I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 357 God's Will

To be honest, Lu Wenwu is a little confused right now.

He had thought of many ways to meet the God of Magic, and had also imagined many different things about him.

But he never expected that the other party had lost all his human form.

this.
This doesn't fit the normal script!
The super macho man who was invincible and undefeated in his time, has now become like this?
Although after seeing the choices made by so many powerful people in the copy world, Lu Wenwu still had a vague guess about the current situation of the God of Magic.

But in the end
He still looked forward to having a relatively normal meeting with an epic feel.

The sight of the constantly wriggling, deformed mountain of flesh before him made him feel mixed emotions.

"The God of Magic?"

"headmaster?"

"Majik?"

Lu Wenwu called out several names in succession, but the previous voice did not respond.

Only an extremely weak wave of thought flashed by, almost undetectable.

This was keenly captured by Lu Wenwu.

He then flapped his dragon wings and flew upwards.

The former Dark Yin Dragon Wings were completely integrated into Lu Wenwu's body along with the thunder tribulation and have become a part of his body.

At this time, it is easier to operate and the level of control is more microscopic.

At the top of the meat mountain, there was an almost imperceptible flicker of light.

That is pure starlight.

It was as faint as the last bit of wick in a candlestick, like a terminally ill patient, collapsed powerlessly on the hospital bed, relying on a ventilator to support his last breaths.

The emotion called despair is spreading, permeating every corner of this space.

Lu Wenwu tasted a hint of unwillingness in this despair that was like a tide.

He thought about it, and the golden sun of merit rose up behind him, protecting him firmly.

A layer of gold-plated "membrane" quickly covered his body, flowing and swirling like water waves, with a warmth that could break all the coldness.

This is the product of the fusion of the power of merit and the power of the sun.

If there is anything that can restrain this corrupting force that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, these two must be good choices.

Judging from the experience gained from the God of Blood and Dark Night, perhaps a sea of ​​blood formed by pure murderous intent and bloody evil spirit also has the same isolation effect, and may even be better.

But Lu Wenwu was not very willing to gamble.

The mountain of meat in front of us was already in a precarious state.

If we add some unknown force to stimulate it, who knows what it will turn into?
He cautiously extended his hand and came into contact with the sticky flesh and blood that was emitting starlight.

In just a moment, Lu Wenwu's power of merit began to be used crazily at the speed of a flood. The flame of the golden sun of merit rose violently and became more and more vigorous.

Violent black smoke rose from the place where his palm touched, almost burning into a gray-black flame.

This is different from the negative force injected into the body of a god. Instead, it is a special substance that appears after being completely burned out by the power of merit and the sun.

Such a crude purification did not completely destroy it, but it was definitely weakened to the point where even ordinary people with strong wills could withstand it.

As a large amount of black, twisted and distorted flesh and blood was burned into a thick black fog that floated up, the previously flickering starlight became brighter and brighter, and the thoughts and will it exuded began to become firmer.

The seeds to break the darkness began to take root and sprout, and the consciousness that transmitted the voice rekindled hope.

In the process of purifying the deformed flesh and blood through the Golden Sun of Merit, Lu Wenwu also tried to refine it directly through [Evil Nemesis] and [Devouring the Heaven and the Earth].

The results were less than ideal.

The former could not draw even a trace of "evil power" from it.

In the latter case, the input and output are totally disproportionate.

All the energy swallowed into the body would be used for replenishment, which would be many times more than what is consumed by simple purification now.

And there is also the risk of mental corruption.

Lu Wenwu didn't hesitate for even a second and directly gave up these two methods.

He also didn't choose to let Maomao take a bite to try.

The risk is too great, and Maomao doesn’t have any resurrection coins!
It was under such circumstances that a tug-of-war broke out between the two sides.

Lu Wenwu was trying to consume more flesh and blood from the black distorted mountain of flesh in order to dig out the consciousness that was buried deep inside.

The black distorted meat mountain is replenishing itself by absorbing a large amount of negative energy, making the corrupt power that can even distort the minds of gods stronger, while recovering itself at the same time.

Lu Wenwu has never been afraid of a tug-of-war, as he has an extremely strong recovery ability.

Today, he seemed to have met his match.

The deeper he dug, the more energy he consumed, increasing exponentially.

This made Lu Wenwu frown slightly.

This means that it is almost impossible for him to wear down the opponent through this kind of tug-of-war of attrition.

As long as one's own consumption reaches a certain level, the offensive and defensive momentum will be reversed, and one's own recovery speed will be much lower than the consumption speed.

By then, even he himself might be in crisis.

I do not know how long it has been.

Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.

The top of the meat mountain finally melted completely, and Lu Wenwu successfully found the center point of recovery and consumption.

Now, the competition between the two sides has reached a complete stalemate.

The good news is that Lu Wenwu's hard work paid off.

He finally dug out a section of the consciousness that was buried at the top of the distorted meat mountain.

Having studied at the Magic Academy for a year, he immediately recognized that this was the missing star staff in the hands of the magic goddess - the original body!
Again, this is bad news.

Because the thought fluctuations he just felt were released from here.

Now, right before his eyes, the stars were shining brightly, and everything was so clear.

Lu Wenwu thought of the Dragon God far away on Dragon Island.

He took a deep breath and said, "Should I call you the Star Staff or the God of Magic?"

"In fact, I prefer you to call me by my former name - Magik." The male voice that appeared earlier said, "In fact, I gave up my identity as a god a long time ago, but I successfully preserved my power and self-awareness."

"Consciousness backup?" Lu Wenwu thought of the Dragon God again.

"Oh? Unknown strong man, you have actually seen the alchemical consciousness left by the big lizard of Dragun?"

He seemed a little surprised about the Star Staff, or Magik, but soon realized it. "Oh, if you think about it carefully, it's actually not a problem. It's not something to be surprised about."

"If you can even get in here and dig my consciousness out of this rotten body, I don't think he can stop you."

"Excuse me, please allow an old man who can't remember how many years he has lived to be a little suspicious. How did you find this place? Where are you from?"

"I am probably an outstanding graduate who has passed the Magik Wizard Academy quickly, Principal." Lu Wenwu answered truthfully, "As for where I came from, it's hard to say. In a sense, I probably come from the same world as the dimension, uh, the ancestor god that you know."

"Ah, Dimension Wanderers, I know that they are a very friendly race, at least you and my teacher are very friendly." Magik said with some emotion, "I originally thought that the one who found this place would be an arcane master with the power to kill gods."

"Arcanists have this kind of potential?" Lu Wenwu was stunned.

Majik said frankly, "I don't know, but I think there should be. After all, this is a profession created by me to promote thought. It allows real mortals to have the opportunity to embark on the path of transcendence. How can arcanists not want to possess the power of gods?"

"Unfortunately, perhaps the time was too short, or perhaps the thinking of mortals and arcanists was still somewhat limited, and in the end the situation I expected did not occur. This is a pity. The only consolation is probably that magicians and arcanists no longer believe in me, which is pretty good."

"Ha my plan wasn't such a failure after all."

"Can you tell me what your original plan was?" Lu Wenwu asked, "And what exactly is this thing?"

He was a little curious about it.

The final secret of magic is hidden in this consciousness that calls itself Magic.

"Of course, but this plan is a bit long, I have to start from the beginning."

Majik had no desire to hide this.

In other words, he thought Lu Wenwu was trustworthy.

Or maybe he thought that at this point, there was no point in covering it up.

You see, Majik didn't even verify the authenticity of Lu Wenwu's words, let alone his identity, and just told everything.

"I have forgotten how many years ago, the world was not as vibrant and full of life as it is now, with all things competing for the extraordinary power."

"Everything is still in a primitive and ignorant state. Humans are not yet the masters of the continent. The tribes are still trembling with fear as they learn how to use fire from the dwarves and how to plant from the elves. They pray to the primitive gods formed by the natural landscapes that we cannot yet understand to grant us the power to survive."

"Gradually, we mastered extraordinary powers, became stronger, were able to cast incredible spells, and were able to defeat those creatures that once treated us as ants."

“I don’t know if I’m the first extraordinary person in this world.”

"But there is no doubt that among the few students who had the honor of studying with the teacher, I was the strongest."

"The teacher is so kind. He leads us to civilization, teaches us how to use language to use and control extraordinary power, how to guide thoughts through religion, and how to become incredible beings through collective consciousness."

"The teacher calls this extraordinary power that we control magic, and those who possess this ability are called magicians."

"Those who cultivate both magic and thought to perfection will stand shoulder to shoulder with their teacher and become - a god!"

"Unfortunately, this wonderful time is very short-lived. Our world is just a brief stop on the teacher's journey, and soon he will set off again to continue his journey."

"After the teacher left, I became the first god I had always dreamed of, the god of magic."

"At that time, human thought was far less complicated, and it was quite easy to gain the power of faith."

"Under my protection, the tribe has grown in size, the people are living better and better, and the number of magicians has increased."

"Until a certain moment, the number of gods exploded."

“More and more gods are appearing.”

"Excuse me, Principal. I want to interrupt you." Lu Wenwu raised his free hand to signal, "If you are the first to become a god, then other races..."

Majik's helpless voice came: "There is no other way. The teacher is kind and treats everyone equally. All intelligent creatures who have mastered a certain amount of extraordinary power can listen to his teachings."

"The way to become a god is not unique to humans."

"After the second god of mankind appeared, I tried to destroy those races that had not yet given birth to gods but had bullied us. Unfortunately, I failed to kill them all. This was probably the fuse of the war among the gods."

"At first, it was just a war between different races due to historical reasons and conflicts. I was full of vigor and vitality at the time and didn't take it seriously at all. I took crazy revenge on the humans who had established their own country and avenged all the blood and tears that had been shed before."

“But after a while, I discovered something that horrified me.”

"This world cannot support too many gods."

"Even if the threshold to becoming a god becomes increasingly demanding, the speed at which gods grow will break through the carrying capacity of the world in a very short period of time, and everything will return to death."

"The power of the gods is so strong that they can easily create a supernatural system. With just a thought, they can turn the land into a desert and the sea into an oasis. No god can avoid being addicted to the power that distorts reality."

"I think that since you have found me and have seen Dragun, you should know the nature of magic."

Lu Wenwu nodded: "Distorting reality through one's own will is the rule of this world."

"Yes, this is the rule of this world."

Majik's approval made the stars twinkle.

"Mortals' thoughts can create extraordinary powers, and can create magicians with the talent to cast spells. Magicians can create incredible magics, allowing mortals to worship them and create gods."

"Then have you ever thought about a question?"

"Mortals' thoughts created gods, and magicians can create magic. So what can gods' thoughts create?"

Lu Wenwu was suddenly stunned.

God's thoughts?

Majik didn't wait for his answer and continued, "The gods' thoughts have long been distorted beyond recognition by mortals."

"Or we can simply say that behind every god there is a group of intelligent creatures who share the same stance."

"As long as there is an intelligent creature, there will be desire and darkness in their hearts."

"Take humans as an example. The thing we have always been proud of is morality, the symbol that distinguishes whether we have escaped from primitiveness and chaos."

"The essence of this quality is to suppress the most primitive desires, allowing our society to break away from the primitive and ignorant jungle law and form a spontaneous and customary unspoken rule."

"Suppression is just suppression, not complete annihilation."

"Mortals keep these things in their hearts and don't express them."

"Good wishes gave birth to gods."

"And what about those primitive desires that are suppressed by ideology and morality?"

"This is a world where everything you wish for can come true," Majik said dimly.

A gentleman does not care about his heart when discussing his deeds. There is no perfect person in the world when it comes to his heart.

Morality can restrain the body but cannot restrain the mind.

The power of thought to distort reality only requires thinking.

Lu Wenwu took a deep breath and answered the question that Majik had just asked in his mind.

What is born from the thoughts of God is distortion.

(End of this chapter)