indianbanksassociation Chapter 292: In the abyss, a strange recovery!
Chapter 292: In the abyss, a strange recovery!
The endless infinite chaotic sea has no orientation, not even a concept.
It cannot be defined by various ideas and concepts, because even adjectives cannot describe it.
Super-diverse, infinitely diverse, in the entire chaotic sea is just an island, a reef.
Just like an isolated island in the ocean on the planet, the vast ten directions are flooded with sea water.
Compared with the Chaos Sea, the existence of the true emperor can also be described as small.
It does not even involve the central area of the Chaos Sea, where there are strange and unpredictable things that hinder the shroud of the unique characteristic.
Even the powerful ones in the true emperor can't know what that is.
There is the source of the chaos of fear, the source of the ultimate scourge.
Never able to be pacified, they gave the title of the bottomless abyss.
The bottomless abyss, the real bottomless, has no layers, and there are only endless narrative layers.
Layer by layer is strange and unspeakable, terrifying, it is the real devil's nest, the source of all evil.
There was once a tyrannical true emperor, and it was observed that among the countless layers in the periphery, there was an infinite multiverse comparable to the only real world, and it was floating in the periphery like floating.
Even the true emperor was greatly shocked.
In the deepest part of the abyss where Wudu was swallowed up, it was so huge that it was unobservable, beyond the scope of visualization.
The whirlpool, which covers most of the boundless Chaos Sea, is slowly rotating.
It is like the eye of chaos, swallowing everything, as if its existence is everything, it is the foundation of the existence of the Chaos Sea, supports the existence of order, and surpasses everything.
It seems to be omniscient, omnipotent, unobservable, and no one or anything can look directly at the existence of "His".
In front of him, the area occupied by the so-called Chaos Sea's great forces is just a corner, not even one percent.
I don't know when, a ripple, extending from the center of the abyss.
It seems that the idea of some unknowable and unpredictable terrifying existence is derived, but it is only a trace, and its main body shows no sign of awakening.
"He" seemed to be aware of the mutation on the other side of Chaos, and took corresponding measures.
That thought seems to be rolling in countless real worlds, and it is so huge that it is so terrifying that the true emperor will be terrified.
But for the bottomless abyss, it is only a little bit of escaping consciousness.
The edge of the abyss on the periphery has undergone dramatic changes because of this will.
"God, it's changed..."
In the boundless black fog, huge shadows undulating each other.
The fog dissipated, and the drifting dust was composed of dead multiverses, with no vitality, forming a strange black fog that permeated the boundless.
At this moment, it seemed that there was an inexplicable existence breathing, and the air blowing Buddha lifted the fog, and let the immeasurable Daqian fly out.
This is not a single, but regular breathing.
Moreover, there is not only one person breathing, there are too many inexplicable breathing in the outer land, and the rhythm of breathing is becoming more and more open and more frequent.
Officially because of their breathing, the waves on the edge of the Chaos Sea were turbulent.
The big waves are getting more and more fierce, forming a trend of swallowing the heavens, and also spawning countless "gluttonous beasts".
When the breathing rhythm reaches a certain level, these indescribable ultimate existences will wake up, wash the heavens with blood, and harvest the essence of countless epochs.
This series of processes is extremely terrifying and terrifying to think about.
It is more like a machine whose time has been set by the mastermind behind the scenes. When a certain period of time is reached, they will recover on their own.
The blood-colored plateau, the air is filled with a strong smell of sulfur.
There is blood everywhere, and volcanoes stand here, but the land is deep black permafrost, with extreme high temperature and extreme cold coexisting.
No one knows its origin, and no one can predict its end.
The sky was terribly gloomy, and an ominous aura pervaded.
Since the Infinite Era, the icy permafrost has been shrouded in strange power all the year round, dull and depressing.
The volcanic eruption is a thick ominous gas, which seems to be able to render an endless thousand.
In the edge area, occasionally deformed and twisted creatures staggered through, like walking dead.
Sometimes you can see a small number of strange beings kowtow one step at a time, walking out of here carrying the strange substance of the waves, and the eyes are extremely cold.
But it's all silent, not a little noise, sound doesn't exist here.
The whole piece of magic land is vast and boundless, even if the infinite world falls and the infinite diversity sinks, it is difficult to fill a corner of the land.
Even the infallible series will not reach the end of it.
It has never changed since ancient times.
The extreme depression and terror have extinguished the flames of countless epochs, turned them into ruins, and were submerged by the chaotic waves, and no one can ever fight them.
– 627 rotten hands protruded from the magic soil, the rules were annihilated, the thirty-three heavens were broken, and inexplicable strange things were awakening.
The dark lightning envelops billions of multiverses and explodes, like the deepest fireworks.
But there is not the slightest sense of splendor, even the light is distorted.
It seems that because of the guidance of the previous consciousness, the breathing rhythm of countless terrifying creatures has become faster, and this process must be advanced.
Some creatures even woke up from their slumber and opened their eyes under guidance.
Their eyes lifted slightly, shattering the heavens and the world, tearing apart the vast nothingness.
It reflects the ruined multiverse sea that is stacked into pieces, dead and desolate.
The infinite space-time history of the past is connected in a line, and he is like an observer outside of everything, and he can rectify this line at will.
"Variation..."
It was a tree-like eerie figure, with countless dark lines spreading out from its body, each line carrying a unique real world, a strange being that was extremely powerful.
Far beyond the scope of the true emperor, it seems to have reached another level, which is terrifyingly strong.
Like a concept maker, he is carefully observing the progress of the timeline.