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"Not good!"

"Something happened to the Pavilion Master!"

Yan Xing woke up from his retreat, stood up suddenly, and after a moment of careful perception, his expression became solemn.

In order to ensure the connection with the Pavilion Master, and also as a precaution, he added something to the original leaf, a specially modified flesh and blood particle, which was integrated into the Pavilion Master's origin.

Just now, he lost the perception of the particle, which means that the Pavilion Master encountered a fatal crisis and may even be dead.

"I hope it's not too late."

Yan Xing looked around, and after swallowing a lot, the fragmented world in the time tomb was still endless. He noticed that this thing was being bred and born in the void at all times, and at his current consumption rate, he could not swallow it all in a short time.

"I am not short of energy now, but the time here is abnormal, and I really can't stay any longer."

"Let's decide later!"

Pressing his thoughts, Yan Xing immediately stopped self-destruction, stretched out his hand and lightly touched his eyebrows, concentrating his mind, and the silver-white light slowly enveloped his body.

"Let me see if the talent after the transformation and evolution is fundamentally different."

The biggest improvement in this operation is the [Time Traveler] talent, and time and space jump is an extension of the talent, and the strengths of the two complement each other.

Instinct tells him that as long as his mind is focused enough, he can roughly lock the range of the jump.

"Come and go freely·Time and space jump!"

Buzz--

Between the birth and death of the light, Yan Xing disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace of space fluctuations on the spot, just like the jump in the outside world.

In the eyes of the main brain and others, the extremely terrifying time tomb with only one way in and out still cannot hinder Yan Xing, indicating that the power level of the [Time Traveler] talent is extremely high.

A silver-white light flashed, and Yan Xing's vision was restored. He was already in a white world, and his robes instantly turned into nothingness.

"Did it succeed?! This, this is..."

Yan Xing looked happy. He had only one thought in his mind just now, that is, to jump to the entrance of the time tomb, that is, outside the palace.

Seeing the familiar pure white mist in front of him, he was shocked. It seemed that he was only half successful. This level of mist only existed in the ruins, which meant that he should still be in the Demon Heaven Ruins, but the position was slightly off.

This was already a great improvement.

After becoming familiar with the ability, he could gradually correct this deviation.

The white mist space was hard to come by, and his fortune came from this place. After a little hesitation, Yan Xing did not choose to leave. The Pavilion Master's matter had already happened, whether good or bad, there was no time to lose.

"This may be the deepest part of the Demon Heaven Ruins. The rat has been wandering in the ruins for many years, and maybe he can recognize where this is."

Thinking of this, Yan Xing did not move rashly. In a moment of thought, he took the rat out of the hell dimension.

"Squeak--"

The rat's eyes suddenly widened, his heart palpitated, and his hair exploded. The moment it came into contact with the pure white mist, the beautiful hair was instantly melted and was about to erode the flesh and blood.

"Master! Save me!!"

It's over, I'm really dead this time.

This old bastard is really the same as Wu Hou Mu Lun. It hasn't been long since he can't wait to kill it.

"Huh?"

Yan Xing frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the rat was not immune to the pure white mist. At the critical moment, he quickly shook his blood and qi, and a blood mist barrier appeared in his palm, covering the rat and isolating it from the pure white mist outside.

"Huh! Huh!"

"It's so close, it's almost..."

The rat collapsed instantly, its skin had melted away, revealing scarlet muscle tissue. If it was a moment later, it would be gone.

"Master, what are you doing?! If you want the rat to die, just say it, there's no need to make such an effort!"

"Ahem, sorry, it's my mistake."

Looking at the rat's resentful eyes, Yan Xing's eyes flashed with embarrassment. It was indeed his inconsiderateness.

"You once said that you were immune to the pitch-black fog, so I thought..."

"Master, are you saying this is also a kind of fog?!"

The rat was startled, and instantly came to life. The flesh and blood on its body moved, and the hair on its skin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, this white fog is superior to the pitch-black fog. Haven't you encountered it before?"

Yan Xing nodded. He now understood that although the rat was a creature from prehistoric civilization, it could not go to every place in the ruins. Even the absolute forbidden area shrouded by pure white fog could not be set foot on it.

"I haven't seen it." The rat looked solemn and said slowly: "The strongest fog I have encountered is the pitch-black color. It lingers in the passages between the ruins, and it is very thin, only a few strands, and most of it is purple."

"Master, are you not afraid of this terrifying thing?"

The rat opened his mouth wide, and only then did he react. He looked up and down at the naked Yan Xing, and did not see any traces of the activation of treasures and magical powers. It seems that he only relies on physical defense?

"Didn't I say that? My methods are beyond your imagination."

Yan Xing didn't want to go into more details on this topic. He shook his head and walked into the depths of the fog.

"Come on, since you are here, let's explore this place."

After all, the rat is a life form of prehistoric civilization. Maybe it can awaken its memory when it sees something familiar.

"Okay, okay, master, you have to be careful. I just tried my best to resist the fog for a moment. If it happens again, I will definitely die!"

The rat shrank its head and curled up its small body in the blood mist as much as possible. Beyond this thin blood color, a wisp of white fog can take its life.

After walking for a while, a dark wall blocked the way ahead, which seemed to be the end of this place.

"So small?"

Surprise flashed in Yan Xing's eyes. This white fog space was much smaller than the one in the ruins of creation.

Without thinking too much, he turned around and changed direction, and continued to explore forward along the dark wall.

This kind of white fog space completely isolates perception, and you can only rely on sight to witness it with your own eyes.

After walking through several platforms and climbing several stairs, the fog in front gradually became thinner. Yan Xing's heart was shocked. With previous experience, he immediately understood that he was about to reach the core of this place.

"What are these?"

Yan Xing was stunned. What he saw in front of him was not the pile of saints' corpses as he had imagined, but just a few simple chairs with strange shapes and a semicircular platform, which was made up of many strange instruments.

Not to mention the saints' corpses, this place was clean and there was not even a hair.

"Zi Shu, do you know this place?"

"No."

Zi Shu shook his head blankly and looked up. The white mist in the distance was floating, revealing a vague corner of the dark wall at the end.

"Huh? Master, look quickly, there seems to be something on the wall!"

Yan Xing looked closely and it was true. It seemed to be a pattern and text. He quickly walked around the semicircular platform and walked forward. After crossing the barrier of the mist, the dark wall at the end suddenly came into view clearly.

"The Battleship of the Universe, Truth?"

The man and the rat looked at each other and saw each other's confusion. They both knew the Origin Divine Scripture. At the top of the dark wall, the largest line of words was written, which was [Battleship of the Universe·Truth].

"What is the Battleship of the Universe?"

"I don't understand."

Yan Xing shook his head and moved his eyes. He saw a strange pattern under the words. It was outlined by simple lines, and there were densely packed dots inside, like a three-dimensional analysis diagram of something.

One of the dots was larger than the others and was red. There was an arrow extending from the red dot, connecting to a paragraph of text in the blank space of the dark wall.

『Truth, time restart control center, battleship status refresh criteria and standards...』

『Time restart log...』

『Executive handover process...』

『Precautions...』

"Time restart control center? Could it be that..."

Yan Xing's heart trembled, his pupils suddenly shrank like a needle tip, he slowly turned around, and looked at those strange instruments with a dull look.

Could it be that...

Yan Xing's expression kept changing, he stepped forward like crazy, stuck close to the wall, stretched out his finger and pressed on the red dot, taking it as the center, measuring the surrounding small dots. Tianlai Novel Network

Only when I got closer did I find that there were thin lines connecting these densely packed dots, as if they were connecting channels.

"Master! Master! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Zi Shu looked terrified. As Yan Xing's expression changed, the blood mist barrier also fluctuated, as if it would collapse at any time. Although there was not much mist here, it was enough to take its life.

"So that's it! So that's it!"

"I understand, I understand everything..."

Yan Xing murmured, lost in thought.

"This should be the ruins of creation, that is, the command center of the Truth, right?"

Yan Xing's fingertips slid and slowly pressed on the center of the pattern, a pure white, largest white dot.

"The battleship of the heavens, melting the heavens and the worlds into one ship, what a battleship of the heavens, what a Truth!!"

"Is this the true face of the world?!"

"It turns out that our world is just a battleship, a battleship of the heavens..."

Yan Xing's expression returned to calm, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Haha, hahaha, it's really interesting!"

"No wonder, no wonder, the timeline is so easy to cover, completely ignoring the grandmother paradox!"

"The root is here! Hehe!"

Looking at the crazy Yan Xing, the rat secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, curled up and trembled slightly, not understanding what happened at all.

Why just a pattern made the owner crazy.