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Watching the back of the man gradually going away, Gelu, who was silent for a long time, finally asked tentatively: "If you don't mind, can I stay?"

"Sorry, my friend, this is a matter between the two of us, I don't want a third party to be present." The initiator rejected the other party's request without thinking.

"Okay, I see." Gru seemed to have expected such an answer, and followed in the footsteps of the former and chose to leave.

When the two of them walked away completely, the beginner took a deep breath and shouted at the "stagnant" wall not far away: "Come out! I know you are here!"

The voice just fell!

It was supposed to be inside the still city wall, but suddenly a figure slowly walked out, it was Zhang Cheng himself.

Seeing that he was not affected by the dark blue liquid scattered in every corner, he asked with a slightly emotional tone: "When did you find me?"

"No! I didn't find you, but I instinctively felt that you should have been waiting for a long time." The beginner replied with a smile on his face.

"So are you ready to meet your own destiny?"

"Ah! I'm ready! Come on, let me see whether your consciousness is stronger or mine is stronger."

"Swallow!"

……

Accompanied by a deep voice, Zhang Cheng directly abandoned the body that was shaped in the spiritual world, and injected everything including his consciousness and spiritual power into the overlord's organ.

Through this organ, he allowed his spiritual power to grow exponentially and nourish the heart of the tree of chaos.

In just a few seconds, a towering tree took root on this land, and a large number of vines quickly tied up the beginner from head to toe.

But the latter had no sense of resistance at all, allowing the vines to drag him into the air.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but that his subjective consciousness was no longer in his body, and he was forcibly pulled into another place, a world inside the giant tree.

Here, a bloodless war is about to take place.

At the same time, Byron did not know when he came back again, admiring the amazing power unconsciously emanating from the Tree of Chaos from a distance, and muttered meaningfully: "Has it finally started..."

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tree world...

In a different space located inside the tree of chaos, two consciousnesses that have escaped the limitations of their bodies are looking at each other in the form of pure souls.

After a full minute, Zhang Cheng reached out and inserted his hand into the other person's chest, and said in a cold and emotionless tone: "It's all over! From today onwards, I am the only myself, a truly perfect life."

"The only one? No! You are not the only one! At least not for the time being! I will lurk in your consciousness and wait patiently for the second chance to be resurrected. As long as I firmly believe that I still exist, you will never be able to erase the last imprint. "The initiator didn't try to resist, but left a meaningful sentence at the moment when it was about to disappear.

"You think I'll give you a second chance? Naive! Under the resonance of your soul, no matter how deep your last residual consciousness is hidden, you can't escape my surveillance. I'm sorry to say this, but I still want to tell you You, you have no future."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng's hand inserted into his chest immediately released a silver gloomy light.

next second...

The beginner's soul and consciousness immediately lost their human form, turning into a ball of silver light and slowly blending into Zhang Cheng's body along the arm.

Finally, when the two merged into one, the entire tree world began to change rapidly.

Those originally hazy and blurred images became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye. Various animals appeared in the desolate and silent environment at some point, as if the dead world suddenly came alive.

In particular, the huge spiritual power released by the remaining organs of the overlord's corpse brought infinite spirituality and vitality to this world.

When Zhang Cheng opened his eyes again, the tree world had already become a real world.

Looking at the vibrant scenery in front of him, he couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth slightly, and said to himself: "This is my heart after devouring and merging? A perfect world? But unfortunately, it doesn't fit my vision at all. Taste. Maybe, then, a little bit of a change is needed."

The voice just fell!

The clear sky was suddenly covered with a thick layer of dark clouds, and the green plants on the ground also twisted in a very short time, forming eerie faces.

As for the animals, they were all dead in less than a minute, replaced by undead and ghosts born from the corpses.

dark!

evil!

Surprising!

It also makes creepy noises from time to time!

Looking at the rapidly changing tree world driven by his own consciousness, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction: "Great! This is the truest expression of my heart! People who are completely integrated into the darkness don't need false light, let alone A so-called haven of tranquility is needed."

Hypocrisy and weakness are common problems of almost all intelligent beings, and the inner world is the most direct manifestation of these two weaknesses.

Among them, hypocrisy represents the restraint of the true self. It is a stupid act of self-castration in order to cater to the values ​​of the group. By cutting off strong desires and following certain customary rules, it prevents oneself from becoming an alien in the group, avoiding persecution, exclusion, and even falling into Loneliness and solitude.

It is essentially a kind of disguise and deceit, but when hypocrisy and ethics are mixed together and become a habit, it will completely kill the infinite possibilities of the future, and firmly hold a creature within the well-designed framework.

Weakness, by contrast, does not have the power to stifle infinite possibilities that hypocrisy does, but it is no less dangerous.

Because weakness is a self-protection mechanism, and since the most fundamental motivation of life itself is to live, when encountering a powerful enemy or difficulty, often the first thing that comes to mind is not to overcome it, but to avoid it from a distance, so as to ensure own safety.

From a certain perspective, weakness can keep an intelligent life away from danger, pain and stress, and live in a relatively relaxed environment.

After all, ease and comfort are the ideal life pursued by most ordinary lives.

But unfortunately, Zhang Cheng was doomed to miss ease and comfort a long time ago. Either he became a loser on the road to the top, fell from the middle of the mountain into the abyss, or climbed to the top of the mountain to look down on all living beings.

With the belief that he must never fail, he withdrew from the tree world and began to reshape the body that accommodates the soul and consciousness.

At the moment when the shaping was completed, Byron, who had been waiting for a long time, finally couldn't help asking: "It's all over?"

"Ah! It's all over!" Zhang Cheng nodded slightly.

"Then can you tell me who you are? Or, who is a higher proportion of you now?" Byron's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"I am me! There is no change from before! It's just that there is another memory in my mind, and another way of thinking. Devouring fusion is not like you imagined, it is all acceptance without any selectivity , but a kind of filtering and optimization. In this process, I will lose some precious things, but I will also gain some precious things. All of this is to surpass and make myself more perfect."

When he said these words, Zhang Cheng inadvertently revealed a unique temperament, a breath that was completely opposite to his previous performance.

Byron obviously noticed this, and continued to ask with interest: "I'm a little curious, what did you lose and what did you gain?"

"Are you inquiring about my privacy? Or do you want to test whether I have reached the perfection you expected?"

Prying into the essence of the soul, no matter who it is, is a naked provocation.

Zhang Cheng didn't turn his face directly, he was already very calm and restrained.

"Hahahaha! Of course not! I have always known that true perfection does not exist. All beings at the apex of evolution, including you and me, can only approach perfection infinitely, but never reach perfection. I just I'm just curious about the extent to which new life can be produced when two souls from parallel universes collide and fuse."