The Lord of Reincarnation

"I have lived too long. I have witnessed the origin and demise of many worlds, and the rise and fall of countless races. In the eternal river, only novel and interesting things can give me a sense of comfort... …”

The god of everything said in a chant tone: "The master of alchemists, the master of calamity, the god of immortality... I will witness your wonderfulness..."

"Witness wonderful?"

Fang Xian sneered: "Could it be that you set up that trap before, so that I was almost replaced, it was just a game, for fun?"

"That's it... If under my influence, that clone can replace the main body, it will be a different kind of wonderful..."

As soon as the god of all things said, he was submerged by a layer of black and blue ocean.

Countless tentacles spread over, tearing him into countless pieces, constantly wearing away.

"I am one, and I am ten thousand, and I have countless incarnations..."

Fang Xian easily wiped out this incarnation, but heard the voice of the god of all things echoing: "You have to be careful with me, because I don't know that at some point, I will give you a small gift..."

"Noisy!"

The next moment, the sea was turbulent, completely obliterating the last reverberation.

Fang Xian stood in the reincarnation of Daluo, with an indifferent expression: "Sure enough...there are all kinds of wonderful things in the gods...don't care about him..."

His goals have never changed.

To stand higher, to see more beautiful scenery, to pursue eternity!

The mere god of all things is just a stumbling block.

As long as you don't come to hinder yourself, you don't bother to step on it, but once there is an obstacle, just kick it away.

"However... His state can wake me up..."

'Become a god and gain a long and long life, but it is not eternal... Even if the body and spirit will not decay, but the aging of the mind will gradually change the character of the god, and it will be good to become chaotic and funny, and it may even occur. Self-destructive tendencies...'

Fang Xian's eyes were clear, and she instantly became enlightened.

"The eighth level of the Tao of alchemists should lie in spiritual practice... When an eternal mind is matched with an immortal body, it may be considered eternity? The theoretical ninth level?"

"And to really prove eternity, you need practice. In other words...it will exist forever, and it will exist in the future. The mind will not collapse, and the original intention will not be forgotten. Maybe it is the real eternity, the tenth level? "

Fang Xian is wise and transparent, and has a certain grasp of the future path.

"At this time, I'd better complete my authority first..."

He looked towards Dreamland.

Without the interference of the giant eye of the starry sky, the eye of disaster suddenly became a lot quieter.

Crash.

The next moment, the illusory black sea surged into the hall, drowning the Eye of Calamity, and began to suppress and kill.

Tentacles stretched out from the ocean, as if performing the most precise surgical operation, poking into the eyes of disaster and grabbing symbols one by one.

The Eye of Calamity fought back fiercely, but to no avail.

After the first cup full of scarlet blood was rolled out by the tentacles, various symbols representing 'calamity' were taken out by the tentacles one after another, making the eye of disaster weaker and weaker.

"Jie Li, melt!"

Fang Xian was full of calamity and began to digest each symbol.

His ability to sense and create disasters has become stronger.

"Sure enough... defeating other gods and seizing power is a shortcut to escalation, but unfortunately... it is too resentful. This is an act that is even crazier than a lunatic, and it is bound to receive the unanimous hostility of the gods..."

In the reincarnation of Daluo, Fang Xian did not know how long he had been standing.

At a certain moment, a profound calamity emerged again, swallowing an illusory eye.

This means that he has completely digested this part of the authority, and his own strength has been strengthened.

"what?"

When Jie Li crossed a certain limit, Fang Xian's eyes flashed.

The deepest memory was unearthed, allowing him to see the coordinates of his first life and the origin of all planets!

In his heart, a strong shock emerged.

"The original, the first, the planet of origin..."

"Perhaps... the eternity I'm looking for can be found there!"

Buzz!

It seems to feel the breath of the origin planet, somewhere in the dreamland, the hidden space opens up.

Fang Xian moved in his heart and came to a palace.

This hall is empty, but there is a unique atmosphere, it is the taste of hometown!

Fang Xian felt very comfortable walking in it, just like a wanderer returning home, with peace of mind and body.

'This... is not a space, but a communication device...'

'I have completely refined Dreamland, so I don't have to worry about its backlash...'

'This kind of breath... the master who made it, is it my fellow? ’

In Fang Xian's mind, many thoughts flashed quickly.

Finally, his fingers stuck out, and Ning Kong drew a symbol.

The inverted triangle is the base, and a snake in the middle is the ring.

This is the emblem of the original master of Dreamland!

At this time, the faintly fluorescent mark merged with the space, opening up some kind of mystery.

A faint shadow appeared.

Fang Xian felt his heart shake just by looking at it.

It was a huge snake shadow that even Daluo's time and space could hardly accommodate.

"Travelers from the same hometown, wandering in different dimensions..."

"We established this alliance to give a little help to our fellow countrymen who are determined to explore the way home and the eternal way..."

"Only the imprint of the true spirit of the hometown and those who master the coordinates of the star of origin can open this communication..."

"It will help you, linking to all members of our alliance..."

"Finally...May everyone go home and get the detachment and eternity they want!"

——【Nightmare Hydra】.

Just a message, the information contained in it, made Fang Xian shocked.

"Is it the Great League of Transmigrators?"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't rashly contact this must be very powerful existence, but looked at the imprint of other traversers floating out of space.

[Creator of Spirits], [Master God], [Mengzu], [Martial God], [Heavenly Emperor]...

One after another, the ancient emblems exude a terrifying and inexplicable aura.

It seems that each of them is a legend.

"A fellow?"

Fang Xian murmured, the divine power is running, and the purpose of this space is to communicate.

It cannot provide its own location, nor can it reveal any information.

Obviously, the creators of Dreamland have long considered the prudence of the traversers, and have done their best to keep secrets.

"If that's the case, what should I worry about?"

Fang Xian chuckled and left his name among the many marks.

It was his epic, his legend.

Jie Li, alchemist, immortality...

Pursuing the brilliance of eternal calamity, turning it into a title alongside other great names——

[Fangxian Daoist]!