Chapter 200 It Is the Truth, Its Name Is Chaos

"Greenskins, incredible."

Yan Ruyu looked at the greenskins in front of her. In just a few days, they changed from ordinary greenskins to greenskins with the cultivation level of Dao Palace. It was very exaggerated.

For normal cultivators, it takes a few years or even decades to reach this level.

However, for the greenskins, it only took a few days, and it was a group improvement. The entire tribe was at this "cultivation level", as if the floor line was the Dao Palace realm.

"They can't practice, but evolve and adapt to the "cultivation realm". Has this become normal..."

Not knowing what the answer was, Yan Ruyu concentrated and looked inward at the sea of ​​suffering that had changed.

Yan Ruyu's sea of ​​suffering was no longer the sea of ​​suffering she had opened up through her practice, nor was it a simple Dao seed.

The original wheel sea realm had four levels: the sea of ​​suffering, the life spring, the divine bridge, and the other shore. Now, all of this has become an ordinary "sea of ​​suffering".

The sea water is boundless, and the divine self lives in it, walking forward, not knowing where the directions are.

Divine power condensed, born from the thousands of waves of the bitter sea, the luster was like the rising sun, illuminating the world and piercing the netherworld.

Yan Ruyu clenched her fingers and could feel herself getting stronger.

"Dao Palace, the rest of the secret realms have disappeared."

Carefully feeling the changes in her body, Yan Ruyu also understood what had happened to the method of cultivation.

——The world is like the bitter sea, there is no end.

Every person in the universe is struggling to cross the bitter sea, and this struggle is not only the external universe, but also the bitter sea within oneself.

From the bitter sea to the other shore, this seems to be a new method of cultivation, and the original one has been "covered".

"New method, could it be Ye Fan?"

Ye Fan's thoughts determine everything, so if it is really because Ye Fan has another understanding of cultivation, resulting in the method of cultivation in this universe is no longer the road to immortality in the five secret realms, but the self-sublimation of crossing the bitter sea, then... it is really possible that this change will occur.

Yan Ruyu clenched her white fingers, her eyes solemn, if this is really the case, then Beidou will usher in a fusion storm.

After thinking for a while, Yan Ruyu changed the direction and followed the guidance of the substitute to a forest.

She took a deep breath and said in the direction of her intuition: "Chaos Lord."

"...What's the matter?" Bai Mo's figure appeared, but this time it was not the original Chaos Lord, but a mass of white light.

"Is it because of Ye Fan?"

Yan Ruyu didn't waste any words and asked directly: "Ye Fan caused everything that happened now."

"That's right."

"What are the consequences?"

"...No consequences."

Bai Mo said creepy words in a normal tone.

"The universe is a painting, and now, it is drawing a new painting."

"So, what about us?"

Yan Ruyu "understood" Bai Mo's consciousness and asked directly about the consequences and costs.

"Reincarnation, everything is the same as before."

The damned powerful is still powerful, the strong is still strong, and the world is still ruled by the world. Nothing has changed.

"...The heavy reality and the change of cultivation method are the precursors of all this."

"You are right. When he finishes his journey to the west to preach, he will start over completely."

When a painting is completed, the "painting" under this painting will naturally be covered.

Yan Ruyu nodded, and after getting this answer, she flew towards Ye Fan.

She was not the first person to find Bai Mo. Many people who noticed the bug because of the change of cultivation method found Bai Mo.

"So, this Journey to the West drama is really colorful." Bai Mo shook his head.

Ye Fan's journey to the west to preach, to become Sanzang, to pass down the words of various schools of thought, to change the root disaster of this universe, and the rotten ideas and concepts that exist because of the monks.

Yan Ruyu and those who found Bai Mo hope to take this Noah's Ark to the next era, eager to survive the natural disaster covered by the painting curtain.

"But I am one of them. The truth is long and difficult."

Raising his head slightly, Bai Mo looked at the rotten starry sky above his head and the stars with pus, and smiled.

Using the Emperor System given by Ye Fan as a fulcrum, the bugs existing in the world as a fulcrum at one end, and these monks involved as a force, then...

"I can pry the future."

All this also has a price.

Looking directly at Ye Fan, this is the pollution of the indescribable evil god that is inevitable even if the memory is cut off again and again.

Because of Ye Fan's pollution, Pangbo has become a monster that looks intact, but is actually not a human being at all.

Gandalf has changed from a wisp of Bai Mo's clone to the current incarnation of the universe war because of Ye Fan's pollution.

Because of Ye Fan's pollution, the plot of the Qing Emperor's cemetery can be described in a completely different word from the original.

...The pollution of the indescribable evil god can make the contact person unconsciously become another "person".

Even if it is still the same will and thought, the same rational thought, the soul and body have not changed, but for the painting created by Ye Fan, it will lose the possibility.

It's like a spectator who jumped out of the chess game was pulled into the chessboard and became a chess piece in the chess game.

"…………This is the price." Bai Mo sighed.

If you want to gain knowledge, you must pay the price of learning; if you want to be strong, you must pay the price of exercise; if you want to grow up and become an adult, you must pay the price of time... If you want to see your destiny, you must face the ultimate.

…………

Ji Haoyue panted, he looked at the monk who was thrown away beside him, and sat on the ground weakly, holding the tree trunk.

Fighting, cool.

In this environment, Beidou, the grass on the roadside might jump up and slap you twice.

You can see fighting madmen everywhere, shouting hope and future, and then burning their lives and fighting with absolute will.

Ji Haoyue really can't accept all this.

Cultivation should be that fellow Taoists talk about the world, discuss Taoism with each other, fight and compete, and compare magical powers... plus closed-door cultivation, and go out for experience.

"Finally, I got rid of them."

"Who did you get rid of."

"..." Ji Haoyue's nerves reflexed, and before he could react, he directly took a fighting posture and released magical powers in the direction of the sound in front of him.

24 hours a day, in addition to fighting, Ji Haoyue has trained instinctive reactions.

Compared with his initial strength, he can kill people indiscriminately and kill them in one move.

"Fight?"

At this time, Ji Haoyue reacted and looked at the white light in front of him. He was relieved to make sure that it was not a crazy fighter.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Just an ordinary ■■."

……… Ji Haoyue looked from head to toe and asked directly: "Ordinary people, are there such ordinary people?"

"Of course there are, am I not?"

"What do you want?"

The white light trembled slightly, and then displayed a series of words.

"Do you want to know the truth of the world? Do you want to live truly?"

"Who are you?" Ji Haoyue ignored this question and directly asked the identity of the white light in front of him.

"I am Chaos, who always walks by your side with a smile on my face. ■■■■■■ says hello to you~!"