Chapter 569: Descendants of the Barbarians
Under the World Tree, Yi Chun stared into the void.
Endless voices rang in his ears. Although he seemed to be slacking off, he was actually dealing with problems in multiple threads.
Because Yi Chun had been away for too long - at least for ordinary people, it was indeed a very long time.
And based on Yi Chun's extension of the endless timeline, the accumulation of related matters has made Yi Chun have some subtle thoughts of giving up...
Even though Yi Chun did not invest too much energy in the power network.
But as a powerful existence at the multiverse level.
Just by existing, it will attract matter like a nebula, and after a long period of accumulation, it will eventually transform into an extremely large star!
What's more, in a sense, Yi Chun, who has the labels of Eastern civilization and Taoism and already has a certain reputation in the multiverse, has inevitably become one of the "face" figures of this huge faction in the multiverse.
To put it inappropriately, just like the leaders of all illegal collective organizations among the people, they have some kind of regional attribute such as "big boss".
After the people related to Eastern civilization encountered all kinds of bad luck and had no way out.
Yi Chun became one of their few choices.
Yi Chun is not in charge of everything - he mostly does not interfere in the disputes within civilization.
Of course, there are occasional exceptions...
In the Emerald Dream
"You want power?"
"That's not an easy thing to do..."
Yi Chun turned into a lazy orange cat and said so while staring at the young man in front of him.
"Especially for you..."
The orange cat stood up slowly, and the boy took a step back unconsciously.
Even though there was no strange vision, he still felt that the other party was like a different cat...
The originally lazy and gentle look faded, and an indescribable thing appeared in the other person's seemingly ordinary eyes.
Even the most ordinary gaze made him feel tremendous pressure.
This was certainly not the power of a superior that those dogs and slaves talked about. The young man felt that this was what he was chasing after :
It is a power that does not rely on any external materials or conditions, that is: the purest power!
Even if it was just a small clone, a simple gaze from him was enough to make his hair stand on end with such terrifying power!
They were right, this guy was indeed a powerful evil god...
The boy thought silently in his heart.
He was somewhat frightened, but rather than being devoured by the evil god, he was more afraid that he and his family would be enslaved and ravaged.
The way that mortal beings torture other mortal beings is not necessarily any more merciful than that of evil gods.
They just don't have the all-powerful power of the evil gods.
If that's the case, then what's wrong with selling your soul to the evil god?
The young man thought so while suppressing the fear that instinctively arose in his heart.
"That's different, kid."
The orange cat suddenly spoke, which startled the boy.
He quickly gathered his thoughts, trying to prevent the other party from probing his thoughts through this immature method.
The boy gradually began to feel that everything was developing in a direction that he could not control.
Is this the price of trying to contact the evil god?
"The mortals you hate are only mortals after all."
The orange cat did not make a fuss. It just glanced at the boy and said lightly.
"They will get sick, grow old, and die. They will encounter all the misfortunes of the world. They will lose their parents and suffer unexpected events."
"When time takes away everything from them, beneath the cold horizon, they will also be tortured and played with by evil spirits."
"But the evil god will permeate your entire life from now on."
"Not even death can snatch you from His hands..."
"He will corrupt your mind, rot your body, and cause you to sink into endless depravity in this dark world..."
"The gods are not invincible, but you can't treat them lightly."
The orange cat licked his fangs, thought about a certain stubborn werewolf king, and added:
"Besides, some of them are not that smart."
"This means that you may have to endure a stupid ruler for an endless amount of time..."
After hearing what the orange cat said, the boy was stunned. Aren’t you the evil god?
Then, the next moment, I was hit on the back of my head from somewhere.
"hiss."
While in pain, the boy only vaguely saw a fleeting orange light ...
"Come to think of it, you don't quite meet the criteria for the power I grant you."
The orange cat walked slowly, circling the boy, staring at him and speaking slowly.
Just when the boy's heart tightened, the orange cat stopped.
"Perhaps, I can enlighten you with wisdom that will be enough to make you a famous scholar in the local area."
The orange cat said so.
"Scholars? When the light of sword and fire shines on their library, they will only bury their heads in fear and expose their white buttocks!"
The boy scoffed.
The orange cat wagged its tail noncommittally, then paused and said:
"Perhaps, I can grant you the destiny of kingship, which will allow you to become the supreme ruler who controls the destiny of others under the power of the times."
"Then what's the difference between me and those damn bastards!"
"Scum who enslaved the people for their own selfish desires! Pah! There is no such thing as a clean scepter. They should all be hung in the crater of Rosendal to die in the sun!"
The young man said in a muffled voice.
He probably wanted to get angry, but he knew that even if the guy in front of him was not an evil god, he was at least of the same level as him...
In fact, it may be even higher.
A fellow of the same level wouldn't say something like that...
The orange cat stopped, and the boy seemed to see a look of reminiscence on its furry face.
Of course, the boy didn't know whether this was his illusion.
After all, no matter how you look at it, a cat's face is just a furry mass, with no expression at all...
"The influence of blood does exist, even if it is from another generation."
The orange cat suddenly said so.
Just when the young man was confused and ready to ask a question.
He saw the overwhelming orange color, and the next moment, he lost consciousness in his dream...
"That guy actually ran away from the Federation."
"It even combined with a mortal being and left offspring..."
Yi Chun gazed at the boy who was gradually returning to the material world and the claw mark on his forehead, and thought somewhat subtly.
If the boy's grandfather was not a dream being in some sense and had some connection with Yi Chun, he would never have been able to enter Arnold's Emerald Dream through a simple prayer.
Manghuang Gang...
A name that even Yi Chun felt was quite distant, and it could be traced back to his time in the Federation.
It's a pity that the only thing that can be connected to their concepts now is their remaining bloodline...
