Chapter 781 The Birth of “Wan Yi”
Resardin didn't have much means.
Even if there were, for an existence that could penetrate directly into the depths of the etheric sea with just a single disaster, those methods would be just rubbish that would be difficult to reach such a stage.
Resardin and his friends single-handedly cultivated the "self" time spectrum of the most powerful disaster at the time. Even so, many complicated preparations were required to act in the etheric sea.
And Wan Yi came in just like that, as relaxed and comfortable as going for a swim in the swimming pool near home.
Of course he was damaged, and the many clones that were consumed are not non-existent.
But, for "Wan Yi", it really doesn't matter.
Facing Wan Yi, an existence full of unknowns and beyond common sense, Resadin seemed to be looking directly at the existence sinking at the bottom of the etheric sea.
Chaos and disorder from the chaotic void.
It's just that that existence was born in chaos and died in order and concepts, while Wanyi was born in order and concepts, and moved all the way towards the essence of chaos.
He didn't know it, but he had been unintentionally slowing down his own progress, allowing himself to stay in the realm of order for a moment longer.
Resadin came into contact with Wan Yi's existence at the earliest, but he never took action against Wan Yi earlier because he was afraid of this.
That power makes it impossible for Wan Yi to truly die at any time, and any blow will accelerate Wan Yi's sublimation in an unknown direction, which is irreversible.
Torture at the Third Institute.
The embarrassment when facing disaster for the first time.
Interact with the spectrums.
People of different calamities greet each other.
The self is differentiated in different forms, but it reaches the same goal through different paths.
And finally, during this period of time, Resadin accelerated the shattering of the world and forced Wan Yi to do it.
Human beings have such a simple and straightforward term to describe such a mysterious and unknown existence that may have various forms, unstable moods, and possess great power that cannot be understood and accurately described——
god.
Even for strong people with extreme differences in strength, people will still call them "gods" without hesitation.
But the savagery and primitiveness in the heart of the human heart always leaves an unknown dark corner to that incomprehensible "god" that cannot be easily summarized as "powerful".
It can be said that he is a "god" that goes beyond human imagination and concepts.
However, even if the "divine fetus" in front of him is slightly conscious, he still has not seen his true nature.
But it is already in bud, and the "life" in the pupa is beginning to stir and is about to "transform."
Right here where it all started.
There is only one thing that Resadin can rely on, and that is the ether sea beneath him.
Boom!
On the surface of the etheric sea, the originally slow and rhythmic waves suddenly began to become turbulent. There was no flow of air, and naturally there was no wind. The etheric sea only existed with this illusion of containing all things.
Then, it turned into spiral light pillars that led straight to the sea and the sky.
Continuous waves rose high and covered Wan Yi's figure.
Wan Yi just grinned and raised his hand.
boom!
The sea water covered his figure.
Boom!
Then it exploded, with water splashing everywhere, and countless Wan Yi figures appeared, rushing towards the surroundings one after another.
Wan Yi opened his hands like a show, then slowly closed them, covering his face with his hands, lowering his head and bending over, his body curled up slightly, but he quickly raised his head again, leaned back suddenly, and knelt directly on the ground.
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!" Loud laughter began to echo.
But mixed in with all the noisy sounds of Wanyi, it seems to have no sense of existence.
Even if something exists all the time, but I don't realize it, there is no difference between it and non-existence.
Like some remote and inconspicuous talent.
He had established a relationship with the Ether Sea early on, but because it was always just a glimpse, he could rarely feel it as closely as he did now.
The broken world is endless, and the etheric sea can fill the entire world.
And "Wanyi" is filling the etheric sea.
Wan Yi's ether is growing.
The abnormality in the stage, the high performance of the avatar, the chaotic Wanyi network, the pure power that can be elevated at any time, and the supreme power is at your fingertips.
"Shadows of Me" is also beyond the specifications that cannot be explained.
It is a form of existence that is inaccessible even to “all the selves”.
The real writer sought by the theater.
I see.
A new chaotic consciousness wandering in the conceptual world of order and chaos needs a relatively orderly existence that can carry itself into form.
As the most powerful disaster at that time and closest to the core of the etheric sea, "all of us" even mastered the "primary ether" at the source of the etheric sea, which is very suitable. It's just that when the "self" got to that point, too many external modifications were involved, and it was already a "finished product", and the personality reversal in the later period even lowered the degree of compatibility.
The next adaptable bearer is "Shadows of Self".
When the "all selves" failed and died, the lost thing stood up in the shadow of the theater, blank and pure, deeply attracting the chaotic consciousness.
But the "shadow" is inherently incomplete, a suitable template, but not a truly perfect container.
In the world of order and concepts, a real expresser and executor is needed to carry this container and this consciousness.
Among all the "person" fragments, select the person with the highest fitness.
The sprout was reborn, crawled out from the placenta of the corpse, and stood up in confusion.
Wan Yi stood outside the golden circle, looking at the towering city wall in front of him, hazy and confused, and then followed the flow of people and walked towards the gate of the golden circle.
The detector alarm sounds——
…
The object in the womb of an alien god, the newborn divine fetus conceived in death, the shadow left by the "self" in the theater, a mediocre and special "traveler".
It constitutes the "all things" that stand here now.
His power is similar but different from this world.
Ether, deep ether, the initial ether, the "illogical" derived from it, and the thousands of energies derived from the "illogical" again.
neither.
If we really want to describe it, Wan Yi's power at this time should be more complete and closer to the original ether of "god". Or should we call it: the final ether.
he can.
Swallow the entire world with your own power!
In Resardin's cloudy and shocking eyes, Wan Yi's numbers were increasing. From the beginning, they could only barely block the Ether Sea, then they began to pour back into the Ether Sea, and then they began to invade the Ether Sea.
Wan Yi's proliferation rate is getting faster and faster, and the final ether in the body continues to expand, shrink, and expand again, and finally achieves an overall continuous increase.
At first, the ether fought against the burning ether sea, but as a fragmentary remnant of the past, how could it compete with the true God who had begun to break free from his chrysalis shell?
The golden-red color began to rise on Wan Yi's body, his pupils shone with golden light, and his irises turned bright red.
Wan Yi released his hands covering his face and embraced the world again.
The pure red of the ether at first has been squeezed by the densely packed figures.
Time has become meaningless. It doesn't matter how long it has passed. The ether sea in front of Resadin is disappearing and being replaced by something else.
The threads on his body that connected him to the etheric sea tightened one by one, and then broke.
He was suspended high in the sky and suddenly fell to the ground in an embarrassed state.
But he still moved his body desperately, turned his face sideways, and looked at the ether sea that was swallowed up by the sea of people.
He wanted to see with his own eyes the outcome of his failure.
…
The dull face slowly returned to normal, looking at the light red sky, Resadin felt his tranquility in the noisy human voices that were more noisy than the tide of the etheric sea.
Suddenly, Wan Yi's face appeared from the field of view, blocking his view of the sky: "Good fight."
"Are you making fun of me?" Resadin's breath was weak.
"Even if it's my one-man show, your performance as an audience member is acceptable. At least you have some discernment." Wan Yi smiled proudly.
"Audience..." Resadin couldn't help but blinked, "I have been working hard for this stage, but in the end I can only be an audience?"
"I also want to be an audience member, but you are the ones who lifted me to this stage." Wan Yi's smile faded and he said lightly.
"Oh, the choice of the protagonist in a script is often based on compatibility. And you are just the most suitable one." Resadin was a little gloating.
"Now that we have matched our answers, what do you think of your score?"
"I failed..." Resadin almost muttered to himself, but in the end, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at Wan Yi: "What about you?"
Hearing this, Wan Yi grinned, showing his white teeth and smiled heartily: "Of course I get full marks, because I am also the one who graded the exam."
"That's it..."
Resadin closed his eyes: "Then go and reveal it."
After saying that, he tilted his head and his whole body collapsed completely.
Wan Yi was silent for a moment, only to feel that the voices in his mind had reached an unprecedented scale and were noisy. However, he remained calm and composed, strolling on the avenue of ribbons that had turned into gold.
The crowd of Wan Yi below the streamer was still noisy, and now it was really more than even the fox Wan Yi could finish.
Wan Yi ignored the various sounds and walked along.
Finally, we came to the end of the streamer.
The quaint-style theater sits quietly in front of you, waiting for his arrival.
Ending tomorrow.