Chapter 464: Those intertwined destinies

"You have swallowed up a part of space and are digesting it..."

"You successfully absorbed that space, and you gained a certain amount (17.3%) of size growth."

"Your current physical data is: height 675 meters..."

"Please note: The space you devoured has extremely chaotic and distorted limited properties. You have gained a lot of chaotic tilt from this devouring event."

Yi Chun did not open his eyes, but his divine consciousness had already read the prompt information transmitted by the comprehensive network.

The chaotic tilt is as it should be, the twisting void is not so easy to swallow.

Now, the aura on Yi Chun exudes an indescribable intense chaos.

This would lead to unimaginable distortions in normal rational life.

First there is confusion on the mental level, and then there is transformation on the physical level.

In the end, the entire existence will be corrupted towards the endless chaos corresponding to the Chaos Void.

Even among the extraordinary professions, only dark professions such as sorcerers are relatively involved.

The vast majority of extraordinary people would not be willing to come into contact with this most primitive kind of violent chaos.

After knowing all this, Yi Chun still chose to devour the twisting void because he had already had a plan for it.

The original chaos is also the origin of all things...

But that’s something for later.

Yi Chun gathered his diffuse consciousness and focused his thoughts on the current progress.

Normally speaking, considering the size of the space he is currently swallowing up at one time.

He needs to do this for at least a month to digest it completely.

But through the authority of the dream master, Yi Chun accelerated the flow of time for himself.

This time acceleration, which is independent of itself, has no substantial effect on Dachun, which needs to interact with the multiverse for information in order to grow.

The digestive properties of wine can take effect directly.

It is worth mentioning that the gods that were previously devoured by the Yuan-devouring Beast had already been digested during Yi Chun’s long period of training in the transformation of all things.

Yi Chun naturally rejected the authority held by those gods.

They returned to the plane to which they originally belonged.

In the process, Yi Chun gained a total of 3 points of divinity.

Yi Chun put it into the knowledge elements he had already mastered.

This means that he can gain more from knowledge sources such as Dachun's inheritance.

As for the bear's authority...

Yi Chun has not yet considered investing more divinity.

After all, it has its limitations.

What's more, Yi Chun had never considered converting to belief in God.

Although Yi Chun only masters the basic elements of knowledge, it is a bit of a waste to use it to carry divinity.

This is because the power of elements alone cannot be transformed into divine power like complete authority.

But Yi Chun didn't care about this.

"Not enough..."

Yi Chun felt his current maximum size, and his divine consciousness calculated quickly.

With its current size, it can only roll itself into a planet-shaped ball and then barely shrink back.

Fortunately, the twisting void where the Burning Legion's base camp is located is indeed large enough...

…

The players of the Emerald Camp know that their own Transmogrifier Lord has started to cause trouble recently.

They all looked at the refreshed prompts on the faction panel about the continued deterioration of relations with the Burning Legion faction and fell into deep thought.

They are already mortal enemies, how can things get worse?

However, they did not know what their Lord of Transformation had done.

Because in the area where the players are fighting the Burning Legion, no new movements have been found.

The twisting void is not a place where a group of transmogrifiers would set foot.

After all, in the eyes of the vast majority of transmogrification parties.

The illusions produced by that damn place are somewhat contrary to the aesthetics of intelligent life.

Those who appreciate this are basically certain that they have encountered some indescribable existence not long ago.

"Why can a guy named: Lord of Transfiguration chase the Burning Legion hammer..."

A newbie who just joined asked in confusion.

"Newcomer?"

An old player passing by glanced at him and asked uncertainly.

"ha."

The newbie nodded.

"Then you have to remember this: there is a good saying among us."

"The less you wear, the higher your armor; the pinker you wear, the harder you hit."

The veteran players imparted their experiences earnestly.

The newbie nodded, and the old player left with satisfaction.

Conversations like this happen on many occasions.

So far, the camp of the Emerald Elder has become a large force with tens of thousands of online players.

However, more than 80 percent of them are "casual players" with relatively low combat effectiveness.

But it is this part of players that accounts for a larger proportion in the player communication group.

The serious online players who are pursuing power are all in the dungeons or battlefields.

Only when I have a break occasionally will I go to places like the Multiverse Trading Center to hang out.

Just like in many gaming forums on Fanwu, the number of cloud players is not even less than that of normal game players.

As a result, the players on the Zongwang began to truly understand the existence of this person who was teased as the Lord of Transformation...

Meanwhile, somewhere in the multiverse

"Abby, I think I found a good place for you."

On the blood-stained battlefield, the man waved the hammer in his hand that was still oozing with brown slime.

The air around was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and the strange fishy smell of liquid mixed with the result of the rupture of living organisms.

Death and wailing paint a picture that looks like hell.

The child next to the man was staring at all this in amazement.

There was no fear, no excitement, she just stood blankly beside the man, staring into the distance with empty eyes.

The man wiped his hands on his armor, which was a tactical way of washing his hands.

Then, he touched the boy's forehead, half squatted down, stared at the boy and said slowly:

"Son, I know what you've been through."

"I'm not going to tell you to be thankful for the so-called suffering like those weaklings do."

"But that is something that you, I, and all other life cannot escape."

"You have to become strong to face it - both mentally and physically."

The man stared at the twisted scar on the boy's shoulder.

Those were the destructive scars left behind by the evil power of the devil.

"Remember it, and then... destroy it."