Chapter 330 The Lord of Dark Prison Returns, Dual Domains!!

I remember it!!

I have seen this fisherman in the control room.

I have seen this fisherman on the deck.

I have seen this fisherman on the shore.

I am Yang Feng!!

My wife is Ying Shuang.

I am a sea explorer of Ocean Company!!

I am saving Su Manman and Jiang Lin, and watching Lao Hu being swallowed by a giant beast.

No!!

No!!

These memories are not real.

These memories have all been tampered with.

I am not a sea explorer of Ocean Company, but the general manager of Ocean Company.

My wife is Shen Mengyao, Ying Shuang is my president, Su Manman is my lover, and Jiang Lin is my apprentice.

No!!

No!!

These are also tampered memories.

These are not real either.

I am a corpse king in the end times. By chance, I kept my memory and became the supreme king, and my goal is... to destroy the entire human race!!

No.

None of it is right.

Layers of memories.

Layer upon layer of tampered false facts.

All are false, all are wrong, all are to deceive me.

Who am I! !

What is real! !

Yang Feng peeled off his memory, layer by layer, like an onion that was peeled endlessly, but he could not see the innermost truth.

At this time.

A touch of white mist seemed to appear around Yang Feng.

The mist produced a mirror, and the person in the mirror was his beloved lover.

Ying Shuang.

She is his wife.

She is his lover.

She is his lover.

Her identities are varied, and she always occupies an important position in his memories.

"Wife?"

Yang Feng asked doubtfully.

Ying Shuang shook her head.

Her image in the mirror kept changing, sometimes a scientist, sometimes a little girl, and sometimes an AI skin.

"King."

"Have you forgotten?"

"Once you were trapped in my layers of dreams."

Ying Shuang seemed to be helping Yang Feng recall that when she first met Yang Feng, she used dreams to trap him in a sanatorium.

Layers of dreams.

Sometimes it was a post-apocalyptic cool story.

Sometimes it was a rich man who was reborn in the city.

Sometimes it was a math problem extracted from two-dimensional space.

Sometimes it was the childhood image of Ying Shuang as a little girl.

That dream... was far from being comparable to the infinite snake's ten thousand layers of memory tampering, but the principle was the same, both affecting your judgment.

Blurring your memory.

Tampering with and distorting reality.

Hindering your cognition.

"I don't have much time."

"No one is trustworthy."

"Your memory may deceive you, think carefully about the three ultimate questions..."

Ying Shuang sped up his speech, and at this time some force was exerting pressure, and the infinite snake seemed to have discovered the intruder.

Crack! !

The glass formed by the white mist in Ying Shuang's dream became fragmented.

At the last moment, the broken glass shards formed a few lines of words.

[Who are you]

[Where are you from]

[Where are you going]

These are the three ultimate questions of philosophy. Every master of philosophy always has different explanations.

Yang Feng looked at these three questions and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Very familiar.

This question is very familiar.

He had answered it before. It seemed that he had spent endless years in a trial and recognized his true nature.

[Innocent]

Yang Feng raised his head suddenly and looked at the blurred face holding the fishhook.

I understand!!

This fisherman is not a person.

It is the existence of countless beliefs and the immortal who makes nests believed by countless fish monsters.

Why is its face blurred.

Those fish monsters looked up at the fishing humans from under the sparkling water, and the face they saw... was this look!!

Yes.

Its face is not a human face.

Its face is the face seen by the fish monsters.

"I understand."

"The face that my memory gave me is not my real face."

Yang Feng seemed to have sensed something, slowly closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

Just like the trial of [Six Senses Peeling], the three ultimate questions that I thought about in the endless void years.

I saw it!!

Yang Feng saw that he was wearing a ghost mask on his face.

Yang Feng saw that he was sitting on a huge throne.

Yang Feng saw that countless wronged souls and evil ghosts were kneeling down to him.

Yang Feng saw that in the endless dark and pure black hell, he had already become the king.

True self.

I am me.

No matter how the memory is tampered with, no matter how the reality is distorted, I am sitting on the throne of the endless black prison.

"These lines, the lines of cause and effect."

"Panlong Base, I killed too many people."

"Many people are afraid of me, many people respect me, many people worship me, and even regard me as a god."

Yang Feng's perception became more and more acute, and he even noticed the thread of cause and effect. Anyone who had contact with him had a faint thread entangled with him.

Many people worship themselves.

Their faith is like an anchor, marking which port Yang Feng is docked at.

Many wronged souls and evil ghosts are tortured in the black prison, and their evil thoughts and hatred are like a huge black cocoon wrapped around themselves.

"Yes."

"My traces cannot be erased."

"Even if my memory is tampered with, I am still me, existing in the real world."

Yang Feng's breath became more and more solid, his eyes became sharper, and an endless sense of power surged up.

I remembered it.

I remembered everything.

Yang Feng broke free from his restraints, and countless tampered memories were smashed to pieces like the emperor's new clothes.

"Hah!!"

He shouted violently.

Yang Feng completely broke through the shackles, his soul became purer, his consciousness became more condensed, and the power of the Dark Prison Lord was completely restored.

"It's my turn."

"The field is unfolding, the endless black prison!!"

Yang Feng's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the darkest and purest hell space unfolded in the sea of ​​life.

The surrounding deep sea space gradually changed.

On the endless and vast land, there was soft and bloody mud everywhere, and a river filled with crimson thick slurry flowed, and gurgling bubbles kept surging up.

Skulls became a mountain.

A sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Countless hideous and terrifying evil spirits crawled out of the river of sticky liquid, emitting terrifying and shrill screams.

They suffered from all kinds of pain and torture. Each monster was extremely deformed, with its stomach ripped open and its head broken, crawling in the dark.

"Domain expansion, second layer, Molten Hell!!"

Yang Feng shouted again, and actually expanded the second layer of space. Above the darkest black prison, sulfur breath gushed out, the earth cracked, and hot magma flowed out.

Super volcanoes erupted.

Countless wronged souls and evil spirits suffered even more tragic torture.

Roar, roar, roar! !

A dragon roar went straight into the sky.

A giant dragon burning with dazzling white flames swam from the sky.

It was the Molten Dragon King, who was also Zero who ascended the throne! !

On the other side.

A double-layer domain wrapped around a sea floating in the air! !

A spectacle.

This is a spectacle that cannot be described in words.

The Infernal Hell, the Molten Hell, the dual realms are burning with darkness, and the deep sea is floating in the sky.

An incredibly huge catfish is swimming in the ocean, and it is the mutated Infinite Snake!!