Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

The world is constantly being born.

Those new points of light are discovered, entered, explored, and their ownership is determined.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

Almost every moment, the world erupts with deadly black power, eventually turning it into ruins and wreckage.

All the creatures therein have fallen and become part of the dark camp, once again joining the battle for the world in front of the Wall of Light.

Likewise, every moment, a new world is born with indescribable colorful lights bursting out.

These worlds were captured by the "tentacles" extending from behind the Wall of Light, brought into their sphere of influence, and became part of the boundless sea of ​​stars, bursting with even brighter light.

This was the war that affected the entire boundless chaotic sea.

The immortals and gods, led by the Heavenly Court, united all the forces they could to form a pantheon, and worked together to fight the true demons until today.

Somewhere in the wreckage of a world "destroyed" by a true devil, an extremely luxurious palace is floating and wandering in the universe.

Not far from the hall is a planet covered with a gray shadow.

The intelligent civilization that had already completed the unification of civilization and was about to point its sword at the starry sea collapsed in an instant.

Countless technologies created by our predecessors have become scrap metal, and killing and destruction have become the main theme of this planet.

It seems that the intelligent creatures on this planet have simply become more warlike, and due to the large-scale global war they have entered a technological recession, which may lead to a technological gap and eventually regress to the ancient times when they used swords and spears to fight.

It seems that the power of the real devil has not changed anything.

But no one knows that this is not simply making the race warlike, loving destruction and killing.

This civilization, still in the midst of war, may never know that the creativity of its own race has been locked, and all technologies will only remain the same or regress as time goes by.

There will never be any progress.

Once a technology disappears, it can no longer be replicated by future generations.

Until they degenerated due to fighting and war into a group of intelligent primitive people who could no longer even use sticks.

They possessed the propriety, righteousness, and integrity of intelligent creatures of the interstellar age, and wisdom far beyond their time, but they had degenerated to the point where they could no longer make stone tools, and had even lost such almost instinctive abilities as planting and domestication.

Being enveloped by the power of the true devil is like the reverse evolution of the world.

From nothing to something, and finally from something to nothing.

Inside the palace between the stars, a miniature nuclear battery obtained from who knows where is working diligently, driving a glazed palace lantern with carvings of dragons and phoenixes to emit a faint blue glow, casting some light on the dark golden hall.

Leaning on a barbaric bronze couch, a young man in casual clothes was lazily admiring a stone slab floating in front of him.

With every breath he took, scarlet flames would burst out from the giant beast skulls embedded in the palace walls, emitting an increasingly dense black aura.

"The decorations you brought back this time are nice, I like them very much. Other people's aesthetics are too poor, and they don't understand the beauty of art at all. Your aesthetics are the most to my liking."

"Alas, this is how it feels after becoming a true demon. Apart from destruction, only these decorations I collected before destruction can barely comfort my insatiable soul."

The figure kneeling on one knee below seemed to have become accustomed to this super-mixed underworld style that was a mixture of ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign styles, and did not care about the young man's compliments.

He did not respond, but continued to report calmly.

".The seed we planted on the Blue Star has been killed. The power of the true demon has not erupted, nor has it returned."

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The young man's somewhat happy mood suddenly disappeared.

Just a slight increase in breathing, and an indescribable terrifying pressure burst out from the hall.

Whether it was the grand hall with its carved beams and painted rafters, the nuclear-powered night light that had just been praised, or some other exquisite decorations, they were all reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind.

What was even more horrifying was that just a leak of pressure was enough to overwhelm the planet shrouded by the power of the true devil.

Continental plates are breaking apart and the planet is collapsing.

This planet had already suffered a devastating disaster. The pseudo-star civilization that was just one step away from conquering the sea of ​​stars disappeared quietly from this world, ushering in its complete doomsday.

The young man's face revealed a morbid intoxication: "As expected! Everything is false. Only destruction can truly fill and comfort this empty heart of mine that has nowhere to rest. Destroy! Destroy!"

The figure from before was still kneeling on one knee in the universe, wearing armor, without moving: "My lord, what should we do next? Now that the fairyland has turned into a wall of sighs, it is impossible for us to send mature demon seeds to the hometowns of those immortals and gods."

"Besides that, is the power that can completely destroy the demon species and prevent the true demon power from spreading the original demon that the adults once instructed us to find? If not, should we investigate and target it?"

"Maybe."

The young man sneered sinisterly.

"It's normal for the seeds to be strangled. The Heavenly Court will not allow our forces to cause trouble in their hometown forever. It's beyond my expectation that they can persist for so many years."

"But those bastards in Heaven won't be able to be so proud for too long. The power of the True Demons can be destroyed, but it can never be cut off, even in their heartland."

"Go down, and do it the same way you arranged other worlds. Use the original power of the world to give birth to another batch. Don't those old guys like to train soldiers? Then give their younger generations some fun."

"Yes, sir." The armored man said solemnly, "What about that existence that looks like the original demon?"

"Even if it's true, it's just a primitive demon that hasn't grown up yet, a thing like an ant, and can be destroyed in the blink of an eye."

The young man looked extremely disdainful.

"Even though that's the case, we can't just sit back and watch. In that case, let's triple the number of cannon fodder we send out to destroy the world in the next hundred years, and raise them to a higher realm."

"It doesn't matter if we fail. We can just send all those cannon fodders who failed to complete their mission to the Wall of Sighs to consume the power of the God Alliance. Sooner or later, that guy will appear on the front line himself."

"Sir, since it doesn't matter if we fail, isn't this a bit too radical? This number has exceeded the number of our kind that other sirs have converted after destroying the world." The armored man was shocked. "And we can't send our kind in the realm of True Immortal or True God to those newly discovered worlds. This cannot be hidden from the eyes of the God System Alliance."

"Then we should knock them down from the realm of the True Immortal to the third level of the God Ascension Stage. Their control over the laws and life forms are not comparable to those of the normal God Ascension Stage."

The young man said extremely horrible words without a care in the world.

The fate of countless practitioners was decided in the blink of an eye.

It took countless years of hard training to finally achieve the longevity and longevity I have today.

Now, just because of a word from the young man, these people are going to be demoted to a lower realm and become cannon fodder to kill the suspected original demon.

Lu Wenwu, who was far away in the reserve camp, naturally had no idea that a huge net was coming over him.

Now he is choosing his first copy after his ascension.

"A copy of the God-ascending Realm. I'm really looking forward to it."

Lu Wenwu lay comfortably on the sofa, constantly flipping through the worlds he could choose from on the system panel, feeling relaxed.

Compared with the randomness in the human world, he prefers this method of being able to choose by himself.

"Xiaobao, Maomao, do you have any ideas?" he asked, tilting his head.

Maomao, who was lying on his stomach beside Lu Wenwu's legs and walking with a big bell, showed his signature smile and said innocently, "It's up to the master to decide! Maomao has become very powerful in the Time House!"

Lu Wenwu smiled and rubbed its soft and furry belly.

It’s still easier to have a dog.

"Just be happy. I need to sleep! I need to rest! I agreed that I can sleep twenty hours a day after ascending. Look at what you have done, damn it!"

Xiaobao's angry voice came from the cat nest in the hanging basket on the roof, mixed with the muffled "bang bang bang" sound of the cat's tail hitting the cat nest.

This means that the kitten is in a very upset mood.

Lu Wenwu smiled awkwardly and dared not say anything.

After he realized that the Time Chamber was of no use to him, he threw Maomao in there, along with Xiaobao.

What he didn't expect was that after paying the ticket and entering, he would have to use up the time before he could get out.

You can delay and buy the ticket later, but you can't leave early.

As for Lu Wenwu's ticket, the validity period is five years, which is five days in the outside world.

Although five years is not a long time, it is too short for a normal practitioner.

Not to mention reaching the divine realm, even at the A-level in the mortal world, some practitioners would have to spend more than this amount of time in seclusion at one time.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed!

But.

For Xiaobao, who had originally planned to live comfortably for a hundred years after coming up, supervising and guiding Maomao's cultivation for five full years was undoubtedly a heavy blow to his soul.

As a result, after Xiaobao came out, he chased Lu Wenwu and beat him up in the God of War Arena for three whole days. Later, Lu Wenwu provided him with top-notch cat-stroking services and a lot of delicious food, and Xiaobao finally calmed down.

Lu Wenwu, who is no longer a mediocre person in Wu, can certainly fight back.

But not necessary.

If you really fight back, you will not only be beaten for three days.

"I'm going to stay here anyway, so if you go out to do a mission, remember to do my share as well."

Lu Wenwu shrank his neck and began to choose the copy he liked.

Every time you go to a dungeon, it is a new adventure and an opportunity for inspiration to collide.

If possible, he personally prefers to go to some world that he has never experienced before, and the kind that can punch his way to a meat rack.

He simply passed over the technological world.

If possible, it would be enough to go to a place like Coconut Juice City once. I never want to be tortured again.

I've been to Xiuxian before, and I don't really want to go again.

I've also been to the apocalyptic wasteland, and it's too boring to mix fighting zombies with high-tech weapons, just like fighting sandbags.

Interstellar high-level martial arts?

This seems interesting, I'll write it down as an alternative.

Lu Wenwu screened and flipped through thousands of worlds, but he was not satisfied with any of them.

There are a few that look good, but the world doesn’t have enough capacity to handle them.

Either only one person is allowed to enter, or only those who have reached the first level of godhood can enter.

This is very embarrassing.

After searching for a long time, Lu Wenwu finally set his sights on a world with a background that was more like high-level martial arts mixed with fantasy.

[Copy: Peerless Divine Weapon]

[World background: In the Warring States Period, the various countries fought for hegemony. Among the millions of swords, only the twelve countries were respected. However, the warriors who could cut mountains and rivers, move mountains and fill the sea have long been abandoned by the times. Only those who mastered the magic weapons can ascend to the sky in one step and become the real strong.]