The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 1124: Weak Divinity - The God of Yiqiu

Some time has passed since the end of the great war that affected the entire plane system.

But the many plane systems in the vicinity have not entered a peaceful state.

The number of planes destroyed continues to increase in plural every day, making those who pay close attention to all this more and more tense.

Fortunately, Yi Qiu's stable state allowed them to maintain their tense nerves.

After all, as long as Yi Qiu doesn't offend the worlds of other camps.

For most existences that are not of the evil camp, it doesn't make much sense.

Although, seeing the shattered scene, I was really a little shocked.

It's like a plague that sweeps some animals, but it certainly can't affect humans.

But the shocking death scene inevitably made some people feel uneasy.

It's just that for those who really understand the facts, they won't feel flustered by it.

Therefore, those archmages who really studied and understood the core of Yi Qiu's previous behavior did not interfere too much.

When time continued to stretch forward for some distance, Yi Qiu's battle with endless burning traces finally stopped...

Slap times...

Sometimes, Yi Qiu felt that the sound of burning planes was somewhat similar to the crackling sound of firewood after it was lit.

The fallen plane was rendered into a piece of scarlet full of destruction in the void...

The high temperature that melts and distorts the matter ravages the red letter like a poisonous snake.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and he swallowed the plane core belonging to this evil plane directly into his stomach.

And it just so happened that the stomach world digested a plane core...

Yi Qiu didn't pay attention to the prompts refreshed on the retina, because he had more important things to do.

At this time, the unknown active tissue in his body has already occupied 80% of his entire life body!

This is undoubtedly an incomparably huge number, and there is no need to say much about the price involved...

After this battle, the number of planes in this plane system will decrease a lot.

Of course, this is not information worthy of attention for Yi Qiu.

Those unknown living tissues full of endless vitality outline a certain grand concept in Yi Qiu's life body!

They softly called Yi Qiu's name, just as he felt it.

They are the extension of Yi Qiu's thinking, but they are not separated from the formation of his consciousness.

Under the action of miraculous power, they clearly and clearly forge a miracle that belongs to Yi Qiu!

Achieving divinity is not that easy.

But Yi Qiu is quite familiar with this.

These familiarities did not stem from how many gods he had seen to achieve divine fire.

But in the fight with the gods, he gradually understood the composition of their power.

As for more specific methods, Yi Qiu is not without ideas.

He has observed related activities before, but there are obviously some deviations from what he needs to carry out...

Yi Qiu perceives the endless unknown active tissues in the body, and they are doing basic work.

And as his consciousness concentrated, their work gradually became slower.

That's not because their intelligence can touch it, it's purely because they are suitable for the characteristics of Yi Qiu's consciousness.

The intelligence endowed by miraculous powers to unknown living organizations can only be manifested in terms of faith.

With the stagnation of the work of the unknown active organization, Yi Qiu's life state has entered a certain delicate state.

The strong breath of life on his body began to become weakened, or it was restrained.

Yi Qiu could feel that he was in a certain ethereal state.

It was a little quiet like meditation, but not so dull.

With the contraction of perception and the concentration of thoughts, Yi Qiu's field of vision at this time has entered a certain dark realm.

That is not the chaotic void, but a deeper place in his body...

In the silence and emptiness, something seems to be flowing...

Is that an ancient call, or some kind of distant enlightenment?

Slowly, those things began to become clear...

Yi Qiu could hear the voices that gradually became clearer and louder...

It was a deep call, a long river of roars!

They are shouting his name, or their own destiny!

Yi Qiu!

Yi Qiu!

Yi Qiu!

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The roars gathered into some kind of berserk force, under the unknown active tissues in units of billions.

The call from the soul has gradually been endowed with a certain sacred definition!

Vaguely, it seems that the temperature is gradually rising!

The faint call seems to have turned into fleeting sparks!

They rotated and condensed in the void, and then merged into an indescribable blaze!

In a trance, there seemed to be the sound of something burning!

It starts from the primitive, carries on the civilization, and glimpses the success and failure of life in the faint twilight...

But the burning substance did not bring suffering and mourning.

Those things that have been preserved and accumulated in the passage of time are silently burning.

At this moment, they are the firewood leading to the sacred, and they are also the faded past,

When the mortal matter is burned away, the divine light is born!

And this is why the process of attaining divinity is called lighting the divine fire.

It does not, of course, actually kindle a flame, but in a natural phenomenon that barely sums up that great process.

To try to interpret and describe, a corner of the sacred road.

Any text that can be preserved cannot carry one ten-thousandth of the entire process.

It extends on the edge of the mortal, and spreads toward the mysterious realm beyond the mortal.

For mortal things, even the mortal world cannot be explored in a lifetime.

It is really too difficult and vague to understand and clarify the vastness beyond this concept.

It is even more difficult to succeed in trying to describe in words the concepts that belong to the world.

But at this time, endless sparks are flying in Yi Qiu's concept of life.

They outline and extend a kind of indescribable magnificence.

That lingering flame, like the morning light of life, is filled with a gentle yet hard-to-see majesty!

There is no throne that begins in the sky, nor the countless wonders that belong to other intelligent beings.

In this vast chaotic void, under the attention of perhaps a few spectators, Yi Qiu's priesthood was able to condense!

At this moment, the golden luster in his eyes began to transform.

He still had that hard-to-see golden light, but it wasn't what it used to be.

Rather than saying that they are eyes endowed with a certain luster, it is better to say that they are formed by the condensed golden light.

And as the divinity gradually stabilized, the entire plane system began to convey a new name:

Weak divinity - the god of Yiqiu...