After Fang Ning comforted the uncle, he began to assign tasks.
"Okay, this is all for your own good," he said first, and then said, "The reason why the upper world is dead is because the gods imprison mortals, making it difficult for billions of mortals to contribute excess spiritual power. , in the end the world cannot make ends meet, and after the energy is exhausted, there is no longer any strength to maintain the laws of the world."
"Wait a minute," the uncle said suddenly, "you said before that I was just a tool, a tool for harvesting the gods. Now that the heaven and earth are united, the gods are all about the same. Even if the heaven in the upper realm is dead, I think my The use has been exhausted. Death is not far away, and I won’t be able to take care of you for a few days in the future. Alas, I can’t help you with this important matter for the Lord of the Universe. You’d better be self-reliant.”
"..." Fang Ning was stunned. This really shot himself in the foot.
However, he also wondered, this guy never knew how to slack off, so why did he push back and block him today
Could it be that... it was infected by itself
"What do you want to do if you push back and forth?" Fang Ning could only say.
"It's nothing, I just feel that my future is hopeless and I am too lazy to move. Anyway, you are the master of the universe in the end, and it has nothing to do with me." The uncle said very dejectedly.
Fang Ning was speechless and said: "Look at what you said, do you think you are just a disposable tool? The sages have said, don't belittle yourself. When the old gods die, new gods will rise. When the time comes, you can reap another wave. As long as you If you always keep the tools advanced, you will not be eliminated, and you don’t have to worry about having no future at all. Besides, if I become the master of the universe, will I still burn bridges?"
"Hiss..." the uncle said in surprise, "It really won't happen, then I'll be motivated again."
Fang Ning wiped away the non-existent sweat. It was getting harder and harder to fool this guy, even if he had to drink some high-end chicken soup.
"What, what are you thinking about chicken soup?" the uncle asked in surprise.
"No chicken soup, I was just thinking about what to have for dinner." Fang Ning quickly canceled the thought in his mind, almost forgetting that this guy could still peek into his own thoughts.
"What's for dinner? Hurry up and work. We must become the master of the universe before others." The uncle urged.
"..." Fang Ning had nothing to say.
… …
As time goes by, the universe changes more and more day by day.
As the place that has the most connections with the upper world and is also the starting point, the first thing to be unlucky is the solar system.
Three months later, the eight planets, except for the earth, which was protected by Shenlong in the system field, the other seven planets began to be squeezed together.
The rock demons on Mars suffered numerous casualties, and only a handful of high-level rock demons could survive the high pressure.
This is the horror of the extraordinary era. No matter how much wisdom the lower classes have and how advanced the system is, it is meaningless under the crushing power and laws of the supreme.
This is also the reason why mortals in the upper world have been imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years. Without the ability to resist, they can only continue to rise and fall like dynasties like a feudal empire.
The winds and clouds are changing, magma is erupting, flames are blazing, and when the seven planets meet, it is simply an indescribable sight.
Fang Ning went out to take a look and was almost blinded at that moment.
"No, it's too windy and rainy outside. I'll huddle in the system space and wait until it's quiet before going out to work." Fang Ning said to the uncle.
"It's better to work while the wind and rain are strong, and only then can you compete with others." The uncle ignored him.
"It's easy for you to say. What if I die? I'd better practice in seclusion first. Just fill in all your pills for me," Fang Ning had an idea and said, "Since you can digitize matter, it's absolutely fine. If you write a magical elixir, isn’t that just like using your hands empty-handed?”
"You know how to make it up..." the uncle said angrily.
"Uh, I can't."
"That's fine, I can't do it either." The uncle said contemptuously.
"But I have a way," Fang Ning said proudly, "You can digitize an elixir first, then record its composition data, and then convert other substances into data and splice them into the same composition data. Finally, Then reverse digitization. In this case, it’s the golden touch.”
"Since you are so smart, you should start learning to write elixirs. Didn't you just write a perfect energy conversion device in the field of my system last time?" the uncle said plausibly.
"Holy shit..." Fang Ning said angrily, "This is just work for you."
"No, I am working for you. It is you who will become the master of the universe in the end. Why should I waste my time." The uncle said plausibly.
"Why are your threads idle?" Fang Ning asked dissatisfied.
"Of course it is useful. I have been practicing to deepen various system skills and improve my strength. Unlike you, you spend three days fishing and two days drying the net." When the uncle said this, he had an idea, "Since you can write your own elixir , that’s just right, you don’t need to touch the things in my system storage area, just write whatever you lack.”
"..." Fang Ning walked away dejectedly.
… …
At the same time, the planet base opened by the Dashu Demon Sanctuary, the star system where the planet is located, has been shrouded in fog, like a barrier, resisting the natural disasters and changes outside.
The Ten Demon Saints have fully arrived.
There is nothing we can do if we don't come, our hometown is gone...
"Damn it, these gods, if they can't play any more, they just fight to the death. When did they have such courage?" A giant roared, and his voice spread throughout the planet.
"I'm afraid the sage's calculations are indispensable. If the mind is lost, anything can be done. Isn't that god-guarding general a lesson from the past?" A dwarf said coldly.
"Damn it, our layout has just begun and it has been turned into a mess. The gods should be damned." The giant said angrily.
"Humph, they are almost dead." The dwarf said disdainfully.
The other eight Demon Saints did not speak, including the black spherical Demon Saint of Dashu. They were just silent.
"Dashu, you are proficient in arithmetic. Can you possibly calculate how long it will take for the universe to merge with the upper world?" the giant asked towards the ball.
The black ball then spoke: "It will begin to take shape in a hundred years, initially stable in ten thousand years, and completely stable in one hundred million years."
"It takes so long. Do we still have so much magic power to maintain the barrier?"
The ten demon saints glanced at each other and were wary of each other.
At this time, whoever consumes the most will be unlucky in the future.
Although the two worlds were completely opened, allowing them to almost come in full bloom, the fruit was obviously not that delicious.
The fierce conflict between the rules of the two worlds has completely interrupted the cultivation of these ten demon saints. The power they can exert now cannot reach the level of gods at all.
This is probably part of the calculation of the saints and gods. They will definitely not let others pick the fruit.
"The vitality transformation device was invented before in this world. With the burning of this star, it will not be a problem to persist for a hundred years." The words of the Demon Saint of Dashu calmed the emotions of the demons.
"Hmph, I don't know what happened to the other gods. It would be great if I could take advantage of them." The dwarf suddenly encouraged.
"It's better to be still than to move. Let's forget it. It's too dangerous. Now the rules outside have exploded. It's very difficult to fly, let alone space transfer." The giant held a gentle attitude.
"Huh, it's precisely because of the difficulty that I have to seize this opportunity. Otherwise, what kind of devil would I be?" the dwarf said unceremoniously.
The other eight Demon Saints looked at each other and laughed.
"What I'm saying is that this is the time when our demon tribe is flourishing."
"Yes, the demons are dancing wildly at this moment."