You Want Me to Be a Primordial Helper, But I Created and Destroyed All Realms?!
Chapter 199

Yang Mei the Great Immortal's Wild Move! Space Dao Could Be Used Like This?

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"Why not let the tiger play the games that tigers are supposed to play?"

Lin Shen's clear, childlike voice is like an invisible little hammer.

It struck precisely and accurately at Fuxi's crumbling Sage's Heart.

Fuxi's body trembled violently.

He lowered his head, his gaze meeting those clear, untainted eyes.

Yes.

Why?

He was obsessed with the grandeur of the architecture and the uniformity of the rules, but forgot the most fundamental principle—that all living beings and all things have different natures.

It's like forcing a ferocious tiger, born for slaughter, into the coming-of-age story of a sparrow.

This is hardly following the will of Heaven.

This is clearly the most complete betrayal of the path he believed in.

"I see."

Fuxi's chest heaved violently, finally turning into a long sigh, which carried a hint of dejection and instability in his Dao Heart.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Lin Shen.

"Uncle was wrong."

He readily admitted his defeat.

This apology gradually calmed the laughter of the Sage and Ancestral Witch around them, who had been laughing so hard they were doubled over.

The awkwardness dissipated, but a technical problem stood before all the experts.

Fuxi's concept of "Metaverse" has boundless potential.

But how do we solve this deadlock of "personalized experience"?

Surely we can't expect Fuxi to personally draw countless completely different "Novice Village" for the billions of living beings in the Three Realms, can we?

Let alone Fuxi, even if you tied up all the Sage and made them painters, you still wouldn't finish painting them even after the next great kalpa.

For the first time, the construction of the underworld came to a standstill due to technological bottlenecks.

"Cough."

Just then, a figure that was almost invisible emerged from a corner of the crowd.

No, it's not about leaving.

His figure seeped out from the void, gradually becoming more intense, as if space itself were his backdrop.

He was dressed in blue, with an ancient face, and his figure flickered between reality and illusion.

It was none other than one of the five newly recruited disciples, the Chaos Demon Gods who wielded the Space Dao — Yang Mei the Great Immortal!

Since entering the underworld, this ancient being has been silently observing, never showing interest in any project.

He wasn't as obsessed with creating delicacies as the Qiankun Ancestor and Earth, nor as fixated on building balance as the Yin-Yang Ancestor.

He simply watched quietly as this bizarre and dazzling city rose from the ground amidst the frenzied infighting of a group of top-tier powerhouses.

Until this moment.

He had finally found the perfect entry point—the one most suitable for him to make his move, and the one that best showcased the profound mysteries of his supreme Dao.

"Perhaps, this humble Daoist priest can solve this problem."

Yang Mei's voice was calm, yet it carried a sense of vastness and depth originating from the space itself, instantly captivating everyone's attention.

Fuxi suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with a desperate light. "Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, do you have a way?"

Yang Mei and nodded slightly, his gaze passing over Fuxi and landing on Lin Shen, who was curiously examining him.

He gave this nominal "junior brother" a gentle smile.

"Junior brother, tell me, isn't a super-large cabinet filled with countless small compartments much more fun than a cabinet with only one large compartment?"

He used a metaphor that Lin Shen could understand.

"Yes!" Lin Shen nodded vigorously immediately, "That way we can put different toys in different little boxes!"

That's exactly right.

The smile on his Yang Mei deepened.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, merging into the entire Netherworld space.

The next moment, one of his fingers stretched out out of thin air from in front of Fuxi's enormous "Reincarnation Metaverse" light screen.

Point your fingertip at the light screen and tap it gently.

"In the name of my space, I transform one into ten thousand, Mustard Seed contains Mount Sumeru!"

Buzz--!

A deafening roar originating from the very essence of the Space Laws resounded throughout the underworld!

All the powerful beings present witnessed that unbelievable scene.

The original, perfectly unified Metaverse light curtain of Fuxi is undergoing an astonishing reconstruction of its internal structure!

It is no longer a single, vast world.

An immense power is dividing, folding, and compressing this world in a way that transcends comprehension...

Ultimately, it transformed into billions of independent spaces, yet interconnected through some higher-dimensional network... "Independent Spaces"!

Each independent space is a miniature universe!

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi."

Yang Mei's voice rang out again, carrying the composure and confidence of a top technical expert solving a difficult problem.

"You just need to keep creating your 'world template'."

"You can paint a tiger roaring in the mountains, Kunpeng soaring in the North Sea, or plants growing silently."

"Leave the rest to me."

With Yang Mei, his fingertips traced an enigmatic path on the light screen.

"My 'Infinite Space Matrix' will automatically identify every soul that enters the Metaverse and read its deepest obsessions and fundamental attributes from its previous life."

"The newcomer is a tiger demon, so the matrix automatically copies a 'tiger template' and generates a unique 'mountain hunting space' for it, exclusively for it!"

"The newcomer is a fish spirit, and the matrix will create a 'deep-sea dragon palace' for it!"

"As for that wailing Hu Dali..." A playful smile appeared on Yang Mei's lips. "The next time he comes in, he'll be greeted by a vast, boundless primeval forest, and thousands upon thousands of lively bison and deer, waiting for him to tear them apart. Not a chattering old hen."

"Every soul will have a unique 'Novice Village' tailor-made for them!"

"They can unleash their true nature in their own little world and complete the 'beginner tasks' that best suit their instincts."

"Once they reach a certain stage of development, they can break through spatial barriers and enter the 'Central Main City' shared by all players, where they can begin true social interaction and adventure!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

All the bigwigs stared intently at Yang Mei with a look that defied all reason.

They were not looking at a person, but at an unsolvable rule, an absolute Dao!

Fuxi stood there dumbfounded, feeling as if his path to becoming a "Painting Sage" had been forcibly fitted with an infinitely large "hard drive" and a "CPU" with faster-than-light speed!

This is hardly a solution.

This is clearly an upgrade of his "single-player open world" into... a super massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG) with an unlimited number of independent servers!

"Yang Mei... you... you old monster..."

Ancestral Dragon pointed at Yang Mei, his massive dragon claws trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter a complete sentence.

He thought Fuxi was already cunning enough.

Unexpectedly, this quiet Yang Mei was actually the real Old Sixth!

He didn't participate in the construction of any projects, but after all the projects were completed, he used his own path to become the underlying operating system that connects and drives everything!

This is true Dimensional Strike!

As Lin Shen Can looked at that "new toy" that could conjure up countless different little worlds, the little stars in his eyes had completely converged into two dazzling Milky Way.

He cheered and charged towards Yang Mei's direction again.

"This is fun! This is the most fun!"

He grabbed Yang Mei's leg and hugged him tightly, his little face filled with pure admiration.

"Senior Brother Yang Mei! You're even more powerful than Uncle Fuxi!"

Fuxi: "..."

His Sage's Heart, which had just been cleansed by Yang Mei's technical storm, was now pierced through the heart by Lin Shen's naive "finishing blow".

He Yang Mei, feeling the slight warmth emanating from his legs, and the pure, unadulterated praise.

Finally, a truly genuine and radiant smile blossomed on his eternally unchanging face.

He knew.

He was the Space Demon God who once fought against Pangu in the Chaos, yet always lived in the shadows.

Today, in this newly born underworld, I have found my brand new, and most perfect... Great Dao coordinates!

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