Do not engage in underworld operations in the human world!

“I’m not making this up.”

Perhaps worried that Jiang Lu would think he was just talking nonsense, the homeless man pointed at the remains of the ancient artifact:
"You can put your hand on it and you can know everything about it."

But in fact, Jiang Lu was just saying it casually and didn't really care. Not to mention that the homeless man's tone didn't sound like he was talking nonsense. Even if he was really talking nonsense according to Jiang Lu's character, he didn't really care.

What he wants is power. As for character and morals, he already has them anyway, and slander or interference alone cannot change that.

But even though he thought so, after all, the homeless man had already said so, and Jiang Lu was also curious about the origin of this thing, so he still did as he said.

So Jiang Lu slowly approached the ancient object hanging from the dome.

This thing is like a layer of shocking tumors, like an egg sac forgotten in a deserted place, waiting to hatch some unspeakable horror.

Under normal circumstances, even if Jiang Lu did not resist or feel disgusted, he would not take the initiative to approach. But now, not only did he not feel like subconsciously staying away, but he felt a sense of intimacy as the distance got closer.

The moment Jiang Lu's hand covered the surface of the antique, he suddenly felt himself drifting out of the world.

It is not simply leaving the world we live in as in the past and looking down at the stars in the universe, but looking at the universe in a new way from another perspective, the perspective of the spiritual realm.

Although he had traveled to and from the spiritual realm many times, Jiang Lu had never raised his perspective to such a level before.

As the picture becomes more macroscopic, everything becomes more abstract and simplified. Complex things are piled together and framed by two irregular circles, one large and one small, that are tangent to each other.

One of them represents the Three Pure Lands, and the other represents the underworld. Seen from a high vantage point, they look like two rough pieces of chocolate dotted with chocolate beans.

Blinking in surprise, Jiang Lu suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar to him.

The same distortion, the same disorder
This strange space has no direction, no light, only the simplest lines.

Isn't this exactly the scene I saw when I passed through the magic circle of the Elk Temple in Hyperborea and headed to the unknown land?
Could it be that the unknown lands are actually the spiritual version of the countless small worlds surrounding Hyperborea and Dreamland?
Is this the universe as seen by the Old Ones?

Before Jiang Lu could figure this out, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, as if time was going back. The Three Pure Ones and the Underworld began to gradually shrink. Not only did their sizes become smaller, but their relationship also changed from being tangent to being connected, until finally merging, leaving only the large circle representing the Three Pure Ones.

At the same time, the lines were still shrinking, and soon, some small complex spots in the circle disappeared directly, as if they had never existed.

Jiang Lu suddenly understood that the history of the Three Pure Worlds and the Underworld was regressing. This was also another expression of the spiritual river that he had never seen before - the spiritual river of a world!

As the circle got smaller, an inconspicuous spot stood out.

It did not disappear like the other spots, but like an oviparous animal breaking out of its eggshell to be born, it broke through the Three Pure Realms and stood alone in the universe.

Of course, according to the backflow, this actually means that the lines floating around the spot at this moment are gathered together to form the Three Pure Ones Realm.

So where do these lines come from?

Jiang Lu didn't think much about it, and the answer appeared in his mind.

Pangu the Great!

Sure enough, the next moment, the shattered lines condensed again to form a human figure. The moment the human figure appeared, the area around the spot became chaos.

Jiang Lu was shocked and said silently: "Pangu created the world."

At the same time, a message came from the chaos.

Strangely enough, although the message was written in a language that Jiang Lu had never come across before, and it was played backwards, in Jiang Lu's mind, it was pieced together into a complete and coherent consciousness.

This just proves that the order of words does not necessarily affect the reading experience!

This is even more true for a special life like the Old One. Even "what you said" can be automatically translated into "did you get attention?" It's very overbearing! What's even more overbearing is the message itself -

"May the Mad Desire be born smoothly in this mist. I grant you the purity of fertility and desire. You will engulf the entire universe and turn everything you see into a hotbed of gestation!"

Although Jiang Lu had no idea about the title "Madness and Desire" at first, after seeing this prayer chanted by someone unknown and considering the context, he now understood it completely.

Flying weeds!

"turn out to be."

Jiang Lu opened his eyes, regained consciousness, and looked at the tumor in front of him with a complicated expression:

"I was influenced by it and became so lustful!"

At this moment, he didn't know whether he was lucky or unfortunate. He didn't expect that the life he was proud of was all influenced by him.

"Ah, that's not the case."

The tramp couldn't help but speak:
“In fact, the origin will only give you unlimited potential. As for this ancient artifact, it gives you two ultimate pure potentials: your fertility and control over desire. Whether it is for you or others, it is a horror beyond dimensions.

But you should look at fertility and desire as two separate parts. Strong fertility does not mean strong sexual desire. Similarly, strong desire can control people's hearts and minds, and it does not only refer to this aspect.

Look at me, I have been alone for so many years, and I am not like you."

The tramp's meaning was very clear - Jiang Lvcheng's current appearance was his own problem, and he couldn't blame the antique.

Lucifer heard this and repeatedly confirmed with a serious look on his face: "In other words, his promiscuity was not actually affected by the origin, but he just used his potential in the wrong place?"

"You can't say it was used wrongly." The homeless man thought about it and shook his head: "Even if it was used wrongly, he didn't have to do it himself."

"How dare you!" Jiang Lu was furious and forcibly changed the subject: "Didn't you say that you would hand over your origin in order to be freed? I think now is the time! I will answer your question just now. I am sure and absolutely ready."

The homeless man was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief: "Yes, it's time."

"Well, take up the hoe your father gave you and smash my head open."

The tramp smiled: "Let's end where we started."

Jiang Lu was moved for a moment.

Although his words were harsh, he actually wanted to say goodbye in a joking way to this friend, or compatriot, who had always lived in his life trajectory but whom he had never met until today.

"Then I will set you free."

Jiang Lu raised the hoe high in front of the tramp, just like his father in the past, tirelessly pounding the ground again and again under the tramp's gaze.

Suddenly, the homeless man remembered something, closed his eyes, and raised his lips: "Oh, I have another wish, that is, I hope that people will not forget my name, my name is."

"Ugh!!!"

boom!
With Jiang Lu's loud shout, the hoe fell down from high.

A pale yellow mist gushed out from the gap in the tramp's head. Jiang Lu bathed in it, put down his hoe, and looked solemn.

"Are you really free?"

"If I am truly liberated, why can't I rest in peace?" (End of this chapter)