of the grave.

Under the light of lightning, in a shallow pit only a foot deep, a corpse wearing old homespun clothes was seen. Although the face and neck were all blue, white, purple and bloodless, it could be seen that his appearance was very honest and honest.

He looks like a bad person, and he is only about twenty-three or four years old, so he is in a good year.

It's just that for some unknown reason, this man died suddenly at a young age and was randomly buried in this mass grave by civilians on a rainy night. It's so sad.

After half a stick of incense, the night rain finally stopped, and the mud pit was completely filled up, turning it into a small dirt bag.

After the two peasants took two breaths tiredly, they each carefully took out three sticks of incense from their arms.

Taking out the fire stick and lighting it, the two men bent down and inserted three sticks of incense into the wet mud on the outer edge of the earthen bag.

"God bless~"

The two of them clasped their hands and muttered to the dirt bag, "Chen Sanyu, Chen Sanyu, you have been crazy and depressed for half your life, it is a great blessing to have a place to bury you when you die.

In your next life, you should join a wealthy family, or else you should be a pig, dog, cow, or sheep, and don't want to be a poor commoner and come to this world to suffer."

After finishing chanting, the two turned around and left, quickly stepping into the howling wind.

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Two more hours passed.

The sun shines everywhere in the sky, but the dawn is approaching.

At this time, an invisible stream of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

At the same moment that this stream of light appeared, it suddenly fell through the air and went straight into the small solitary grave below.

Buzz——

Suddenly, the dead body in the lonely grave began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the sounds of earth turning, the body slowly crawled out of the grave.

"hiss--"

After the corpse came out of the grave, it lay on its back and took a deep breath of air.

With the inhalation of this breath, the rich death aura lingering around his body suddenly dissipated.

The purple spots on the skin on his face, neck, hands, and ankles miraculously became lighter and lighter until they disappeared.

After absorbing enough of the vast vitality between heaven and earth, this dead body...

No, this living man who had been reincarnated from the dead suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled an arrow of turbid black and purple death energy, and shot it a hundred feet away, breaking a slender willow tree in half.

boom!

Boom boom boom——

Glancing at the broken tree that fell to the ground a hundred feet away, Mu Cang (projection), who had purged all the dead energy from his body, silently sensed the various conditions of this body:

"Severe malnutrition, it is estimated that he has not consumed any food or water in half a month, there are traces of martial arts practice, and there is a little active energy in the body.

However, due to excessive hunger and lack of water, the bones and muscles throughout the body have atrophied and even become necrotic, and the active energy has also fallen into an extremely dead state.

There are also various serious diseases in the heart, lungs, liver, spleen and other internal organs.

Hey, what supported him to live without food and water for so long was an obsession? This obsession even penetrated into the bone marrow and blood.

The content of my obsession is... I want to become an immortal!"

Click——

A bolt of thunder flashed across the sky.

"The obsession of a mere mortal can actually distort material reality and create vitality in the body out of thin air to support physical functions. Although the effect is very slight, it is still remarkable."

Under the cover of night, Mu Cang chuckled, "Interesting, it seems that this ancient cluster is more idealistic."

In fact, there is some trivial information about this cluster in the memory of Cangtian Baquan.
To be continued...