Chapter 547

In the collective subconscious sea, no one ever thought that there would be a vast land here.

It's not very accurate to say that the land is a world tree. Above the lush leaves, there are pieces of land. At the bottom of the tree root, there is a giant ox, whose root is rooted in the world. The giant ox runs in the collective subconscious sea all the time.

On the whole world tree, there is a python winding around. When the snake's tail approaches the branches of the tree, it divides into countless branches and twines on the branches of the world tree. The head of the python twines on the giant ox, and the last snake's head just lies between the two horns of the ox's head.

The rustling branches vibrate gently, emitting a little green light, absorbing all the soul close to them, turning them into nutrients of the world tree, and flowing into the whole corner of the tree through the trunk.

At this time, the giant ox and the python are no longer the two microscopic ancient beasts, but the patron saint of the world tree restored by quince according to the structure of the microscopic ancient beasts and spending a lot of soul nutrients. The real guardian is absolutely controlled by quince's will.

In the vast sea of collective subconsciousness, there are countless dead souls coming into it. Some of them, if they are lucky, will be the most lucky when they meet quince, the moving world tree, because they can get a new life in the world tree.

This is undoubtedly the greatest gift for all creatures who can't cross the sea of collective subconsciousness and enter the kingdom of belief in gods.

This is a small multiverse world.

In the whole world tree world, there are no other gods, some, only ten gods are widely spread in the world, and quince, as the complete controller of the door, is completely behind the scenes.

Standing at the top of the world tree, quince overlooks everything in the world from a distance. A kind of oily strong feeling rises from the bottom of his heart. Quince is very clear that this kind of strong feeling is just because the whole world is a part of him. He has abandoned the human body.

Or more precisely, he has a human body, which can walk in the Lord's world for him, but this human body can only hold 9 levels of power now, and it can be promoted to the demigod state at most in the future, so it is impossible to do any further promotion.

And his noumenon, that is, the world tree, has been absorbed in the collective subconscious sea for about a thousand years. In pure quantity, it is no weaker than those weaker gods. Only in quality, it still stays at the level of level 9.

"Next, it's time for us to improve the laws and powers of our world, and let our powers really improve."

Quince had a lot of information flowing in his eyes, and soon understood what Constance meant.

From level 8 to level 9 is the fruit of power, but although level 9 power has been able to survive, it is not perfect. The eleven dimensions of power are only partially intercepted by quince and others. After all, to completely master the road of a law is the road from level 9 to demigod.

Quince's way to power is to master the eleven dimensional laws completely, which is almost impossible compared with the ordinary 9-level supernormal.

Fortunately, after abandoning the human body and becoming a small multiverse world tree, quince has no limit on his life span. As long as he has not been devastated, and as long as the collective subconscious sea still exists, he can survive in the collective subconscious sea.

His shortcomings are also obvious. He needs to deal with all kinds of dangers in the collective subconscious sea at any time, and if he wants to walk in the main world, he can only rely on his human body.

The climbing of level 9 is almost the same as that of the ordinary level 9 transcendent. However, after reaching the demigod, the path of power and power is separated from other demigods.

"Oh, you've all derived the path of demigod?"

Quince was slightly surprised.

"We are not wasting the progress of the millennium. You should concentrate on hosting the progress and building power. However, we can divide up a few people and secretly take some of the absorbed soul quality ability to deduce the power road behind."

Constance took it for granted.

"Some?"

Quince's face turned black, and he didn't know how many of them were. No wonder he felt strange that even filling the energy for the eleven dimensional laws would not take so long. It turned out that the culprit was here.

"Don't worry about the details," Constance said indifferently. "Don't you want to hear our inferences about the path of demigod?"

Quince took a deep breath and said faintly, "I hope you can surprise me. Otherwise, I don't mind calculating the matter of stealing the hostility."

Constance said, "if a common demigod wants to hold high the throne and become a God, he needs to refine the divinity, light the fire, transform the divine power, feel the clergy, and finally shape the divine personality and grasp the power. Only in this way can he really complete the transformation from demigod to God. Every step is not easy."

"It's very common for people like Fanny to steal the clergy, and for people like the Duke of hell to split the clergy."

"In fact, our way of power is to bypass all the steps I said in disguise and directly grasp some kind of power.""That's the way it should be. It's much easier to light a magic fire than any other way."

Quince said with some delight.

"No, if we really do this, we will only die, not die again. Do you think that the way I said to shape the divine personality is so irresistible?" Constance rolled her eyes.

"Then you still..."

Quince was a little surprised.

"If you directly control a certain power in the multiverse, even if there is no problem at the beginning, it will be backfired with the passage of time. In the words of your previous life, virtue does not deserve to be in this position."

"What's your way?"

Quince frowned. He knew very well that since Constance had said it, there was definitely a solution.

"We need one more step."

"One more step."

"Yes, one more step, that is to replace the eleven dimensions of power with nine levels of mature power. Then, our power will be born."

"I don't quite understand." Quince frowns and reverses the effect of substitution. What does that mean?

"To use a paradox of your previous life, the ship of Theseus, do you know this paradox?"

"The ship of Theseus, I know, is about gradually replacing the wood on the ship of Theseus until all the wood is not the original wood. Is this ship the same as the original one?"

"That's the reason. We need to replace the eleven dimensional laws originally belonging to the multiverse with the dimensional laws created by ourselves. Therefore, power is our own power, and the power derived from power will not eat us back, because this power is ourselves."

"You, you are crazy."

Quince was shocked.

"It's true, but there's no denying that it works in theory."

"But do you know how hard it is to replace the original dimensional laws without changing all the powers? It's almost like doing the creator thing. "

"The creator?" Constance looked down leisurely. "Don't we look much like creator now? Isn't this our experimental field

"You lunatic, no, you are all lunatics." Quince took a deep breath and said.