At this moment, Mu Cang, who was like a cosmic giant, paused slightly, and his majestic and brilliant spiritual thoughts immediately reversed their flow and quickly entered a certain three-dimensional unit cell in his body.

It was empty there, except for a star system moving slowly.

This is the solar system, a ‘commemorative ornament’ specially preserved by Mu Cang.

There is still a blue star here, but it is a replica.

An unmanned blue star that is perfectly reproduced at the level of elementary particles.

The real Blue Star and all human beings have now 'moved' to the 'prehistoric world' located inside another three-dimensional unit cell in Mu Cang's body.

But Mu Cang’s goal is not Blue Star.

But the sun.

"The First Devil - Matnu Elis."

At the blazing core of the sun, a figure like a stream of light slowly emerged.

This is the manifestation of Mu Cang's spiritual thoughts.

Set against the boundless whiteness, this ethereal incarnation of spiritual thoughts appears both illusory and majestic, fragile and majestic.

He slowly stretched out his palm, raised two fingers, pinched a black light point as fine as dust hovering in the boundless sea of ​​light, and smiled suddenly:

"Long time no see, Elis. Well, it hasn't been that long actually. It's only been less than a month since I last placed you here...

Haha, of course, for you, sixty-eight thousand years have passed, sixty-eight thousand years of absolute sobriety, absolute loneliness, and absolute boredom."

This was just Mu Cang's murmur, and he had no intention of talking to Elis.

Because for Elis who is currently in the "torture of nothingness", even a most dirty insult is a supreme gift, enough for him to remember it for a long time, so that he can survive the extreme loneliness and despair.

boring.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Mu Cang's fingers pinching the black spots flickered, "I'll lend you my memory."

Buzz——

The black light spot trembled extremely fast, and in an instant, all the memories of Elis trapped inside the light spot, including the desperate memories of sixty-eight thousand years of nothingness, were copied by Mu Cang.

Then he let go of the black spot and disappeared into the sun.

Only Elis, who was unaware of this matter, was left in place, continuing his 'torture' of nothingness that would last for countless billions of years.

Realistic starry sky.

Mu Cang slowly came back to his senses and looked at the small ball of light in the huge palm.

This light group is the weapon used to deal with Leviathan this time - the Memory of Elis.

He didn't intend to experience the taste of this memory.

Although Mu Cang is not afraid of a mere sixty-eight thousand years of loneliness, it is completely necessary.

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Things, the sixty-eight thousand years of loneliness that cannot be broken even by being extremely awake, and the loneliness that cannot be relieved by anything imaginable...should be enough flavor."

Mu Cang smiled coldly, "No, I think it's not enough, far from enough."

After saying that, he wrapped the "Memory of Elis" layer by layer with endless light.

Suddenly, contrary to common sense, its 'volume' expanded to a million times its original size.

That is, the memory of sixty-eight billion years of despair and loneliness.

"It's equivalent to counting from the second the universe was born to being alone for 13.7 billion years until the 21st century..."

Mu Cang smiled jokingly, "...and it went back and forth five times."

Somewhere in the vast void of the fantasy realm, in the painful hell.

Mu Cang (the clone) suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the memory crystal in his palm, which was as black as the starry sky, and grinned: "Then, let's get started."

Hissssss——

His body of hatred slowly collapsed, shrinking into a ray of scarlet light.

At this time, the majestic power of hatred was also flying in all directions, sweeping the sky, entangling the crystal diamond condensed by the 'Memory of Elis', and clinging to it layer by layer.

In just a few seconds, it turned into a slightly sluggish dead soul with a blurry face.

At this moment, the scarlet light that had been hanging in the air for a long time suddenly penetrated into the eyebrows of the dead soul.

The power of hatred circulating in the surroundings worked again, creating a body from scratch, which was about thirty or forty years old, with a wretched appearance and a thin body, with blood and scars all over the body.

The next moment, the dead soul stepped towards the body and immersed itself in it.

Gudong...

Heartbeat.

The wretched middle-aged body immediately trembled.

The bones, internal organs, muscles, and skin were shaking endlessly, and even the shabby linen clothes he was wearing were trembling slightly.

"Real memories, illusory soul, broken body, I exist in the gap between the three."

Mu Cang's voice echoed faintly throughout the surroundings, "With the combination of the three, Leviathan will definitely not be able to detect it.

After he swallows up this memory of despair that contains 68 billion years of eternity, hehehehe, I don’t know what his reaction will be."

Then, a voice sounded in Spencer's ear:

"Take me to Leviathan. I want to give him a gift."

Nailhead bowed his head and responded respectfully, then raised his hand to manipulate the space, teleporting himself and the body that concealed Mu Cang's will out of this narrow basement.
Chapter completed!