The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

"Teleport it in directly."

The purple-eyed voice sounded, and the mark turned into a purple light and disappeared into Wang Mingyang's eyebrows.

A coordinate appeared in his mind.

Wang Mingyang looked weird, but he quickly opened the portal according to the coordinates.

Fifty kilometers underground, Wang Mingyang walked out of the teleportation light door.

This is a dark red underground cave.

In the center is a magma pool with a radius of hundreds of meters, emitting astonishing heat.

The fire from the magma pool illuminated the surrounding area a fiery red.

The whole cave is vaguely visible, and it doesn't look very big.

Zi Mu just sat by the magma pool, closing her eyes and concentrating.

"Purple Eyes, here I come."

Wang Mingyang stepped forward slowly and said hello.

"Well, the trip to North America was quite rewarding, right?"

The purple eyes opened, two rays of purple light flashed, and then they quickly fell silent.

"It's okay, you've been following us all the way!"

Wang Mingyang sat down next to him and said lightly.

"The Dragon Lord of China has announced the events of each era."

"Next, it depends on whether you, China, can really unite as one."

The purple eyes flashed with a hint of hope and a hint of worry.

He has witnessed the history of the Chinese nation with his own eyes.

When facing foreign enemies, most people can fight with all their heart and soul.

However, there are still some people who become lackeys, either for profit or because they cherish their lives.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

The Chinese people in this era have been at peace for a long time.

Whether you can work up your blood and face the desperate situation of being besieged on all sides.

It's still something that needs to be verified.

"I don't know if the group is united or not."

"If the Angel Legion comes and anyone dares to rebel, I will kill them first."

Wang Mingyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.

Purple Eyes once said that in the super civilization of the third era, many people were bewitched by ancient angels.

Eventually, they transformed into some middle-ranking angels, possessing various special superpowers.

Now that the end of the world is coming, humans are awakening to supernatural powers.

If they surrender to the Angel Legion, there will probably be many more mid-range angels.

By then, their strength will be greatly improved.

Wang Mingyang didn't want to see this happen.

The two superior angels, the Lord of Light and the Lord of Darkness, as well as the unknown existence.

It was like three mountains pressing on his heart.

If there were more powerful mid-range angels, the situation would be even more desperate.

"That federal fanatic really has the aura of the Lord of Light."

"But the true spirit is very complete... I am afraid that only through continuous reincarnation and a long period of repair can a distraction be developed into an independent individual."

Purple eyes glanced at him, then changed the subject and started talking.

"My guess is similar to yours, but this kind of thing is a bit too bizarre."

Wang Mingyang nodded slightly, reincarnation and so on were indeed too outrageous.

"There is nothing surprising. Divide the soul and develop the complete true spirit from the distracted mind."

"The biggest drawback is that it will reduce some of the body's strength."

"But as long as there is time, this drawback will naturally disappear."

"I just don't quite understand, what's the point of the Light Lord doing this?"

Purple Eyes shook his head with confusion on his face.

"Perhaps he wants to use this clone to guide the consolidation of faith in the Sixth Era!"

Father Joseph, the White Emperor in his previous life, indeed conquered all of North America and Europe.

Countless people became his followers and became the unprecedented Pope of Light.

However, before Wang Mingyang was reborn, Bai Di had not yet set foot in China.

Among the many rumors, there has never been a direct conflict with the Black Emperor.

"By the way, this body of yours is not a spiritual body, right?"

Wang Mingyang looked at his purple eyes. His whole body was as clear as amethyst, with a faint purple halo covering it, making him look mysterious and luxurious.

Unfortunately, there are fine cracks all over the body.

Let this touch of luxury become dilapidated and sad.

"This is my true nature."

"It's just that after several battles, the damage was very serious."

Purple Eyes raised her arm lightly and looked at the dense cracks calmly.

It seemed like the next moment, he would be broken into countless pieces like a porcelain doll.

"Is there no way to recover?"

"Yes, but it will take a long, long time..."

"It's not over yet. By the time you recover, the day lilies will be cold!"

Wang Mingyang lay slumped on the ground and said helplessly.

"My strength has already reached its upper limit, but I am still no match for the Lord of Light and the Lord of Darkness."

"If we want to defeat them, we can only rely on you."

Purple eyes didn't take it seriously and chuckled.

"Rely on me... Are you so sure that I have this potential?"

Wang Mingyang curled his lips. If it weren't for the dark master's condescending attitude, he would have been completely intolerable.

Maybe it would be good to be a mid-range angel.

At least they have survived tens of millions of years.

Isn’t this the legendary longevity?

What even the First Emperor could not get was now right in front of him.

pity……

The exposure of the power of faith has blocked this path of obedience.

"There is one thing that I think is most appropriate to give to you..."

Purple Eyes shook her head and changed the topic again.

"Oh, what good stuff?"

Wang Mingyang's eyes lit up and he sat up immediately.

Zi Mou had tricked him into going to North America, saying that he would give him something good when he came back.

Wang Mingyang had been wondering what it was that could make the knowledgeable Zi Mou say "good".

Zi Mou did not speak, but waved at the magma pool.

The center of the hot magma pool suddenly began to rotate.

A strong wind rose from the ground, rolling the magma to form a dark red tornado.

Flames and lightning flashed around the tornado.

Strands of blood-colored light surged and gathered in the air.

After an unknown amount of time, the entire magma pool became quiet.

But it was no longer as hot as before, as if it had lost all its energy, and the magma pool was completely solidified.

The tornado in the air gathered into a huge blood ball.

It was trembling visibly, like a beating heart.

Zi Mou shook his hands, and a huge mental power surged out.

The blood ball trembled violently, and its size suddenly shrank a few points.

After nine consecutive tremors, the blood ball with a diameter of tens of meters was compressed to the size of a fist.

At this time, the blood ball was as crystal clear as a blood-colored crystal ball.

But it contained amazing power fluctuations.

A terrifying breath like a wild beast emanated from this small sphere.

It made Wang Mingyang on the side shudder, as if he was stared at by some giant.

"What is this?"

Wang Mingyang frowned slightly and stared at the blood-colored crystal ball.

With his current strength, his body trembled unconsciously.

It is conceivable how terrifying the original owner of this blood-colored crystal ball was!

"This is the source blood left by your Chinese ancestors."

"Only pure Chinese people can nourish and absorb it."

The blood-colored crystal ball slowly fell into Zi Mou's hands, and then handed it directly to Wang Mingyang.

But in his eyes, there was a feeling of relief.