PFC Chapter 1017 The Story of the Chapter Wheel (Please refresh, 4100)
Chapter 1017 The Story of the Chapter Wheel (Please refresh, 4100)
Chapter 1017 Reincarnation Past Events (Please refresh, 4100)
A space that has been forcibly bound and distorted.
The worlds are anchored to a patchwork of mottled fragments.
There are no walls or roofs here; all around are broken, flowing, chaotic colors, like a wound that never heals.
Various "materials" are placed haphazardly within, including shattered star fields, the skeletons of gods, a decaying universe, and even solidified fragments of spacetime.
These materials are crushed and melted by an invisible force, reshaped into the prototype of an amorphous prop, its creator.
They are a group of peculiar beings that exist outside of time and space, their eyes reflecting the boundless world.
Fire streaks across the sky, flames transform into a hellish realm, accompanied by mysterious and wondrous collisions, expansions, and explosions. From these various reactions, complete or fragmented universes are constantly born from the scattered sparks.
The world reflected in their eyes comes from this.
[A void teleportation device is currently searching the dimension where the workshop is located. Reverse search complete.]
[Request to lift the dimensional time-space blockade and receive the package.]
[Receiving process complete]
"A special order from the Outer Void has arrived!!!"
With a shout, the strange creatures stopped what they were doing.
They transformed into human form, each with a different appearance, including dwarfs, gnomes, titans, dragonmen, and all other individuals skilled in forging.
Of course, this is not their original appearance. They simply extract legends or concepts from the world they govern and drape them over their bodies, like wearing clothes, to facilitate communication.
"It's been a while since I received any orders for extensive modifications, wait a minute."
The craftsmen huddled together in a circle, looking at the mailbox that still lingered in the chaotic flow of time, somewhat puzzled.
"It's malfunctioning, but it can be fixed with a little repair." The red-bearded dwarf picked up a hammer and tapped it.
The next moment, some crystals containing powerful time laws turned into liquid and merged into the mailbox.
“No problem.” The red-bearded dwarf took out his mailbox from the Time Stream and proudly raised his chin.
Whoosh-!
A slot popped up in the email, and the static went from muffled to clear.
[Time-Traveling Mailbox reminds you: You must pay postage to open your mailbox in the current time and space. Violent damage will result in the corruption of your emails.]
[Collecting information and converting it to equivalent currency units]
"?" The red-bearded dwarf craftsman was stunned. This was a cash-on-delivery email?
[Please pay one trillion Creation Coins or equivalent resources.]
"Why the hell don't you just rob us if they're so expensive?!" the red-bearded dwarf roared in fury.
[This price has remained the same for so many cycles, okay? Don't talk nonsense. Think about whether you've been working diligently? This is a time-traveling delivery service that doesn't include free shipping to remote areas.]
"@!" The dwarf raised his hammer, unleashing pure dimensional energy and void lightning.
Fortunately, his companion stopped him and persuaded him that this was a top-tier, drastic modification order, and that they would simply complete the entire modification design for him.
After much persuasion, the red-bearded dwarf reluctantly took out some materials and paid for the postage.
Please keep your change. Thank you for your patronage.
"This thing is cleverly designed; I can take a look at it later," the bronze dragonman mused.
"I'm only interested in what's inside. The outer void contains mystical substances, laws, and concepts. What kind of unknown reactions can it produce with things in our dimension?"
The red-bearded dwarf stared expectantly into the mailbox with his bulging eyes, then gently opened it with his calloused fingers.
[Identification complete. Membership card (NO.7) is now activated. The registered member name is: Emmanuel, the creator of the old catastrophe theory.]
[Remaining available uses: 3/5]
"Emanuel? That name sounds familiar."
"He was one of the protectors of the Supreme God and the first cause of the concept of the end of nature. I saw Him when I was born from the Big Bang of the multiverse, but we have been out of contact for a long time."
"Let's not talk about trivial things, let's see what this is?"
The package was opened while being urged.
It is a ghost face mask pieced together from dozens of fragments, a cracked ghost face mask that seems to be crying but not crying, and laughing but not laughing.
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A silence began to spread.
The red-bearded dwarf raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion: "That's it?"
Made of copper, crudely crafted, a faint divine thought appeared, and then it was gone.
That's it?
Is that really it?
Sending this kind of garbage over for extensive modification?
And you made me pay so much for postage?
"With such limited material and divine sense properties, there's simply no way to extract and replicate them into our underlying world laws!"
The red-bearded dwarf's face gradually turned red as well, and he even had to be careful when exerting force to prevent the already shattered mask from disappearing completely.
This void dimension has been completely sealed off, and the opportunity to modify and send items from the outer void is extremely rare in the long course of life.
Each major overhaul brings new possibilities for development, which is beneficial to the 'craftsmen' and the universe they inhabit. Therefore, they are happy to use the best materials and their most treasured techniques.
Generally speaking, it often results in a win-win situation.
But what happens now?
This is the first time I've seen such a ridiculous prop. It's not some celestial core, nor some system, nor some virtual air conditioning control device.
It's just an ordinary mask, a handmade product that can be found in any civilization.
They even specially sent it to the 'workshop' for extensive modifications?
Do you know that such a drastic modification could cause chaos in the world, with heroes from all realms vying for it?!
"After all, they are single-digit member numbers that do not require payment for materials."
The Titan craftsman's expression was equally complex: "Think about how to drastically modify it. Judging from this obsession, it should have significant commemorative value."
It's merely a commemorative piece.
Logically speaking, any material here could make this mask a qualitative leap, but what does "drastic modification" mean?
Only major, radical, and unexpected changes can be called "explosive transformations."
At the same time, the original features must be preserved.
But the problem remains: it's just an ordinary mask. Even if the membership card holder is a special person, there's no way to fool them.
The craftsmen stood frozen in place, while the red-bearded dwarf scratched his head in frustration.
"First, mix the gold of creation with the primordial chaos energy to give it the ancient characteristics that existed since the beginning of creation, which can also repair the cracks."
How about replacing ordinary copper with innate mother metal?
“Masks are used to conceal one’s identity. They contain a residual power that is like that of gods and immortals. By reweaving them with the Great Dao and rendering them with the Primordial Divine Light, they can be transformed into the ancestral gods of all ages at random.”
At this point, it doesn't matter who designs it, because compared to past orders with distinctive features and effects, the craftsmen simply can't figure out what kind of radical changes the members who send this item want.
Therefore, the only option is to extract all the precious materials and improve the quality.
"What's the theme?! The theme should be this obsession."
"How could I possibly take care of his sister for this obsession?!"
"Perhaps we should try to revive him, or give this mask the ability to summon its possessor."
This idea seems good.
Soon, the craftsmen unveiled a rune device that could simulate the effects of the items.
The tattered mask is placed inside, and through the laws of causality, fate, and spacetime, and by some force that binds everything, the imagined design effect is to be brought to reality.
Soon, a radiant light appeared, but it did not illuminate anything; it only caused the void and the runic devices to tremble.
"Is there a problem with the machine?"
"It was inspected in the last cycle."
"That"
Sensing something was amiss, the craftsmen's expressions changed drastically.
Unfortunately, it was too late...
Almost at the same moment he reached out and pulled the emergency brake, the traction and binding force completely broke, causing the billions of divine runes in the runic device to collapse.
Wherever it passed, the world was a uniform color, and the vast expanse of white, snow-like light ravaged everything.
Amidst the turbulent flow of time and space, a refined and gentle man sat in the temple and sighed softly.
Immediately afterwards, as the sigh dissipated, the light dissipated, time and space reversed, and all things returned to their original state.
Except for that runic device.
"God." The craftsmen were on the verge of tears.
"The causal implications of this magnitude are immense. If I hadn't sealed off this void dimension, I should have been able to locate the workshop."
The man known as the Supreme God took the mask, his expression growing increasingly strange, even displaying an indescribable complexity:
“Emanuel has been dead for so many years, I don’t know if he was the successor or a descendant, but he’s given me this kind of troublesome order.”
At this moment, its vision, mediated by the mask and the lingering obsession on it, unfolds with endless ripples of light, stretching outward into the void.
He saw
A stunningly beautiful face donned a ghost mask, petals fluttering and shimmering with a dreamlike, translucent luster.
In the depths of the other person's left and right eyes, respectively, were reflected a boy in tattered clothes and a man who defied the heavens and earth and revived from annihilation.
The boy has vanished, but the man is not bound by time; if one continues to observe, he will be discovered.
"."
This major overhaul isn't just troublesome, it's extremely troublesome.
He stood there in silence for a while, and finally raised his hand with a hint of dissatisfaction, snapping his fingers.
There was a snap.
Concepts such as fate, reincarnation, life and death, as well as enlightenment and understanding, all turned into quicksand, mixed with that lingering obsession, and filled all the cracks on that ghostly mask.
"Creation God, what are you doing?!" The red-bearded dwarf exclaimed in shock upon seeing the terrifying Dao principles.
"I can't ruin the workshop's reputation, and it's good that my karmic ties with Emmanuel are settled."
The man took out the membership card, crossed out one use, and put it back into the mailbox along with the ghost mask.
“Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die. It’s nothing more than a creation, a legacy. Whether she can take this step or not is her own business.”
That being said...
A divine thought and a message were attached, and finally the mailbox was closed and resent.
"This kind of thing should not be repeated."
[Voice message activation. The cash-on-delivery function cannot be used simultaneously with the Time-Space Message Transmission feature. Please pay the postage fee of 1.5 trillion Creation Coins or equivalent resources in advance.]
"."
The deity reopened his email, deleted the gentle reminder, and corrected it with a hint of warning:
"Next time you place an order with cash on delivery or cause trouble at your place, I'll have someone rip you off."
Everything that happens in the void has lost its sense of time.
The very next second after the time-space mailbox was sent out, a dazzling array of brilliant light reappeared in this world.
It looked as if a mailbox, enveloped in a dazzling array of neon lights, had fallen from the sky.
Swish.
The email was opened, and there was only a membership card inside.
"?"
Before she could even answer Ye Fan's question, Su Lin rushed to the mailbox with wide eyes and began searching carefully.
"Where's my mask?!"
The group members around were also stunned, but as if in response to their questions, a streak of light fell from the infinite height. Yan Sen, who was still in the City of Heavens, was the first to notice it and cast his gaze.
In an instant, the stream of light traversed the barriers of time and space and appeared in the land of immortals on Earth.
boom--!
A massive pillar of light suddenly rose from the land of immortality, sweeping diagonally across the universe and piercing through everything.
Immediately afterwards, the light went out, and a ghost face mask appeared on Ye Fan's waist. The workmanship was still rough, but the cracks had been repaired.
As the stars revolved and the surrounding space and time became blurred, a boy who looked exactly like Ye Fan but was somewhat different from Shi Hao touched a ghost face mask and pleaded sadly.
“The blood of gods, demons, and Buddhas has already been poured on it, and it will soon be my turn. I don’t care about dying, but who can take care of my sister? She is still too young, and I can’t bear to leave her behind.”
Filled with despair and unresolved feelings, he carved his longing onto the stone wall.
Not only Ye Fan, but everyone witnessed this scene.
When the boy collapsed to the ground, his life force waning, a single drop of holy blood fell onto the mask, giving it an eerie appearance. Then, his spirit dissipated.
Time flows
"Give my brother back to me. Brother, brother!"
A little girl with pigtails and tears welling up in her eyes clutched a mask. Her voice was hoarse from crying, but all she received was the boy's withered corpse and the ghostly mask as his keepsake.
She was displaced by thunder and lightning, sang ballads alone under the starry sky at night, her white clothes were stained with blood in battle, she searched everywhere in the vast universe, and finally stood proudly between heaven and earth and all things.
The years have passed so long that the bronze mask has long since shattered.
It was buried in the land of immortality along with a piece of blood-stained clothing, until 100,000 years later.
When Ye Fan appeared, a strange red color reappeared on the ghost mask, and the cracks on it were smoothed out as if time had reversed.
That mask seemed to break down the barriers of time and space. At this moment, time was no longer an obstacle, and every tributary of the future and the past was crystal clear.
As long as the owner is willing, they can travel through time to the past and draw power from different eras.
Ye Fan was stunned.
The others were even more stunned. Su Lin tried to take the mask back and use it, but found that...
It appears to be linked to an account.
Su Lin was silent for a moment, then looked up at Ye Fan, expressionless: "You son of a bitch!"
"..." Ye Fan suddenly felt as if all the words were stuck in his throat.
He really wanted to say something to Su Lin, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be the one who was taking advantage. This strange feeling made him unusually at a loss for how to respond.
“I share the same soul genes as her brother. After his death, most of his soul fragments merged and regenerated his consciousness. Our relationship is like that of Amitabha Buddha and Shakyamuni,” Ye Fan said.
"Did I ask you that?!" Su Lin's lips twitched.
A secluded paradise, a fairyland.
The Desolate Heavenly Emperor glanced at the Heavenly Emperor Ye.
“The flower soul is different.” Emperor Ye Tian was silent for a moment before saying, “I do not believe in reincarnation.”
"Who asked you that?" The Desolate Emperor stared at the mask and said, "I actually wouldn't mind having another sister."
"roll."
(End of this chapter)