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"Supreme...?"

Listening to the master's sigh, Tang San tilted his head. His mind was spinning for a moment, and he instantly recognized a possibility:

The master was shocked by the knowledge of the Old Ones, and his brain was temporarily damaged.

In the language of Douluo Continent, "Supreme" represents the only meaning of being strongest.This word is not used very often. It was mostly used by ancient ancestors to praise their imaginary creator who created the world.

Even in recent years, whether it is the prayer recited by the God of Angels in the Wuhun Temple, or the old days described with various adjectives, there is no need to use this term.

Although the overall level is very low, the top group of strong men in Douluo Star are still a bit overwhelmed by the enemy's strength.Even if you don't know what the opponent's maximum combat power is, you can still get a glimpse of it just from the power of those impressive Rugatanothoa clones.

Even in that world, Ghatanothoa may not be a low-level existence, but it is definitely not a high-level existence, otherwise it would not be the first to invade.But just being a clone of him, even just being seen by those Contras, turned those powerful men who were rare in the world of soul masters into stone sculptures, and even their souls could not be freed.

Seeing the big from the small, the most powerful old rulers, the ancient gods they knew from the words of the mental pollution monsters, could easily crush this planet, and were so powerful that they could not even imagine the level of the other party.

But even so, among the words used to describe those existences and avoid being contaminated, "supreme" has never appeared.It is used to praise the Lord who created everything. Although religion may say a few words in private, but openly it is kept on the shelf.

Therefore, when he heard the master's muttering, Tang San thought that the master was out of his mind.Even if the master didn't speak, he would almost forget the word.

Although he talks nonsense, the change in the master's temperament is indeed real.That aura of vicissitudes and wisdom is like that of an old man who has lived for an unknown length of time and has read poetry and books. Every word and every deed contains great wisdom.

Looking at such a master, Tang San didn't feel anything was wrong, but the members of the great race who had never stopped observing looked confused.

Tang San didn't know what kind of urine property Hastur had, how could they not know it after wandering around in the Cthulhu universe for hundreds of millions of years.Like the legendary Nyarlathotep, Hastur is also a lawless being who causes trouble everywhere.

Although what they got seems to be just a clone of the so-called "King in Yellow"... but the knowledge contained in it can also drive people with infinite wisdom crazy.

Especially humans like the Master, whose ability to understand the indescribable existence is far inferior to other races in the universe.Infected by the power of the King in Yellow, it was considered lucky that he didn't turn into a clan on the spot. He was so full of energy that they couldn't understand.

It is as if the knowledge retained in the mask of the Immortal King in Yellow was received by the master, but was selflessly imparted by the legendary Yog-Sothoth, "the One who unites all things."

But no matter how many questions they have in their hearts, they cannot ask the master at this time.If nothing else, the yellow silk mask held by the master is like a natural mental shielding device. No matter how hard they try, they cannot integrate into the master's mind like before.

When the members of the great race were curious about it, the master held the yellow silk mask that was as light as air, and the countless knowledge in his mind gradually integrated.After everything is sorted out, the candle that exists in the original heart slowly emerges, burning out all the messy and disordered knowledge and information, and turning it into firewood to support oneself.

"Teacher, you are..."

Although the teacher in front of him was still slim, Tang San felt that the master, who had been gradually infected by the indescribable knowledge and gradually became crazy, had now completely changed.

That ethereal temperament is like a fairy from the legend of the past life.Although he seems to have transcended everything, if you look closely, you can see that the master seems to be integrated into nature, and there is some kind of wonderful rhythm in every move.

"Did you... succeed?"

Looking at the silent master, Tang San hesitated for a moment, but continued to ask.

After listening to his question, the master finally woke up from his trance. He glanced at the disciple beside him with complex eyes, shook his head and said, "I was wondering why those beings chose me. Why not take it upon yourself to change all that.”

"Those existences? What are they? Also, what do you mean by change?"

Tang San, who was confused as he listened, frowned, not understanding what strange thing the teacher had thought of.But the members of the great race who were observing all this were refreshed, as if they understood something.

Although there is no concrete evidence, they all know that there are certain taboos in this world.

When the barrier was unstable and they took the opportunity to enter this world, Ghatanothoa, a descendant of the old days, also invaded.

Logically speaking, there should be no existence in this world that can stop Gatanothoa.Even the gods mentioned by the soul master can only contain or seal them when faced with him, and the commotion caused will definitely not be small.

But after that, they never heard of anything like this again, as if all crises had been erased in an instant.What is left for humanity in this world is to maintain a certain level of disaster and urge humanity to become faster and stronger.

After that, whether it was Tang Chen's appearance or Tang San's hidden sword, they only strengthened this humble suspicion, and now it has become an existence that cannot be ignored.

As expected, the master then explained: "Those beings... I have never known their true postures or specific names. I only know that they helped me just now."

As he spoke, the master became a little dazed, and his voice was also mixed with a little confusion.

"They gave me everything I could bear, but they never told me the responsibilities I should bear. This is not normal."

"Wisdom ignited in my heart, but I couldn't understand what they wanted to tell me. But I can vaguely feel that the breakthrough point is in you. Mistress..."

The master tilted his head, looked at Tang San who was meditating beside him, and asked, "If you had endless knowledge, what would you most want to do?"

"Create a sect?"

Almost without hesitation, Tang San spit out four words.But as soon as he said this, he regretted it.Although this has always been his dream, to recreate the glory of the Tang Sect in another world, it seems to have nothing to do with the master's doubts.

But what surprised him was that instead of just laughing it off, the master thought of something and muttered to himself.

"Establish a sect... Establish a sect... What is the core of a sect? It's the Kung Fu! In this world, there is no power to fight against mental pollution. Even the Purple Demon Eyes and Xuantian Technique provided by Xiao San can only slow it down slightly."

"Soul masters have their limits, and gods are like ants facing the past. I know, I know! They want me to open up the source and reshape a new system!"

"A system that can at least... resist mental pollution and gradually strengthen it!"