At the top of the void, at the top of everything, chaos surges above, decomposing and assimilating the matter of all this! But here, there is a tiny, tiny world that floats quietly here. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This world is really small and pitiful, the radius is only half an acre in size, there are no sun, moon and stars, there is no living thing, there is chaos as far as the eye can see, only a small pool is located in the middle of this world!

The small pond was completely stony and looked plain, but countless small Taoist talismans, magic spells, Buddhist mantras, gods and even more ancient mystical pictures and texts were engraved on it!

This is a real no-go zone for infinite games, not to mention those players, aborigines. It's fate, destruction or Haotian, which occupy the supreme status, without Zhao Qi's permission, he wouldn't even want to step in!

Because every bit of this, a handful of soil, and a stone are all created by Zhao Qi with divine power, if you use more fashionable words, this place symbolizes the only true realm of infinite games!

For them, this place is simply different furnaces of ice and charcoal, and they cannot coexist!

There are many reasons why Zhao Qi wanted to create such a place. First, because his godhead has a limited stock before he achieves the true god, and because of the operation of the world, Zhao Qi can get an income from creating divine power every day, so he urgently needs a place where he can store divine power, so there is the birth of the stone pool.

Then, for other reasons, he began to build a place where fantasy and reality meet.

As for consumption? Just looking at the little divine power behind Zhao Qi that is less than that thin half-layer, then you can know the greatness of the true creation!

Zhao Qi sat cross-legged on top of the stone pool, a small sapling less than a foot tall above his head sinking in the creative divine light above his head. With his breathing, the trembling of divine power, the small tree was also gently spreading.

But this sapling looks too weak, the dry trunk, the small branches without a few leaves, sparsely half-stacked, as if the wind can blow apart!

But in Zhao Qi's eyes, it is precisely because of the support of this small sapling that is about to fall apart that his small world can be maintained!

Not for anything else, but because the name of this tree is the World Tree!

In fact, the World Tree already has a feeling that it is about to rot in various diverse worlds. Whether it's the Norse World Tree that supported the Nine Realms in the original.

Or the world tree in the "immortal" world that supports heaven, earth and people, stealing and absorbing the power of the fairy world.

Or the out-of-print world tree that Ding Dong picked up in the scrap stall of the god realm in the world of "Xiling".

Or directly the big world that supports countless people in the magic world, there are countless supreme gods, and it itself is a multiverse world tree!

Although these World Trees have different powers, they all have the basic ability to support the world, sort out the world, and transform the world!

It's the out-of-print scrap world tree of Jingle Bell, although there are always all kinds of big problems, doesn't it also support a universe?

Zhao Qi's World Tree, just like this, is simply the lower limit of the World Tree that has been refreshed again!

However, since Zhao Qi wants to transform reality before he becomes a true god, he must have such a big killer weapon that can distort the world environment!

Right! A large part of the reason why Zhao Qi wanted to create such a small world was to place the World Tree!

After all, there is no environment that can't be here. Rooted and illusory, achieved in reality.

Absorb all the powers, whether it is the spiritual power of all beings in the illusory world, or the four basic forces in reality, or all kinds of radiation, the rays are not refused. Of course, what it likes the most is undoubtedly Zhao Qichu's creation divine power, because only the creation of divine power can make it truly ask for congenital bad situations!

As Zhao Qi breathed, the divine power of creation was like silk, like fog and smoke, enveloping the World Tree. for the growth of the World Tree.

As for why he didn't directly send his divine power into the World Tree, it was really because the World Tree was too weak and too congenitally deficient. That's what you can't say!

Time passed slowly, Zhao Qi calculated the consumption of creation divine power slightly, and directly withdrew the divine light above his head.

Only the congenitally deficient sapling was still in the air.

There was a faint hint of greenery brewing on the dry trunk.

Seeing this, Zhao Qi couldn't help but smile a little. "It's not easy. After spending so much money, this is finally seeing a little shadow of success. ”

Zhao Qi lightly stroked on the sapling, and a lock of black-green air flow was grabbed by Zhao Qi in his hand.

This lock of airflow is in the real environment, it is also real, and the function of this airflow is also very simple, that is, the concept of slowly adding magical power to reality!

Every day, a large number of air currents slowly flow into reality, maybe those ordinary mortals, low-level transcendents can't detect it, but the reality environment has changed slightly!

It is believed that as long as this plan is still going on, it will one day be able to successfully transform reality.

After thinking about it, Zhao Qi let go of the lock of airflow as soon as he let go, and the airflow was like a spirit, and it returned to the sapling.

"You can grow up here. You're still too weak. Only when you truly grow into a towering tree will you become a helper. ”

Zhao Qi said with a smile, just one step has already left this small world.

Only the small sapling was gently waving the twig, as if in response to Zhao Qi's words.

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In the chaos, he discerned the direction a little, and then directly entered the world of gods.

In the World Temple, the supreme god of fate sits on the throne of the god, and a long river of fate runs through the Three Realms behind him.

The endless power of fate in these three realms of time and space was absorbed and condensed by him, and finally turned into a drop of water in his long river of fate, or a wave!

It was under such circumstances that Zhao Qi stepped into the World Temple.

"Lord, you're here." The supreme god of fate on the throne opened his eyes and then closed them again.

"Well, how are you doing with the Magic Council?" Zhao Qi stepped forward and sat on the main seat next to fate.

"Alright," Fate began, "and according to your instructions, I've guided them to prepare for the opening of the Academy of Magic. ”

In the final analysis, this is the thing that guides sentient beings and provokes fate, and fate is what he is best at.

"That's for the best." Zhao Qi couldn't help but sigh,

"The rest is the nightmare space created by that demon god, and I don't know what its effect will be on those players."

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