Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 425 Dormammu, I'm Here to Negotiate (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

What does it feel like to be teleported by the God while fully conscious?

It's very simple, just one word—dizzy!

In many fantasy novels, traversing the starry sky with one's physical body is considered an unparalleled powerhouse, and the idea of ​​grasping the sun and moon and plucking stars from the sky is no longer just empty talk.

As for traversing the multiverse, it is even more difficult, because in this process, one needs to pass through the spacetime crystal walls of countless planes. This alone is enough to shatter the ordinary body and soul of the transmigrator into microscopic particles, which is basically no different from being dead.

The main god's teleportation mechanism first disperses the reincarnator's body into particles, and then uses incredible power to tear apart the barriers between planes, allowing the reincarnator to cross one plane after another.

At the same time, the main god will also use hypnosis to shield the reincarnator's soul from perception, because this method of crossing over has exceeded the comprehension of three-dimensional life. For those who are not strong enough, seeing this scene will very likely damage the foundation of their soul, or even directly erase their consciousness.

The strength here is insufficient; the starting point is only the intermediate level of the fourth tier, which is about overcoming inner demons. To fully withstand it, one must reach the level of the fourth tier.

Looking at the current Zhongzhou team, only Wu Xian has reached this level, so he is the only one among the current Zhongzhou team members who remains clear-headed.

Moreover, his body, currently bathed in the teleportation beam of the main god, showed no signs of damage.

As more and more Wu Xian entered the mysterious space, and each Wu Xian explored their own potential in their respective world, their overall strength began to enter a terrifying period of explosive growth.

In particular, his physical qualities and the strength of his soul have far surpassed the fourth-order level, and he is not far from becoming a true saint, and this is without activating the Light of the Mind.

Therefore, the method by which the main god dismantles the bodies and souls of reincarnators did not have an effective effect on Wu Xian.

However, the moment he is forced to collide with those spacetime crystal walls, he will involuntarily feel dizzy, as if someone is hitting him on the head with a club from time to time, but because his head is too hard, he cannot actually faint.

Left with no other choice, Wu Xian could only force himself to concentrate and observe the shattered spacetime crystals around him, trying to glean some insights from them.

This is the manifestation of the origin of spacetime, containing the most profound laws of the universe. Once he can comprehend something about it, it may be of great benefit to him when he formally breaks through to the Sainthood stage in the future.

Just as he was thinking this, Wu Xian suddenly felt the surrounding pillars of light brighten a bit more. Suddenly, his head felt a heavy weight on it, as if a huge iron ball was smashing into him. When he came to his senses, the scene outside the pillars of light changed again, and a large number of bubbles appeared.

As Wu Xian's gaze swept across the bubbles, he seemed to see vivid scenes unfolding before his eyes.

A man with the American flag piloted a plane that crashed into an Antarctic glacier;

A green giant roars to the sky in the ancient Roman Colosseum;

Golden and red steel robots carrying rockets traverse the wormhole...

Without a doubt, these are classic scenes from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Clearly, the beam of light from the main god has broken through the space-time barrier of the Marvel universe and is about to reach its destination.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, preparing for what was about to happen. But just then, he felt a gaze upon him, and then a voice that was neither male nor female echoed in his mind.

"Finally, someone usable has arrived..."

Before the words were finished, a temporal turbulence suddenly appeared.

In his astonishment, Wu Xian only had time to catch a glimpse of a phantom figure made of the cosmos.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying surge of energy tore through the pillar of divine light, engulfing him and slamming him into one of the world bubbles within it. "Holy crap!!"

The change came too suddenly, and Wu Xian had no time to react. Swept up by the energy torrent, he could only try his best to stabilize the space-time around him, while calling out to the chat group interface, trying to break free from this restraint by teleporting.

But it failed.

This energy was so violent that it forcibly disrupted the surrounding spacetime, making it impossible for the chat group to locate Wu Xian and temporarily disable the teleportation function.

Which bastard did this?!
Recalling the illusory figure he had last seen, a flash of anger crossed Wu Xian's eyes. Just as he was about to activate the Light of the Mind, his body suddenly felt light, and he regained his footing.

Subconsciously glancing around, all I could see was a deep darkness, with countless large and small, desolate and lifeless asteroids vaguely visible, linked together by some mysterious force, floating like beads in the seemingly boundless space.

Within this space, a strange dark power permeated the air. The moment Wu Xian appeared, it rushed to enter his body, attempting to assimilate his flesh and soul into this world.

Fortunately, Wu Xian's spiritual light reacted spontaneously, firmly blocking these dark energies from entering.

But that's just who he is. If any member of the Central Continent team were to enter this place, they would probably be completely assimilated by the environment within minutes and turned into something unrecognizable.

Oh, except for Zhan Lan and Zheng Zha. The former has the power of the phoenix protecting her mind, and the latter is also cheating. He might even be able to temper his inner demons and break through directly to the Fourth Middle School.

Closer to home.

Wu Xian expanded his senses and discovered that the structure of this space was very strange, especially in terms of time, which gave people a sense of incompleteness.

I tried to send messages through the chat group again, or contact a few unofficial members, but all I got was a "no signal" message. Helpless, I could only start to slowly explore this dark space.

And so, Wu Xian transformed into a golden rainbow, charging through this space with all his might, but he couldn't find any end in sight. However, he didn't get impatient. Instead, he activated his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and calmly scanned the surrounding darkness.

Finally, he seemed to have discovered something. The brilliant blue and red light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter. His rapidly flying body suddenly stopped, and then he punched a dark void.

Click!
With the sound of the mirror shattering, a huge spatial rift tore open, and behind the rift, the shadow of a city could be faintly seen.

Just then, a cloaked figure flew into this space from another rift, shouting loudly:

"Dormammu, I'm here to negotiate!"

However, before the figure could state his conditions, a gigantic face formed from flames and shadows emerged from the darkness, spewing out a deadly magical flame that killed the man who wanted to negotiate.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of temporal distortion washed over him, and the light and shadows before Wu Xian's eyes shifted. When he regained his senses, the same scene unfolded again: a figure flew in from a spatial rift and shouted:
"Dormammu, I'm here to negotiate!"

Wu Xian: "..."

Okay, he already knows exactly where he is!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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