Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 574 The torrent of time, the origin of the Zerg

Song Ciwan was enveloped by the torrent and did not resist.

She saw——

At this moment, she opened her divine eyes and fully opened her spiritual senses. At the moment when the torrent of fragments was surrounding her, she could clearly see that in the distant starry sky, there was a cylindrical, beating thing that seemed to be a weight. Rotating in the air.

All the torrent of fragments comes from this!

It was a torrent composed of countless bizarre pictures, and those pictures carried the atmosphere of the long river of time. That was, that was clearly a past event that had happened in the distant past!
It's just that the picture rotates too fast, and it's basically impossible for anyone to see what it is under normal circumstances.

No, even a talented expert like Du Xingheng couldn't clearly see what those jumping pictures were describing.

Similarly, at first glance, Song Ciwan could sense the breath of the long river of time and vaguely see the weights in the starry sky - she could not see clearly the specific pictures of the flow.

But being unable to see clearly for a while does not mean that it will never be clear. In the swirling torrent of huge waves, Song Ciwan held her heart firmly and summoned the sun and moon, the phaseless wheel of life and death. This spiritual weapon had not been used by her for a long time. At this time, it turned into the two phases of the sun and the moon, sticking closely to the center of her eyebrows.

Song Ciwan's Yuanling Dao Body came into play again, and her strong understanding made her full of inspiration at this moment.

She captures the breath of time with the help of the sun and moon, the phaseless wheel of life and death.

The world is undergoing vicissitudes, the years are turning, and time is a torrent that will never turn back, rushing forward with a determined and ruthless attitude.

However, as time passes by, the atmosphere of prosperity and prosperity of all things in every period of time will always remain in the world.

Floating Clouds and Morning Dew should be more than just a magical art that consumes other people's time and drains the life of living beings.

Time, it should still be a broader and grander concept.

The torrent washed away, and spirituality surged. At this moment, Song Ciwan, who followed the torrent and peered into the past, finally saw the picture that she was most concerned about among these rotating time imprints.

That is--

That is the origin of the ancient god Zerg tribe.

The ancient god Zerg tribe, it turns out, is not an extraterrestrial creature!
Yes, they are not extraterrestrial beings, but... born among all living things in the human world.

Song Ciwan clearly saw what a chaotic world it was.

Thousand-foot tall buildings, steel jungles, and neon lights.

That is another world of infinite prosperity...

However, extreme prosperity often blooms on extremely rotten soil.

Song Ciwan saw that in such a prosperous world, there were young people running on the busy streets, crying and laughing, whining and shouting: "Nine out and thirteen return! The donkey rolls! Make profit! Make profit! What else?" Come for me, I won’t even get up anyway, I’m going to die, hahaha..."

There was a middle-aged man standing at the end of the high arched bridge, with a numb expression on his face, muttering: "I can't get justice anyway, human life is worthless, so I might as well end it..."

Instead of crying, he calmly jumped off the high bridge.

Plop, water splashed lightly.

The picture suddenly flipped, showing a torrential rainy night, a bloody bayonet, a vague plot, and unknown gloom.

Suddenly, the scene changed to a sunny day again. Under the clear sky, there was a young mother sitting at the window of a high-rise building with her child in her arms. Without saying a word, she fell down the high-rise building with her child.

……

Some people cried, some laughed, some jumped and howled, and some covered the curtains and smiled softly.

There are countless pictures, each of which is ancient and filled with an indescribable and strange light. More and more black flowers bloomed in the prosperous soil. Finally one day, a hand reached out and picked those black flowers away.

In a cold, pale, and spacious laboratory, someone was holding a Bagua crystal furnace and laughing proudly and arrogantly: "It's done! Hahaha! I'm done..."

Amidst the wild laughter, a fluffy insect foot suddenly poked out of the furnace mouth.

The laughing man was middle-aged, short, fair-skinned, and seemed to be polite.

But he stared at the insect foot with fanatical eyes, like a bigot admiring his treasure, or a fanatical believer staring at his god.

A voice that spanned the ages gently echoed in Song Ciwan's ears from the distant past.

"Baby, great, that's it. Hurry up, crawl out... go and parasitize those guys, control them, devour them. I want this world, it will be my world from now on, I want this world, from now on There is only one voice for me!”

He reached out and pointed in a certain direction, which seemed to be the direction of the sunrise.

The bug in the Bagua Crystal Furnace suddenly jumped, snap! For a moment, it suddenly covered the man's face, then twisted around and penetrated into his brain through his eyes.

The middle-aged man even had time to scream: "Ah!"

The shrill cry could not last long, but in an instant, the insects started from the brain and gnawed the man clean from head to toe.

As it gnaws, the insect's body grows. As it grows, it raises its tail and lays countless eggs.

When the eggs are laid, they turn into tiny larvae, and then crawl out of this pale laboratory through the cracks in the door, through the windows, and even through the vents at the speed of a flash.

On the periphery, there are more living people, more flesh and blood...

The screen flashed rapidly. Song Ciwan's full body of energy had long been exhausted. She did not hesitate to activate her essence and blood to burn her longevity.

Countless images flashed by, and in a state of extreme dizziness, she saw again... and saw that fair and elegant middle-aged man again!

Is that person resurrected?
No, it is not.

It was Song Ciwan who went against the flow of time and once again saw a longer picture.

In the distant, distorted picture, a young man raised his arms and excitedly rushed to the middle-aged man and said loudly: "Teacher, we have discovered it! We are sure that Gu Xiawen really has some kind of magical power." , the power that can induce magnetic field resonance! Teacher, every ancient Xia text is worthy of in-depth study..."

He shouted excitedly, and the scene ended abruptly at this moment——

No, this is not the final picture.

The final image was of a giant insect that covered the sky and sun, cruising over the city in the steel jungle. It had a carapace on its back, and the traditional seal script character "LUAN" was written on its carapace!

Song Ciwan looked at the word "Lan" with his eyes. For a moment, his whole body was immersed in the vertical and horizontal strokes of the word "Lan".

When she stared at it for a long time, feeling palpitated and dizzy, she suddenly seemed to be touched by something.

Suddenly, the giant insect's head turned with hundreds of giant eyes.

Then Song Ciwan's eyes vaguely met the numerous cold compound eyes on the giant insect's head!

At this moment, even across the infinite distance of time and space, Song Ciwan felt as if the cold malice in the giant insect's eyes had actually hit him.

Her heart was beating violently, and her blood flowed straight up.

(End of this chapter)