Chapter 463: Mystery of the universe 1

A fuzzy and colorful world.
Wang Yiyang was suspended high in the sky, overlooking the vast ground below.
The earth was blood-red, and there were countless squirming bubbles, slowly leaving the ground, and evaporating towards the sky. When flying to a low place, it will automatically explode.
In this small universe, there is no life, only a huge blood-red ball at the center.
It looks like a planet, but it is much larger than a planet.
"Like a huge egg. The center is the yolk, and the surrounding is the egg white. Is this a legendary cosmic embryo?"
Wang Yiyang looked around curiously.
No one knew what the universe was like before it came into being.
Even if it is as strong as the phantom spider mother, it was only after the universe was born that it began to formulate rules for it.
"According to the method of the phantom spider mother, she originally considered an ordinary microcosmic embryo and strengthened it into a lower universe. So her own personality has also improved a lot."
"That is to say, if I can use my own methods to support a small universe into a higher universe like the evil spider mother, then I can also follow it to improve my personality."
Wang Yiyang knew it.
He suddenly understood why Pangu wanted to open the sky, why Sanqing wanted to establish a religion, and why many saints wanted to protect their own interests in the universe.
"After the holy place is given to the saint, it is not completely unrelated...It seems that the only exception is the outer god.
The Void Gods are the universal laws of the void that all universes master, so they will not be bound by a single universe. "
Wang Yiyang slowly combined various identity memories in his heart, and had ideas.
"Then, I can't be bound by a single universe, otherwise, if the universe is weak, I will also become weaker. It's no wonder that the sages of the prehistoric people have to plunder other cosmic resources and strengthen the prehistoric."
The stronger the universe, the stronger the holy position.
And the greater the merits of the saints to the universe, the greater the authority of the holy place they have obtained.
The two are cooperative relations.
"This is not the result I want. No matter how strong the saints in the universe are, they are only the roots of the universe.
Only the outer gods are truly free from things. Therefore, my goal this time is to comprehend the law of the void by manipulating the fate of the universe. "
Wang Yiyang is in charge of the identity system, so he can naturally choose a stronger and broader path of the Void Gods and Outer Gods.
Withdrawing his mind, Wang Yiyang began to carefully observe the huge red ball in front of him.
In the entire miniature universe, only this sphere exists.
It emits massive red bubbles all the time, and it seems to be gestating something.
Wang Yiyang thought for a moment, and slowly stretched out his hand, a tiny eternal thread appeared in his palm.
He gently tossed the silk thread towards the blood-colored ball.
Suddenly, the silk thread flew out, instantly submerged in the blood-colored sphere, and the other end was connected to his own hand.
"Okay, destiny connects us together. It's okay now." Wang Yiyang's eternal silk thread connects two things purely without a point, which connects the fate of the two together.
This is what Wang Yiyang discovered after using it several times.
"The development of the universe requires a variety of rules and orders. So...I can use eternal silk threads to weave rules, just like the phantom spider mother back then, to reproduce the original process."
But Wang Yiyang didn't want to do that. His purpose was not to strengthen and support a universe, but to observe the laws of the void exposed when the universe came and went.
Only the more primitive the universe is, can it truly reveal enough the mystery of the Void Law.
Because of this, Wang Yiyang didn't take any action, except after linking him with the fate of this miniature universe with eternal silk thread.
He didn't move anymore, but tried to hide his breath as much as possible, and then floated in the air to observe the changes of the blood-colored orb.
Anyway, the birth and death of the micro universe was only a moment, and he had adjusted his sensory perception to the same level as the micro universe, and he could stay here until the end.
Time flies quickly.
In an instant, ten years passed.
Fortunately, Wang Yiyang had the backup support of a prison of thought. He swallowed the entire sea of ​​belief in a small piece of high-level universe, and the psychic energy he obtained was enough for him to support this observation.
The miniature universe seems to have slowly changed.
Around the blood-colored sphere, black cracks began to appear.
These cracks are like black eye pupils, observing the cosmic sphere from all directions.
After the cracks appeared, nothing changed for the time being.
Wang Yiyang was not in a hurry, still hiding himself and continuing to observe.
The sleeping eyes of his own phantom spider mother had a rather powerful concealment effect. In addition, he is good at many systems, and in the rules of various systems, it is easy to summarize the methods to converge his own breath and existence.
Therefore, it may not be comparable to a very powerful concealed saint, but compared with the general concealment method, it is quite good.
Wang Yiyang continued to observe, while observing, carefully reviewing the memories of the major identities, in order to analyze the laws and rules of the universe where each identity was located.
Anyway, he has a lot of time at this time. Having consumed so much psionic energy, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to do anything?
Time continued to pass, and a hundred years passed in a blink of an eye.
Gradually, the bubbles around the blood-colored sphere began to decrease, and the black cracks around it began to increase.
Vaguely, Wang Yiyang seemed to begin to hear a little noise.
He tried to distinguish, but he didn't know what these sounds meant. They seem to have irregularities.
Soon, a thousand years have passed this time.
Wang Yiyang was obsessed with the long memory of the phantom spider mother, and didn't feel much.
But the Scarlet Orb gradually changed a little, and the sounds around it began to become louder and clearer.
And the large black cracks around them are getting more and more big.
The sound is transmitted from these cracks.
"No... these are not sounds... are messages..." Wang Yiyang suddenly noticed.
He floated gently to one of the cracks and looked in.
It was pitch black and there was nothing.
But a steady stream of information is swarming out from inside.
Wang Yiyang tried to accept these messages a little, but it was messy and unclear at all.
It seems to be a collection of fragments of many, many messages.
He continued to wait, and time continued to pass slowly.
This time, ten thousand years have passed.
There are more and more information in the microcosm. The noisy information around is like sound waves oscillating back and forth. They are constantly absorbed by the blood-colored sphere, hindered, and then rapidly decayed.
But such attenuation and absorption are far less than the information poured in by the cracks.
As a result, the information concentration in this cosmic space far exceeds that of any cosmic region that Wang Yiyang has ever seen.
Countless messages continue to accumulate.
Time continues to accumulate, one thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years...200 thousand years...
Wang Yiyang saw that there was more and more information in the space, denser and denser.
Gradually, the scarlet orb began to show cracks. And the surrounding dense and dense information gradually showed abnormal changes.
These messages slowly revealed the essential posture like silver mist.
"Message? Actually??"
Wang Yiyang was slightly startled.
He thought about many situations that might arise, but he didn't think about the scene before him.
Soon, the message of these silver mists became thicker and thicker.
They become flocculent and constantly float around.
Wang Yiyang continued to observe, and in a blink of an eye, another ten thousand years passed.
He adjusted his perception, reduced the consumption of psychic energy, and immediately the flow of time was much faster.
The flocculation around the blood-colored sphere gradually began to change color, and then was stained with a light red.
Wang Yiyang watched them gradually attach to the surface of the blood-colored sphere and merge with it.
"These flocculents are basically transformed by information, so where did the original cosmic blood-colored sphere come from? Is it possible that this is how it came?"
Wang Yiyang's heart jumped suddenly.
He quickly broke away from this miniature universe and withdrew the eternal silk thread. I found an earlier microcosm and flew into it.
In this miniature universe, the blood-colored sphere at the center is only the size of a fist.
Wang Yiyang was the same as last time. After entering, he found a place to hide.
He quietly observed and waited.
What makes him strange is that the blood-colored sphere the size of a fist, right under his eyelids, grows and grows slowly.
"No... Could it be that..." Wang Yiyang's heart suddenly moved.
He quickly adjusted his perception, expanding towards the frequencies and bands of the real world.
Soon, he entered the first level of the real world at the time of stars.
When he was in the Old God Universe, Wang Yiyang discovered that the frequency in the real world was actually traceable.
So this time, he just tried a few times and successfully entered the real world.
At the moment of successful perception adjustment.
Wang Yiyang suddenly felt the surrounding area sink and become dark.
He opened his eyes again and looked around.
What he saw this time shocked his heart.
In the real world of this universe, the blood-colored sphere is surrounded by large silver cracks.
A huge amount of silver mist flew out continuously from the countless silver cracks, which were attached to the blood-colored sphere, exactly the same as the situation in the last microcosm.
It's just that this scene is hidden in the real world.
"Could it be that..." Wang Yiyang stared at the swelling ball.
Suddenly he flew over, turning his body into black light, and slammed at the blood-colored ball.
Bang!
The scarlet orb that had just formed was fragile, but it was blown to pieces by a light touch by Wang Yiyang.
In the center of the large blood-colored fragments, there is a tiny silver light that constantly flickers, which is the core of the blood-colored sphere.
Wang Yiyang's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand to grasp, and accurately grasped the silver light.
puff!
Unfortunately, he caught a gap.
That silver light is actually not a substance, but is basically the same silver crack as the surroundings!
In other words, it is not a crack, but a silver round hole!
There was still a steady stream of silver mist flowing out of it.
Wang Yiyang grabbed his hand, and when he discovered the essence, he was taken aback.
In an instant, countless memories of his previous identity were connected in series.
Countless comprehensions and grasps of the rules have also been connected in series.
All in all, a complete and complete view of the universe has been rebuilt in an indescribable way.