Chapter 935: Chapter 511: Why Is It a Ga Chapter 935: Chapter 511: Why Is It a Ga Fang Cheng pondered for a long ti but still hadn’t figured out why this place felt so familiar to him.
The structure here was extrely complex; space, ti, and various universal laws were constantly changing and twisting. What had been the pathway of water just a second ago could suddenly beco that of fire in the next, bursting into endless flas.
The complexity of ti caused the past, present, and future to intertwine ceaselessly, which also gave Fang Cheng a sense of the Immortal Assembly.
From this, it could be inferred that the Immortal Assembly had also co to his world from here. No wonder they had such a profound understanding of the pathway of ti.
After all, without understanding, rely coming here would result in being ruthlessly swept away by the pathway of ti, then vanishing without a trace in the long rifts of ti.
The structural complexity had a certain impact on Fang Cheng’s Divine Sense, but that wasn’t the main issue.
The main issue was the wars and chaos stemming from various powers.
They had ascended from their respective universes, all for the opportunity to achieve ascension, and had embarked on a brutal struggle for the deep-seated entities.
Here, the Overall Conscious Entity was but a small fry. The existence that could send other Heavenly Lords scurrying in terror was just a deserter here, which indicated how terrifying the situation was.
Often, the blink of an eye was as countless births and deaths, a mundane weapon could destroy a Star System. In the pitch-black night sky, bands of light would often appear, signifying the unleashing of powerful, apocalyptic weapons making their final judgnt on another civilization.
Death here was a common affair, with many civilizations that had struggled to ascend being wiped out by a re aftermath, not even qualifying to serve as cannon fodder, reduced to dust in this place.
Due to the excessive number of deaths, causality, fate, and the like also beca incredibly complex, interfering with Fang Cheng’s Divine Sense, making it challenging for him to perceive further.
After attempting to ditate for a while, Fang Cheng could feel that sense of familiarity persisting, but it remained elusive.
Waking from his ditation, Fang Cheng looked at the vast world before him and murmured, “This is troubling.”
It was only when he ca to his senses that he realized his surroundings were swarming with warships.
They had completely surrounded him, with Proton Drones circling around him, transmitting the voice of so unknown civilization.
“Fifty-first hundred and tenth attempt at contact, no response from the other party. Assumption: no imdiate threat, alert dispelled.”
“Sorry, I just heard you. Who are you?” Fang Cheng asked.
Upon hearing Fang Cheng’s question, the surrounding Proton Drones paused for a mont.
Then, billions of Proton Drones began to flicker, relaying massive amounts of information through these flashes, allowing a civilization hidden in the folds of space to hear Fang Cheng’s voice.
Afterward, the headquarters issued its final command.
“Evil God Number Seven has been activated, the crisis of annihilation has arrived. Everyone, you may now write your last wills and testants.”
“The AI has calculated that this crisis cannot be avoided; we’re done for. Release the dopamine gas, let’s have a last hurrah before we die.”
“Release all prisoners from the jails, destroy all weapons, release the final seeds and mory storage into the depths of the black hole, and let’s hope this Evil God doesn’t take an interest in complete extermination.”
“The last desperate struggle, launching a final attack on the Evil God.”
Countless fleets began to assemble. These behemoths approached Fang Cheng and comnced their final assault:
“Sorry, we made a mistake, can you forgive us?”
“What did you do wrong?” Fang Cheng inquired, puzzled.
“We should not have rashly attacked you!”
“Did you?”
“No!”
Fang Cheng reflected for a mont and realized he seed to have been attacked.
However, this civilization consisted of two-dinsional beings. Their energy stemd from the birth and destruction of photons, and to the average person, they were re shadow-like entities.
But they could interfere with the three-dinsional world through light manipulation and so mysterious Spiritual Energy. They had previously attempted to attack Fang Cheng using this Spiritual Energy.
But it didn’t breach his defenses.
The attacks had been scattered by Fang Cheng’s Protective Spirit Light even before they could get close, not even managing to disrupt his ditation. It was a kind of ultimate insult.
After realizing that all their weapons could not harm Fang Cheng, they defined him as Evil God Number Seven, aning there were six others of Fang Cheng’s caliber.
Knowing they were no match for Fang Cheng, they resorted to their final plan: to beg for rcy.
But everyone knew this was a last-ditch effort, the survival plan of a civilization with perhaps less than one in a billion chance of success. They had not expected to actually stumble upon it.
Having understood the cause and effect, Fang Cheng first calculated the causality, then sent them the debt they owed.
“This is what you owe . Don’t die before you’ve paid it off.”
“Is there such a good deal?” The lights on the headquarters mothership began flashing wildly. “Do you an, you want to keep us as slaves?”
“Slavery is a bit outdated; what I an is that you need to work off your debt for .”
“Isn’t that the sa thing? Great one, please allow us to be your slaves. We promise to amuse you thoroughly.”
As Fang Cheng watched the photon civilization transform into sycophants in a second, he felt this place was indeed perilous, each one completely depraved.
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