I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 621 – Gemini (2)

In the deepest part of the Kardashian realm, there was a vast swamp.

Many monsters and terrifying nightmares were entrenched here.

Ling Ping'an silently flew across the sky and landed in front of a ruined abyss in the depths of the swamp.

He lowered his head and stared at the abyss.

The gate of the abyss slowly opened, revealing the treasure vault hidden inside.

The treasury belonged to the squirming chaos and the god of formlessness.

It was the place where he had kept his secrets for hundreds of millions of years.

Other than Nyala Totip's original body, only Ling Ping'an knew about this place.

Even his incarnations didn't know!

“Hehe!” Ling Ping'an smiled as he walked into the treasury.

There was no secret to this treasury in front of him!

Thus, he strolled leisurely through the treasury.

The items that were packed in the boxes made loud noises when they sensed someone approaching.

There were even some guys who were banging against the boxes crazily and made loud noises.

“All of you are in such a hurry to do good?” Ling Ping'an was touched by these prisoners who were eager to do good. He smiled and said, “One by one… Don't worry, everyone will get a share!”

As he uttered that, he reached out his hand and grabbed the boxes.

One by one, he lifted them up.

Then, he shook them lightly, and the boxes immediately quieted down.

Pieces of broken gemstone fragments of various colors fell out of the boxes, jingling and jingling non-stop in the treasury.

Meanwhile, the other boxes instantly quieted down.

They all became obedient!

They were scared out of their wits!

Once Ling Ping'an waved his hand, the gemstones on the ground fell into his hands one by one. Soon, his hands were full of them.

But he still felt that it was not enough!

“The foundation of the world is still lacking…” he looked at the boxes and asked, “Do you want to offer it yourself? Or should I do it?”

“If I do it, I might accidentally take it all away!”

Hearing his words, all the boxes trembled.

Small gems flew out of the boxes and landed in his hands.

“That's a good boy!” Ling Ping'an smiled innocently.

He put all the gems in his hands into his pocket.

Then, he patted his pocket. The sound of the Gems was particularly pleasant to the ears.

All the boxes were trembling with fear.

Most of the things in the boxes were already listless, but they still had to work hard to show their submission in order to send this terrifying big shot away as soon as possible!

This big shot was much scarier than the squirming chaos that had captured them and forced them to transform and lock them up!

Ling Ping'an did not make things difficult for them.

After all, Nyala Totip was his man.

No matter what, he could not wipe out their little treasury, so he carried the broken body in his hand and continued forward.

After passing through the boxes, they arrived at a hall full of contradictions. That was a space filled with madness.

Nobody could retain the concept of existence there.

There was no so-called east, south, west, and north.

The entire hall was changing all the time.

This was the secret realm where the squirming chaos collected his favorite collection.

Other than himself, even if the silver key came here, it would not be able to find the little cuties that he had carefully hidden.

But unfortunately, in Ling Ping'an's eyes, this hall had no secrets.

He just casually walked in.

Ignoring all the illusions around him, he chased away the profanities that came from all directions like he was chasing away flies.

He walked in a certain direction.

Then, he reached out his hand and grabbed the gem fragments in his pocket.

Crash!

The gems fell from between his fingers.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

One by one, the gem fragments that were flowing with fluorescent light emitted a dazzling light.

At the same time, Ling Ping'an reached out his hand and dragged out a statue made of gold that was filled with endless psionic power.

The statue had no facial features, nor did it have a gender.

Its texture was as soft as water, and it could change its size and form at will.

More importantly, it seemed to be able to resist corrosion.

It made of the gold left behind after a world was completely destroyed.

And to gather the world gold needed to forge a sculpture of such a scale.

It would require at least a thousand worlds to be destroyed!

And to forge such a sculpture.

It would not only need the world gold, but it also needed to be carried by someone across time lines.

During this process, the world gold had to expel the despair and depravity of the remaining worlds.

Hence…

“The truth behind the extinction of the Yith!” Ling Ping'an laughed.

Looking at this sculpture, he knew that the high tech race known as the Yith.

Where did the race of absolute reason that once roamed the universe come from?

The answer was this sculpture.

It was a magical item forged from the world gold that remained after the destruction of a thousand worlds.

Due to the properties of the world gold, it was not subject to any crazy pollution, distortion, or subversion. It was always real and always rational.

Therefore, the Yith were able to move across time lines and repeatedly play with their enemy, the Flying Hydra.

It was just like a famous scene in a movie that Ling Ping'an had seen before: “Are you going to hit me?' Here I am! Oops, I disappear again!”

It was so mischievous, so cute!

But little did it know that it had already fallen into a trap, which was only Nara Totip's plan.

The Yiths kept jumping across time lines, from ancient times to the future, from the future to the current time line.

They kept using this magical item to change the carrier of their souls.

They thought that they were toying with time, but they didn't know that they were the ones being toyed with.

On the day when the melon ripens and the stalk falls, the squirming chaos personally plucked the fruit!

The Yiths were completely wiped out!

The remaining clansmen were all made into specimens and turned into tributes.

Looking at the sculpture, Ling Ping'an took out the flame of the remnant spirit from his pocket and injected the flame into it.

The sculpture instantly came to life!

It had eyes and facial features.

But it had no reason, no ability to think, only instinct.

It could not even control itself!

The characteristics of the world's gold determined that it could not be polluted, nor could it be distorted.

It was always real!

However, Ling Ping'an still had one thing, which was Xiao Man's body.

That body that had been distorted and contaminated.

He smiled slightly and activated Kardashian's strength.

Then, he fused Xiao Man's body with the sculpture and stomped his foot heavily.

The shattered gemstones on the ground flew up one after another, turning into specks of light and fusing into the sculpture.

These gemstones were the foundation of the world.

They were also things that would forever be real!

And there was only one way to produce them!

It was from those species or individuals that had long been extinct in the real world, but still lived in some form outside of the real world.

In some universes, these things were known as ‘receptacles'.

Because they were real, they were strange.

Coincidentally, Ling Ping'an knew that the foundation of the world and the world gold could fuse together and reach a certain delicate balance.

It could retain its characteristics, remain real, and not be contaminated.

Because it could also contain life, it could also become a petri dish!

Ling Ping'an was highly suspicious that his birth came from a similar method, or even higher taboos!

Along with the countless foundation of the world, it fused into the sculpture made of the gold of the world.

The golden sculpture in front of him gradually took on the appearance of a human.

Then, it gradually began to separate, slowly turning into the appearance of two young girls.

One was delicate and simple, determined.

The other was holy and ancient.

However, they still didn't wake up!

They only survived!

Ling Ping'an understood that unless he sought help from his main body and actively sought the crazy knowledge of his main body, there was nothing he could do!

But…

He looked at the two young girls in front of him.

“I don't necessarily need the help of my main body!”

“I remember… in the mythical grade, Ne Zha was reborn from a lotus root!”

“I might be able to consult the person behind him!”

“Perhaps the person behind him can help me!”

“Or I can directly contact the person behind Ne Zha…”

The person was definitely a supreme figure in the Buddhist world.

The god that protected Ne Zha was none other than the Primordial Lord of Heaven!

Out of the two, who should he consult?

The corners of Ling Ping'an's mouth curled up. Only a child would make a choice!

An adult would only want all of them!

Chapter end