Super God: I simulated the heavens and was broadcast live in public

Chapter 129 Great Clock Distortion

In the original novel, I don't know who made the evaluation, saying that Pan Zhen was an old fox, with a deep mind and unfathomable feelings.

But who could have imagined that his death would be so hasty, even extremely funny.

An internet meme suddenly flashed through Yun Ming's mind: "As long as I don't take action, the whole world will think I'm a tough guy."

He thought that Pan Zhen might be in the same situation, a real tough guy.

Maybe after listening to all kinds of compliments from others for so long, this "movie king" really thinks he is a real tough guy.

Karl looked at Yun Ming with confusion, obviously not understanding what he meant.

"My king, what decision do you plan to make next?" Carl asked.

"What else can I decide?" Yun Ming was just about to express his idea of killing Pan Zhen, when at that moment, a sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a rather interesting idea popped up in his mind.

Yun Ming couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "What do you think of my marriage with Reina?"

"Uh." Carl was taken aback for a moment, then looked calmly at Yun Ming and said slowly, "The Light of the Sun is one of the three great projects. The Lieyang Civilization is also an extremely ancient civilization in the universe, with a profound heritage. If you, my king, can gain the help of the Light of the Sun, it will be like adding wings to a tiger."

"Ha!" When Yun Ming heard this, he immediately sneered with disdain and shook his head.

"You can pull it down."

"Does my king have a different opinion about the Lieyang civilization?" Carl's curiosity was quietly aroused.

The Lieyang civilization possessed a powerful ability capable of driving stars. It was no exaggeration to say that they controlled the most terrifying destructive weapons in the universe. They had always lived in seclusion, as if hidden behind a thick fog, making them extremely difficult to observe and spy on by the outside world.

Even someone as powerful as Carl couldn't help but feel a little fear deep down in his heart when facing such an opponent.

"Nothing more than that." Yun Ming simply gave such a brief comment, then stopped talking and changed the subject, asking, "Do you still have a black hole engine?"

His physical body had been destroyed, and naturally, the technological creations attached to his body were also reduced to ashes.

Of course, it is not completely gone. There is still a black hole engine in his body, but it is a biological version.

This black hole engine, constructed of flesh and blood, is driven by psychic energy. But if it relies on psychic energy to drive it, then what's the difference between this black hole engine and chicken ribs?

He could just use his psychic powers.

Why bother with a black hole engine?

"There's still one. Creating a black hole engine requires a vast amount of void particles, and collecting them was previously extremely difficult. However, it was later discovered that black holes contain an extremely rich amount of void particles. As long as a sufficiently powerful energy source can be created, the void particles can be blasted out of them."

As Karl spoke, he paused briefly, then looked directly at Yun Ming and continued, "The Lieyang civilization's star-driving technology is unrivaled in the universe. If it could be used by our king, it would be a great help. If our king could marry Lieyang, it would be a wonderful thing."

Yun Ming knew quite clearly about using stars to explode black holes because he had read the original book.

"What if the marriage is difficult to achieve?" Yun Ming's gaze slowly moved to the oil painting of Morgana hanging on the wall. Looking at the painting, he only felt that its style was extremely abstract, which was far from Morgana herself.

"Then capture Lena and do our best to crack her Sunlight Gene." Carl gave his suggestion in a firm tone.

"Weren't the three major god-making projects researched by your teacher? As his disciple, haven't you participated in them?" Yun Ming turned his head and looked at him with curiosity in his eyes.

"Although I participated, my talents were limited at that time, and the depth of my research was quite limited. Moreover, these three major god-making projects have gone through a long research and development process of tens of thousands of years and are already very different from the initial versions. Since the teacher left, I have devoted my main energy to the research of the void field." Carl responded calmly.

"Then can't your big clock be cracked?" Yun Ming asked again.

"Does our king intend to directly use the Great Clock to calculate the relevant information of the three major god-making projects?" Carl asked, then continued, "Such an action would consume a huge amount of resources and take a long time, which is simply not worth the effort. In comparison, it would be much more time-saving and labor-saving to capture the target directly."

Yun Ming's heart was moved when he heard this, and he immediately said, "Speaking of your great clock, I have long heard of its fame, but have never seen its true appearance. Today, let me take a good look at your great clock and see what it really looks like."

Carl said calmly: "Where my king steps is the great clock."

"Ah?" Yun Ming was startled. He looked at Carl in surprise, then shifted his gaze to the ground and said in a tone of disbelief, "Are you talking about this planet under our feet that looks no different from an ordinary dead star, and it is the big clock?"

From the outside, this planet looked like an ordinary dead star, nothing special about it. Even after careful exploration using psychic powers, nothing unusual could be detected.

"My king may not know that the core structure of celestial computers is usually hidden in the dark plane. Its real computing core is a super-dimensional matrix constructed by countless microscopic quantum singularities. These singularities conduct information exchange and data calculations at a speed faster than light in the dark plane. The amount of information that can be processed per second is enough to cover the total historical data of the entire galaxy, so it is not easy to identify. This planet is just the external manifestation of the big clock, so it is not easy to identify it." Carl explained patiently.

"You mean this planet's dark data is the Big Clock?"

"Yes."

Carl nodded.

Yun Ming curiously scanned the entire planet with his psychic power. With Carl's reminder, he scanned particularly carefully.

"It seems that there is no difference." Yun Ming's eyes carefully explored the dark plane, but still found nothing unusual, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

Karl frowned slightly, thought for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and finally responded: "This outside is a disguise, it is hidden deep inside."

"Deeper?" Yun Ming glanced at Carl in confusion, then without hesitation, manipulated his psychic energy to delve deeper into the unknown depths. Psychic energy naturally possessed a suppressive power against these kinds of alien spaces, and driven by Yun Ming's powerful will, it quickly ripped through the outer layer of disguise like a sharp blade.

Instantly, a massive, golden tree appeared within his psychic vision. The tree shone with incredible brightness, its branches and leaves gleaming like stars. Its posture resembled the legendary sacred tree, sacred and majestic.

Yun Ming focused his psychic energy on the large clock components and discovered that they were composed of tiny particles called quarks. And within these unimaginably tiny particles, there were hundreds of millions of densely packed circuits.

Even the knowledgeable Yun Ming was shocked when he saw this scene.

He wondered in his heart what kind of technology was needed to engrave so many circuits on something as tiny as a quark particle.

"Shenhe civilization." Yun Ming's mind instantly emerged with the manufacturer of the big clock, the civilization that was once glorious but collapsed overnight.

When I think of the Shenhe civilization, my thoughts involuntarily drift towards the void and ultimate fear.

He gazed at the structure of the great clock, his expression growing increasingly solemn. For such a powerful civilization to be destroyed in a single day was enough to demonstrate the chilling power of ultimate fear.

Yun Ming couldn't help but feel apprehensive. "No!"

Yun Ming suddenly changed his mind and realized that he could now understand the secrets of the entire clock. Wasn't this proof of his own strength?
Why should you belittle yourself for no reason?

The power of the subspace is also extremely terrifying. It can twist dead objects into living things and possesses powerful power enough to distort and destroy the material world. Its characteristics are extremely idealistic.

In this super-god world, science is the essence, and the thing idealism fears least is materialism.

Thinking of this, Yun Ming felt relieved again.

But in just a moment, Yun Ming's thoughts were like a runaway horse, and he suddenly remembered the first generation version of Sun Wukong, the enemy who had severely injured him.

In an instant, his expression seemed to be attacked by frost, and he froze instantly, and the painful experiences of the past flooded into his heart like a tide.

"What's wrong with my king?" Carl keenly noticed Yun Ming's face was gloomy and uncertain, just like the sky covered with dark clouds, unpredictable. First, a look of fear flashed across his eyes, very solemn; then a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking something;
However, at this moment, the feeling of fear resurfaced, as if the haze had once again enveloped him.

Yun Ming seemed oblivious to Karl's question. His gaze was fixed on the large clock, a hint of curiosity and thought in his eyes. He slowly asked, "I'm a little curious. What do you think would happen if I gave this large clock some life, brought it to life?"

When Karl heard this, he was struck by lightning and froze for a moment.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something in the light curtain. With a look of surprise in his eyes, he asked tentatively, "Are you talking about the demon ascension, my king?"

"Yes!" Yun Ming connected to the subspace without hesitation.

In an instant, the surging power of the Warp rushed into the dark plane like a torrent.

Suddenly, Carl felt a twisted and chaotic force sweeping over him like a raging storm, which seemed to completely shatter his sanity and composure.

"My king...wait..."

At this moment, even Carl, whose emotions had mostly dissipated, found it difficult to suppress the many chaotic emotions that surged in his heart, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves.

He was extremely anxious and quickly stretched out his hand, shouting loudly to Yunming, wanting to stop.

"Hmm?" Yun Ming glanced at him casually, but saw that Carl's figure had become blurred, as if the signal was strongly interfered with, and his figure was intermittent, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Yun Ming suddenly remembered that Carl was now an illusion.

Carl's ontological memory consciousness, or the abode of his soul, is at the big clock.

Yun Ming acted decisively and stopped the invasion of subspace forces.

The chaotic and twisted force, like the surging sea, came violently and dissipated quickly.

Carl's phantom gradually stabilized, but he was still holding his head with his hands, frowning, as if he was troubled by a severe headache, and he looked as if he was enduring an invisible torture.

"Are you OK?"

Yunming stared at him.

Carl is a talent whose value is immeasurable.

"I heard some screams from time to time." Carl said with a painful look on his face, his brows tightly furrowed.

"That's the scream of the dead." Yun Ming responded casually, and then his spiritual energy focused on the big clock again.

At this glance, Yun Ming immediately sensed that in the structure of the big clock, which was like a golden tree, several particles on a branch had actually "come alive".

I saw that they had grown two small hands, and the billions of lines on their bodies seemed to have turned into blood vessels.

They seemed to be in great pain. Yunming, who had psychic perception, could hear their miserable cries very clearly.

For a moment, Yun Ming's expression became extremely interesting, and various emotions appeared alternately on his face.

"My king, can you eliminate these sounds?" Carl really couldn't block out these harsh and strange screams. The sound kept echoing in his ears, filling his ears, which made him upset and even felt a little painful.

"Sure!" Yun Ming heard it, and immediately swept his mind lightly, instantly suppressing the abnormal movements of those "living" particles.

"Thank you, my king." Carl only felt that the strange scream first turned into a satisfied and happy sound, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if everything returned to normal in an instant.

"I'm afraid there's something wrong with your big clock." Yun Ming said solemnly.

You know, the big clock is a top high-tech product. Now only a few particles have "come alive". We don't know what impact it will have on the whole clock. I'm afraid it will break down directly.

After all, the more high-tech a gadget is, the more delicate it tends to be.

Thinking of this, Yun Ming couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I feel like I was too reckless just now. How could I have acted so rashly without considering the consequences?

"Something went wrong?" Carl's face turned pale upon hearing this, and he hurriedly began to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the large clock.

Seeing Karl's panic, Yun Ming knew that this big clock was Karl's lifeblood. He subconsciously felt a little guilty. He coughed lightly and said, "You should check it carefully first."

After saying that, Yun Ming tore open the subspace without hesitation, and left in a flash.

Carl checked the big clock from top to bottom and soon found that several living creatures appeared in the parts of his big clock.

Looking at the tentacles and flesh on the electrons, Carl looked extremely excited.

Above the Blue Star.

A purple lightning mist suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and then Yun Ming's figure slowly walked out of it.

"If there really is something wrong with the big clock, Carl won't be angry with me, right?" Yun Ming muttered to himself as he walked.

(End of this chapter)