Ark pigeon mode, activated!

Chimera quietly gazed at the people living on the land of Cuis, and for a moment ignored even the three gods and other enemies.

He knew many people on this earth. Even if he didn't know their names, he had seen their faces, and he had a photographic memory.

Isfiel stretched out his hand, crossed the barrier of the Tower of Eternity, and lifted up the dust-like world.

The borders of Cuisi quickly melted away, and mountains, rivers, land, oceans, the infinite starry sky, and even the sea of ​​energy all emerged one by one.

A large amount of treasures buried there are waiting for people to explore in the future.

In the center of Cuisi, the giant statue standing there began to emit a bright light. The three-sided, multi-armed figure with a huge coiled tail began to dissolve. Gray-white stone replaced the flesh and blood, spreading like a giant rope, weaving a spherical network that covered the sky, and eyeballs appeared at the nodes.

At the very center of the network, there is a statue that completely replicates the image of Chimera. Its long hair flows like a river, partially forming the base of the statue.

Its eyes were lowered, no longer as cold and sharp as before. Its hands were raised in front of its body, with its fingers touching each other, roughly forming a triangle, as if it was feeling the world through this. The power of a god at the level of a god flowed through the ordinary stone.

The earth-shaking changes attracted the attention of almost everyone. The changes in the world itself were too far away, but the changes in the statues were very intuitive. Now everyone in the extraordinary Cuisi could observe it.

Most people were terrified at first. They all knew that this statue was the power left by Chimera to guard the world. Its importance was even greater than that of the Paladin. It was completely the pillar of support for Cui Si. If there was a problem with it, it would be no less than the collapse of the sky!

But as the statue reconstructed and Chimera appeared in another form, they became ecstatic again.

This change clearly shows that Camilla is back!

Countless people cheered, shouted Camilla's name and some of the titles he had held, and even knelt down to pray fanatically.

Whether it is what Chimera did or his strength, there are reasons to admire him.

Camilla just watched all this through Isfir's eyes without responding.

The paladins gathered together and were discussing the current changes. The faces there looked quite familiar.

The elegant old Paladin Minglei, who had taken good care of him in the past; the melancholy and noble but always extremely busy Paladin Yutide; the Paladin Nightmare, with whom he had a fleeting romance; the Paladin Shenduo, who had some connection with Stuart's ancestors; and the majestic and domineering Paladin White Lion, the backbone of Cuisi...

These five people have done so much for Cuisi. With their abilities, they can still thrive even if they leave Cuisi, but none of them made this choice.

Among the new generation, many people have grown up. The most eye-catching one is the Blood Flame Knight. Perhaps in the future he should be called the Blood Flame Paladin.

There are seven Paladins of Cuis, two of whom are stranded in the Eternal Light Realm and are nowhere to be found.

Thinking of this, Camilla naturally searched and found that they were all still alive, hiding in a relatively safe secret place.

Camilla was about to send them back to Cuis, but what Isfir saw of their past stopped him.

Actually, these two were not originally Paladins of Cui Si. They came from other countries, other countries that had been destroyed by the Great Spirit.

They joined Cui Si, but chose to explore outside all year round, only rushing back at some critical moments when combat power was needed. I believe they also had some complicated feelings in their hearts.

Well, let them be.

Chimila turned her gaze back to the land of Cuis and gazed at everything on it.

After an unknown amount of time, he sighed inexplicably and muttered to himself.

"Camilla, what does civilization mean to you..."

He felt a hint of strange emotions, like a fine wine that needed to be savored carefully.

He controlled Isfir to send out several divine powers to hunt down the three gods and the great spirits, and then ignored them.

The light gathered under your feet, extending into a rainbow bridge.

He walked on it, strolling in the Eternal Light Realm with the rainbow light, and Isfir's body followed behind him, step by step.

Camilla tried to ask her to change into a black and white maid outfit, because he remembered the time when he took Isfiel from the city of Sharta where the Stuart family settled to San Siro where the Knights' Academy was located for further studies.

Nothing seemed to have changed, he was the same, fearless as before.

But everything became too much and he couldn't even find his home.

Camilla said nothing, just strolled in the Eternal Light Realm. In a moment, she was out of the Eternal Light Abyss and entered the black fog.

He is pursuing something.

There was no sudden sadness, he just... seized the opportunity to break the spirit.

As he expected, it was a breakthrough in the spiritual realm.

But he still lacked something to push him over this level, so he came out and followed the mysterious inspiration.

It’s okay not to look for it, it just takes more time.

He will get through it eventually, nothing can really stop him.

In the endless black fog, all kinds of black wish monsters are rampant and extremely dangerous, but now all the black wish monsters ignore him and let him come and go.

Being able to control the black fog, he might be a relatively advanced black wish monster.

After a day and a night, Chimila, who had traveled across countless light years, suddenly stopped and raised her eyebrows slightly.

He sensed something that he had piled into the corner of his memory and completely ignored.

That is... the world he created!

Because of the creation of the world, he was able to catch a glimpse of another him who was merging with the Limbo. Because the impact of the latter was too great, he was so focused on how to deal with it that he completely forgot about the former.

In fact, even if this thing did not happen, he would ignore it because he did not know the point of creating the world.

Now all the doubts are gone.

The way to break the soul is right here!

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Chapter 414: When the Blade Master Tower breaks the spirit!

After Camilla found the location of the world he created, he jumped across the boundary and entered it without any hesitation.

According to his cautious style, he should have used Isfir to conduct some reconnaissance, but if he really used it to understand all the secrets of this world, it would become an obstacle.

He must look at everything in this world with his own eyes.

As soon as she entered, Camilla felt the obvious changes of time.

During the time he was in the outside world, a thousand years had passed here!

However, none of the humans he sent here possessed extraordinary powers, and they perished early and were unable to reproduce and pass on their legacy.

Chimera gazed at the ridge of the sky where he had erected his tower, and the boundless sea of ​​clouds that surrounded it.

There are a large number of mineral deposits on the ridge of the middle sky, which covers everything. The materialized clouds are rich in water vapor, the vegetation is lush, there are flocks of birds and beasts, and giant vines connect different cloud layers. Even if there is no farming, just collecting fruits or hunting is enough to provide for a large population and allow them to live in peace.

This world is the greenhouse created by Camilla.

However, under such circumstances, the human race here was destroyed.

Camilla walked through the clouds and came to the ruins of a town.

This was built by the people living in this world, but it is only half built. The roads are not repaired and the buildings are not planned. Most of the houses are built crookedly, and they are mottled and decayed under the erosion of time. Only ruins are left, and scattered bones on the ground are dotted among the green grass, which have not yet completely decayed.

Some animals live here, and small animal trails are scattered throughout the town. A gray-brown flying squirrel squats on the wall, holding an acorn in its little paws and chewing it slowly, its bright black eyes vigilantly observing the movements around it.

The bustle of a thousand years ago has nothing to do with it.

Camilla watched all this quietly, without using any ability to trace back what had happened in the past.

After a long time, he suddenly walked into the ruins, picked up the scattered bones, and slowly pieced them together.

He did not use any extraordinary powers, but just did things slowly like an ordinary person, as if it were some kind of mysterious ritual.

The braid behind him that looked like the tail of a giant beast had unraveled at some point, and the pale hair, soft as silk, cascaded to the ground, like a winding stream, flowing as he walked.

He cleaned up the small square in the center of the town and placed the bones he found there one by one.

The skeletons were all incomplete, not to mention complete, there wasn't even a single intact bone.

Camilla didn't care. He slowly collected all the bones, even those scattered in other places.

Finally, he sat among the bones, lost in thought.

He did not feel guilty for the deaths of these people, nor was he sad for the extinguishing of a ray of literary light.

This heavy sorrow and grief happened thousands of years ago, tens of thousands of years ago, and will continue to happen from the distant past that cannot be traced to the long future that is difficult to count.

He had long been indifferent, had long been... seized by loneliness.

Camilla closed her eyes and quietly felt the changes in her heart.

The long, pale hair flowing to the ground seemed to wriggle with self-awareness, slowly wrapping around the bones spread on the ground and binding them tightly.

The long hair continued to extend, like spreading mycelium, gradually covering the entire town ruins, and all living things fell silent under the wrapping of pale hair.

When Camilla analyzed the hair from the Jiyi Fighting God, she learned that it had a strange name, Qianqianjie.

Every knot of hair cuts off a piece of the past and reconstructs a new self as a clone.

This method of clones is completely different from other methods used by other ascenders. In essence, it is to condense the absolutely immortal heart again and again, which will forcibly expand the upper limit of the ultimate fighting god and make his strength even more terrifying.

This degraded imitation of Camilla cannot achieve that level, but it is easy to use it to break the limit of the physical body.

In fact, he doesn't even need to control it, it can do it on its own.

Camilla didn't care about it at all. His body was a patchwork, so it didn't matter what happened.

After sitting here quietly for a long time, he was suddenly startled by a strange sound.

That indistinct murmur, that pious and reverent thought... is prayer!

Something in this world is praying to him!

Camilla immediately pursued the past. With his perception, everything in this world was visible.

Then he saw a very strange creature.

That's a cloud.

The clouds in this world were not born naturally. Everything was created by him with the seeds of disaster. However, the birth of spiritual intelligence was really unexpected.

Chimera did not approach, but just observed it from a distance.

This cloud has a simple structure and is less intelligent than a three-year-old child. It can only think in a very simple way. It usually just floats around with the wind, and occasionally tries to actively go to other thick clouds to absorb accumulated water vapor. It moves very clumsily, like a ball of cotton candy slowly rolling in the air.

Once something is successful, it will convey a very happy emotion.

Then, pray to the world, to the God who created it, for the joy it can taste.

All of this will point to Camilla.

Chimera stared at it quietly without any interference, letting it live freely.

He gradually felt a very weak and strange power being fed back to him from it.

This trace of power was like dust compared to the power that had already reached the extreme of the Black Sun, but it was like a catalyst, allowing him to begin a certain transformation.

The most basic structure in the mind that can identify a living being as an individual is called the true spirit in many spiritual practice systems.

At this moment, Camilla felt that her true spirit was splitting, losing some kind of restraint, and merging more deeply with the spirit of despair.

And this is the breaking of the soul at the spiritual level!

Crush the most basic and subtle structure of yourself, then reshape it, and there will be no limits from now on!

Of course, this pass is also extremely dangerous. Not to mention the difficulty of breaking it, the result is often collapse. It must be restrained with a strong will that has been tempered thousands of times!

Camilla felt a little confused.

The world he created gave birth to intelligent creatures, but what did they give back to him?

It wasn't something superficial like faith, which he could only barely perceive but couldn't analyze.

When the Earth Mother's followers suggested that he create the world, perhaps it was really for him to make a breakthrough.

This is an extremely difficult method of breaking the soul. Creating a world is simply not something that a normal Black Sun level can do!

The doubt only flashed through her mind, and Camilla had no intention of delving into it. She soon became immersed in the breakthrough.

His perception became increasingly sharp and subtle, enough to perceive all the changes in himself at this moment.

The change of mind is just the beginning; the body and energy will evolve along with it.

The seeds of disaster became extremely active. For the first time, the countless threads that spread towards the unknown actively extracted inexplicable things from the world they touched without using any ability.

Chimilla could feel this strange existence more clearly. It was like a white flower, a flower produced by the world.

Give a wish and pick a flower.

The root of evil is the growth of devouring these things.