I looked at the countless chaos, gritted my teeth, and looked at the life and death book in my hand, and I frowned.

I have thought of a way now. At this time, this chaos is spreading in this space. As long as I use the Life and Death Book to control the place where the world is eroded by the Chaos, and cut the space close to the Chaos from the underworld, so that the two worlds will be separated.

But doing this is very dangerous. To put it simply, the underworld is already an extremely stable space at this time. Suddenly cutting it opens will cause space turbulence and something like a black hole will appear. As soon as this black hole appears, a violent suction force will appear.

No matter what it is, it will become a victim of the turbulence in this space. If the turbulence in this space expands, it will even directly destroy the underworld space.

I watched the chaos get bigger and bigger, and I gritted my teeth. If I don’t try, the tens of millions of human souls in the underworld will disappear. If I try, even if I fail, I will just have a different way of death, but there is still a certain chance to isolate the erosion of this chaos.

"Tsk." I frowned and looked at the chaotic thoughts. Suddenly, this book of life and death suddenly began to absorb my energy. Before I could react, I suddenly had two-thirds of the energy in my body had disappeared.

I felt soft all over, gasping heavily, and looked at the life and death book in my hand in surprise. It seemed that using this life and death book was not as expensive as I thought.

However, most of my energy disappeared and finally made me worth the money. Originally, this huge chaos was already a circular area with a diameter of dozens of miles, but at this time, a transparent, black glass-like thing appeared around the circular area.

The chaotic aura continued to hit the black glass, and countless banging sounds came, but the black glass had no intention of breaking.

Just kidding, this is not the so-called "glass", but the cracks in the space.

No matter what you want to cross the space crack, it will be shattered instantly, and the black chaos aura is no exception.

I saw that the chaotic energy finally found a way to stop them from spreading, and I felt relieved, but looking at the black space crack, it was already unstable.

These huge space cracks are like lions that have been silent for a long time, and they will burst out at any time. Although the space cracks are only wide and thick, the energy contained in them makes people unsurprising that these glass-shaped space cracks can destroy this huge world.

At this time, these space cracks finally began to roar. Countless whirlwinds formed in these glass-like cracks, and began to squeeze the stable space next to them.

No, it's really out of control.

I browed, and I couldn't explain what the situation was. If I found a scientist or something to explain the current situation, it might be possible to use a lot of conclusive theories to explain it, but I don't know what's going on now. Anyway, I knew that the tiger had just been killed and the wolf pack came again.

"Monkey, what's going on? Didn't you say that you wouldn't let the grudge between me and Chaos affect this world? Hurry up and disappear all these things, and I'll let you slaughter." I yelled at the demon monkey.

"I want to take your life, but in the blink of an eye, you need to come to my door for me to kill." The monkey glanced at me without cutting: "The fruit of the cause, the cycle of heaven and earth cannot be changed!"

"I am just a causal incarnation, but not a causal in effect." The monkey looked at me with a complicated expression: "I am also a matter controlled by causal in effect!"

"Yeah." I frowned and looked at the monkey. He was just a causal incarnation. The monkey smiled indifferently and said, "Fate is actually the person who controls everything in the event!"

"If this world is compared to a novel, then the author is destiny, and the reader is cause and effect." The monkey said.

"What does it mean?" I frowned and looked at the monkey.

"It's like a person writing a book, countless people point fingers and point fingers, all wanting to let the book go according to their own wishes, and all want to see a satisfactory ending. This is cause and effect, countless karma. For example, if a person in the book kills the protagonist's wife in the book, then the reader will especially want to kill this person and let the protagonist take revenge. Then even if the author does not want to write this plot, under the urging of so many readers, he will write the plot of the protagonist's revenge." The monkey explained.

"You mean our world is a book." I feel that the monkey's words are really funny.

"Yes, this is a metaphor, but it is also a fact. This is a real world, but for people outside the book, we are people in the book." The monkey nodded: "If we follow this metaphor, I am the incarnation of the readers of this book!"

"Fate is the author, and cause and effect is the reader." I wanted to laugh at this moment, but I couldn't laugh. In fact, sometimes life is so dramatic, just like writing novels, just like I was just a good high school student at the beginning, and inexplicably became Mr. Yin and Yang, and inexplicably became Ksitigarbha King.

What I have experienced over the past few years is really as wonderful and magical as written in various novels.

The demon monkey hesitated for a moment and looked at me and said, "These cracks are the sins you have to sit down by yourself. Only you can repair them yourself, but there are countless spatial memories in these cracks. Look at these cracks carefully!"

When I heard the words of this monster, I looked at these cracks. When I saw them, my brows frowned slightly. Each of these cracks was like a small mirror. There were various pictures in the mirror, all of which were pictures of humans living in the underworld, and even pictures from ancient times.

Your human race is worthy of being a genius clan. You can make the space slowly recognize your existence, and even the space has its mark on your human race. If you see, these space cracks are violent, they have not erupted. That is because of your human race's marks. It is even said that these have become spatial memories, making these spaces vaguely treat themselves as human races. So in order not to let your human race disasters not erupt, otherwise if the space cracks violently, the underworld will be completely shattered in less than ten seconds.

"Is that true?" I nodded and asked at the demon monkey, "Then is there any way to make these space cracks disappear!"

"Are you messing with me?" The demon monkey snorted coldly and said, "Those I just said were just respect for the ancient heroes of your human race, so I said something. I will not give you anything later. The future of the human race depends on yourself."
Chapter completed!