The heavens begin from the underworld

On a dead planet, a dead body lay on the gray dry ground, staring blankly into the depths of the starry sky.

"When the spirit reaches the state of reflection, the physical body only has the glow of the meal."

"People from the underworld? Treasures from the underworld?"

"Earth……"

The corpse murmured, the voice was a little hoarse and a little sharp, and the desire could be heard.

"laugh!"

A dark blue light descended from the sky, lingering around the holy power. He was eight feet tall and had sixteen arms on his back. He could barely be considered a humanoid figure.

"Guzu."

The visitor spoke in a low voice and looked respectful.

"Are the rumors true?"

The dead body on the ground spoke.

"The origin of Lin Yang is still uncertain, but his spirit does have a reflection level, and he is so strong that he can kill a peak saint with one move."

The saint with a faint blue light lingering outside his body said, with a hint of heart palpitations in his tone. He was one of the saints hiding outside the solar system.

When the Sword Saint took action, many of the Saints had the mentality of watching a show, wanting to see how much strength Lin Yang still had after capturing Wei Heng.

If Lin Yang is not in good condition, there will definitely be saints who are hostile to the earth lineage and take action again.

result……

All the saints were heartbroken.

"The body of the rosy meal reflects the soul..."

"interesting."

The dead body laughed, and the laughter was harsh and made people's hearts tremble.

"Ancestor, do you want me to continue to monitor the earth?"

The sixteen-armed saint asked in a low voice.

"I will take action myself."

The corpse's empty eyes gradually gained energy, and the rich malice poured out like a dark fountain.

Seeing this, the sixteen-armed saint trembled in his heart and said no more.

He was extremely confident in the strength of his ancient ancestor and did not think that his ancient ancestor could not defeat a junior like Lin Yang.

In the final analysis, Lin Yang only reached the level of Reflection of the Heavens. Although he was crushed by Reflection, he was at a huge disadvantage in front of his peers.

The gap between the two may be like that of a sub-sage and a saint.

There is more than one conversation like this, and the identities of both parties are also very similar. One is an ancient ancestor of a certain clan, and the other is a saint.

Not surprisingly, the strongest people in this starry sky have focused their energy on Kunlun, the earth. In terms of attention, the earth at this moment is no worse than the glorious time in ancient times.

…

Yaxian tribe.

One of the two saints who stopped Wei Heng also reported the matter outside an ancient palace.

In addition to these, he also talked about what the Yingban Immortal siblings experienced in Kunlun Mountain.

"A strange tree that is about to bear fruit? It is suspected to be the top holy tree?"

There was a murmur in the ancient palace, and after a while, an old voice came out again: "Send the best woman in the clan."

Although there is only this sentence, the Yaxian saint outside the ancient palace has already understood it.

He lowered his head: "Understood."

Time is like water, and geniuses are born from generation to generation. It is reasonable and reasonable for him to win over Lin Yang with one or a few people.

Except that Ying Wudi has a great hope of becoming a saint, in his eyes, this generation of the Yaxian clan may not be able to reach the saint realm, so it is better to maximize the value.

Individual will in the face of the continuation of the ethnic group...

negligible.

Soon, this saint with white hair and childish face resigned and conveyed the will of the ancient ancestor of the Yaxian clan to all the saints in the clan.

"Exiled Immortal..."

Not long after, the Yingbanxian siblings, who had not yet left the earth, received a video call from the clan. After hearing the decision of the clan's top leaders, Yingbanxian was stunned in place, while Yingwudi's face turned dark.

"My sister..."

Ying Wudi wanted to say something to refute, but was held down by Ying Banxian who understood him.

"The banished immortal knows."

Yingbanxian said softly, her clear eyes rippled, gradually blocking the true thoughts in her heart.

Seeing this, Ying Wudi, whose face turned dark, gritted his teeth secretly, feeling deeply unhappy that his sister was being used as a 'tool'.

After ending the communication, Immortal Yingban sighed and said:

"We can't resist."

Ying Wudi breathed heavily.

On the other side is the clan land of the Yaxian clan.

An old saint laughed dryly: "It seems that Xiao Wudi is very dissatisfied."

The middle-aged saint wearing a blue robe and a hair crown said calmly: "Just let him turn this dissatisfaction into the driving force for evolution, and he will be invincible..."

"Compared to back then, I'm a little slack."

The old saint was leaning on his crutches. He laughed dryly and did not answer.

If he hadn't known his identity in advance, no one would have believed that he was a noble saint.

…

Kunlun, Dameng Peak.

Qin Luoyin, with purple hair hanging loose, was lying on the bed, looking very lazy, her eyes a little hazy, as if she was dreaming and waking up.

The nails of her hands were painted with a layer of crystal purple, sparkling with stars, and she was caressing her white and strong thighs unconsciously.

"Ding ding."

The communicator rang, which quickly dissipated the haziness in Qin Luoyin's eyes. After seeing the communication from Saint Qimeng, Qin Luoyin straightened up his demeanor and pressed the answer decisively.

"Luoyin, what do you think of him?"

Saint Qimeng, who was dressed in plain White House attire, had a slightly unusual look on his face.

Qin Luoyin knew that "him" referred to Lin Yang. She rolled her eyes, organized her words, and answered: "Luoyin thinks..."

She expressed her opinion without any concealment, and Saint Qimeng nodded with satisfaction: "We support you."

After saying that, Saint Qimeng took the initiative to end the communication.

Qin Luoyin threw down the communicator and murmured: "'We'?"

…

Duzun Palace.

After sending Qian Renxue off, Hu Sheng returned to the hall and took the initiative to report the situation of the countries under his command.

"I want to collect the power of faith, but I cannot affect the current situation of each country."

Lin Yang said.

This is to prepare for practicing the "Future Immortality Sutra".

Hu Sheng nodded and kept this in mind. After reporting some more things, she turned and left the Du Zun Palace.

Although Lin Yang established the Yinshi Imperial Court, the headquarters of the Yinshi has been moved to the Taishan Fengshan site, so that not too many people will affect the tranquility of Kunlun.

Looking at the interstellar network, Lin Yang was embarrassed by the exaggerated praises of various families.

It stands to reason that there are a lot of people on the Internet. When some people worship and admire Lin Yang, there must be people who don't like him. Because the Internet is not a real-name system, bad words are definitely inevitable.

But now is the time when Lin Yang is showing his edge, and the reflection of the strongest is different from the saint. The former can directly block the door and threaten the headquarters of the interstellar network platform, so the relevant reviewers work overtime to review to avoid mistakes.

Lin Yang looked at it and felt no discomfort.

Those gamblers who bet on Lin Yang to lose, some of them were immediately banned and banned after cursing, and countless people cursed offline, and countless people who risked everything and spent all their money were thinking about how to leave the world.

For these, Lin Yang had no interest in thinking deeply, he was waiting for the reactions of the strongest reflectors.

The starry sky was vast, and it was unknown how many light years it was, but according to Lin Yang's estimation, if a reflector with malicious intent descended, it would only be within three to five days.

[Become my Saint Seiya: @I am the most respected in this world, in? ]

The chat group message popped up, and this nickname was "Kirouto Saori" after applying for a name change.

Lin Yang's heart moved, and he got the answer after calculating the time.

[I am the most respected in this world: Is it time for the Galaxy Arena Tournament? ]

[Become my Saint Seiya: Soon, there are still a few days. ]

Seeing the other party's reply, Lin Yang thought for a while, began to split his soul and thoughts, stuffed the memory of "The Supreme of One World" into a pure thought and threw it out of his body.

[I am the Supreme in This World: Then I will go directly, I am very interested in the "Sagittarius Gold Cloth". ]

Lin Yang also knew what his shortcomings were when facing the real reflection of the heavens.

However, as long as he got the Sagittarius Gold Cloth, a reflection-level protective gear, he could protect his body to the maximum extent by wearing it.

In this way, he would not have the weaknesses that others thought.

[Become my Saint Seiya: I have opened the authority, you can come to me at any time. ]

Lin Yang checked again and confirmed that the memory problems were solved. He switched to the third profession of still being a mortal, and then submitted a crossover application to the chat group.

[This crossover requires 275 points. Do you want to cross? ]

The chat group prompt popped up.

Every time Lin Yang reincarnates, he can retain some of his life value before reincarnation. Although he is now a 'mortal', his physique is thousands and tens of thousands times stronger than before he embarked on the evolutionary path.

In the chat group's calculation method, as long as the physical and mental strength does not involve realms, laws, etc., the part to be transformed when crossing is not complicated, so the points required are not many.

Otherwise, whether as an evolver or a secret realm monk to go to the Saint Seiya plane of the world of the First World, tens of thousands of points are required.

"One month before going to the other world, the time of this world will not pass..."

"Crossing."

Lin Yang gave the answer.

The next moment, the scenery in front of him suddenly became bizarre.

In a trance, he saw a wonderful picture.

The great universes overlapped like 'pages of a book', and each 'page' was boundless, without an end, without a boundary, and expanding at all times, as if it would never stop.

On the ‘top’ of this book is a place of ethereal spirits, and on the ‘bottom’ is a deep and dark place. If we continue to understand it as a ‘book’, the former is the cover of the book, and the latter is the back of the book.

If Lin Yang had not separated out the cognition of the ‘First-world Honor’ world, he would have known that the scene he saw was the world structure of the ‘First-world Honor’ world.

…

First-world Honor world.

Saint Seiya plane.

Japan.

In a manor covering a vast area.

Lin Yang, dressed in black casual clothes, suddenly appeared in the living room of a villa.

After taking a look at the surrounding environment, Lin Yang looked at the purple-haired girl who was standing up from the sofa. The other party was wearing a white off-shoulder long dress, with a beginning size of her chest. Her expression was firm, and there was also a trace of girlish weakness, but that noble temperament was unforgettable.

“Kirouto Saori?”

Lin Yang just opened his mouth and yawned instinctively.

For some reason, he felt a little sleepy when he first came to this world and wanted to sleep very much.

This is very abnormal.

"It's me. Welcome to the Galaxy Tournament."

Chirodo Saori walked towards the 'peer' in front of her, and a fragrance hit her face. I don't know if it was perfume or body odor.

Lin Yang, who was feeling sleepy, rubbed his eyes: "Just call me 'Lin'."

"I'm a little sleepy. Can you arrange a room for me?"

He yawned again, and then, under the erosion of new blood, he started coughing again, and his mouth was full of blood.

Seeing this, Shiroto Saori frowned slightly and said, "Since Mr. Lin is tired, Saori will arrange a room for him, but..."

"Do you need a doctor?"

Lin Yang shook his head: "No, I have an old illness, it's not serious."

"Then please follow me."

Shiroto Saori suppressed her worry, she led the way in front, and took Lin Yang to the guest bedroom on the third floor.

"You can stay here until Mr. Lin leaves, Saori will not disturb you."

Shiroto Saori said, and walked out of the guest bedroom.

"Thank you."

Lin Yang, who couldn't bear the sleepiness, saw Shiroto Saori close the door, so he took off his clothes, lay comfortably on the bed, and gradually fell asleep.

He only thought about sleeping, and didn't think about why he was sleepy, why he could sleep in a strange place without worry.

The moment Lin Yang appeared in front of Shiroto Saori, there was a force guiding his behavior. All kinds of futures and choices were influenced by people, and only sleeping was left.

Soon after, a snoring sound of "Swish...Swish..." was heard, and the door of the room was opened.

Kido Saori walked in. Although her clothes had not changed, the firmness and weakness in her expression had disappeared, and she turned into indifference and holiness.

At this moment, she was no longer the eldest lady Kido Saori, nor the goddess of war Athena, but the Beyonder Mother of No Birth, who ruled the "Vacuum Hometown" and had the "Twelve Gods" following her, and the Golden Emperor of the Mythological Age.

As early as the day Kido Saori joined the chat group, the Mother of No Birth had noticed it, and the consciousness of "Kido Saori" was covered by the Mother of No Birth's consciousness as vast as the heavens and the worlds.

To the Mother of No Birth, Kido Saori was just a "sub-personality". She would let it exist when she didn't want to pay attention to it, and if she needed it, she could dominate everything of the "sub-personality" at any time.

The girl with purple hair and white dress walked to the bedside. She lowered her head, her waist-length purple hair drooped, and her eyes as deep as the boundless starry sky looked at the sleeping Lin Yang.

Given the gap between the two, Lin Yang's memory was seen through by the purple-haired girl at this moment.

In order to travel through the world, he gave up his cultivation.

Sweeping all enemies outside the domain.

The first army of the Xilin tribe appeared.

Go to the world of "Yi Zi".

The strong man from outside the domain descended on Kunlun Mountain.

Retreat and practice hard for a year.

Fight with a woman named Yaoyao.

Go to the world of "Ninja World Commoners".

Sweeping the Western Holy City...

Looking at Lin Yang's memory, the purple-haired girl's eyes did not change. Some mortal experiences were too small compared to the life of "Him", like a grain of sand in the universe.

Suddenly, the purple-haired girl's eyes changed, and she saw a piece of white.

It was pale paper scraps, which came from the great power of the weird ancestor.

"Hmm."

She groaned in pain, her beautiful face twisted, and she staggered and fell on the bed, with Lin Yang's scorching temperature coming towards her.

"This..."

Seeing that there were more and more white scraps of paper in Lin Yang's memory, and she was getting more and more uncomfortable, the purple-haired girl stopped peeping in time and stopped observing Lin Yang's memory.

Then, her body fell down, concentrating on cleaning up the negative effects brought by seeing the white scraps of paper.

In his dream, Lin Yang felt a familiar soft touch around him, and the instinct he had developed over the years made him skillfully stretch out his hands and grab where he should grab.