A space that is forcibly bound and Distortion.
The worlds are anchored in patchwork fragments.
There are no walls or roofs here, and it is surrounded by broken and flowing Chaos colors, like a wound that will never heal.
Various "materials" are placed in disorder, including the broken bones of Star Domain, God, the decaying universe, and even frozen fragments of time and space.
These materials were crushed, smelted, and reshaped into amorphous prop prototypes by invisible forces, and their shapers.
They are a group of strange beings who are free from time and space, with eyes Reflection boundless world scenery.
Flowing Fire is all over the sky, with flames transforming into hell, accompanied by mysterious and wonderful collisions, expansions, and explosions. Various reactions, complete or broken universes are constantly being born from the scattered sparks.
The world reflected in their eyes comes from this.
[There is a Void transmission device that is retrieving the dimension where Workshop is located, and the reverse retrieval is completed.]
[Apply to lift the space-time blockade of the dimension and receive the package.]
[Reception process completed]
"Outer Void's special order is here!!!"
With a cry, the strange creatures stopped.
They transformed into human forms, with different images, including dwarfs, dwarves, Titans, dragons and other individuals who were good at forging.
Of course, this is not their original appearance, they just extract Legend or concepts from the world they control, and put these things on their bodies, just like wearing clothes, to facilitate communication.
"I haven't received an order for explosive modifications in a long time, wait a minute."
Artisan They gathered in a circle and looked at the mailbox that was still in the chaotic time flow, feeling a little confused.
"The function is damaged, just repair it." The red-bearded dwarf picked up the hammer and knocked it.
The next moment, some crystals containing powerful Law of Time turned into liquid and melted into the mailbox.
"Small question." The red-bearded dwarf took out the mailbox from the time stream and raised his chin proudly.
Whoosh--!
A groove pops up in the mailbox, and the current sound changes from vague to clear.
[Transdimensional Post Office reminds you: Pay the postage to open the mailbox in the current time and space. Violent destruction will cause the mail to be damaged]
[Collecting information flow and converting equivalent currency units]
"?" The red-bearded dwarf Artisan was stunned. Is this a collect mail?
[Please pay one trillion creation coins or equivalent resources.]
"It's so expensive, why the hell don't you just grab it?!!!" The red-bearded dwarf was furious.
[There are so many Reincarnations that have always been priced at this price, okay? Don't talk nonsense. Think about whether you have worked seriously? This is a time-space delivery without free shipping in remote areas.]
"@!#" The dwarf raised his hammer and burst out with pure dimensional energy and Void Inazuma.
Fortunately, the companion next to him stopped him and persuaded him that this was the most advanced modification order, and at worst, all the modification designs would be completed for you.
After all, the red-bearded dwarf reluctantly took out some materials and completed the postage payment.
[Please keep your change and thank you for your patronage]
"The design of this thing is quite clever, I can use it to study it later." The bronze dragon man pondered.
"I'm only interested in what's inside. Outer Void has magical substances, laws, and concepts. What kind of unknown reaction can it have with things in our dimension?"
The red-bearded dwarf stared at the mailbox with his eyes full of expectation, and then gently opened it with calloused fingers.
[Identification completed, membership card (NO.7) is activated, member registration name: founder of the old natural disaster theory·Emmanuel]
[Remaining available times: 3/5]
"Emmanuel? This name sounds familiar."
"He was one of the former protectors of God, the first cause of the creation of the concept of nature Apocalypse. I just met him when consciousness was born from the big explosion of Multiverse. I have lost contact with him for a long time."
"Don't mention the irrelevant things. Let's see what they are."
During the urging, the package was opened.
It is a piece of Ghost Face Mask that is pieced together from dozens of fragments. The Ghost Face Mask is full of cracks and seems to be crying but not crying, and it seems to be smiling but not smiling.
"."
An atmosphere of silence began to spread.
The red-bearded dwarf raised his head, with confusion in his eyes. "That's it?"
Made of copper, with rough workmanship, a weak spiritual thought, and then it was gone?
That's it?
Is this really it?
Are you sending this kind of rubbish over for correction?
And you made me pay so much postage?
"With this little material and spiritual nature, there is no way to extract and copy it and add it to our underlying world laws!?"
The face of the red-bearded dwarf gradually turned red, and he even had to use caution to prevent the already fragmented mask from completely disappearing.
This Void dimension has been completely blocked, and the opportunities to change Outer Void's delivery of props are very few in the long course of life.
However, every modification can bring new possibilities for development, which has many benefits for the 'Artisan' people and the universe they live in, so they are happy to use the best materials and bottom-of-the-box technology.
Generally speaking, it is often a win-win situation.
But what happens now?
This is the first time I have seen such a prop. It is not the Heaven Realm core, nor any system, nor the Void modulation device.
It's just an ordinary mask, and can be replaced by handmade products in any civilization.
And you even made a special trip to 'Workshop' to have it modified?
Do you know that this kind of explosive change opportunity can cause turmoil in the world and the heroes in the world will fight for it?!
"After all, it is a single-digit numbered member who does not need to pay for materials at his own expense."
Titans Artisan's expression was equally complex. "Think about how to change it. Judging from this obsession, it should have very important commemorative significance."
It's just for commemoration.
Logically speaking, any material here can make this mask a qualitative leap, but what is explosive modification?
Only major changes, special changes, earth-shaking changes, and transformations that exceed expectations can be called "explosive changes."
At the same time, the original characteristics must be retained.
But the problem remains, this is just an ordinary mask. The person who registered for the membership card is special, so there is no way to fool it.
Artisan They stood still and stunned, and the red-bearded dwarf even scratched his head and ears.
"First mix Fortune Gold and Chaos's original energy to give it the ancient characteristics that existed at the beginning of creation, and it can also repair the cracks."
"How about the Innate Realm mother gold replacing ordinary copper?"
"A mask is something used to conceal one's identity. It has a residual power that is like a god or an immortal. In this way, it is rewoven with Great Dao and rendered with Hunyuan divine light, adding an effect that can randomly transform into the ancestors of all generations."
At this time, it makes no difference who designs it, because compared to past orders with obvious features and effects, Artisan can't figure out which aspect the member who sent this item wants to change.
Therefore, we can only consider taking out all kinds of precious materials and piling up the quality.
"Where's the theme?! The theme should be this obsession."
"Can I still take care of his sister for this obsession?!"
"Either we find a way to resurrect him, or let this mask have the effect of summoning the obsessive master."
This idea seems good.
Soon, Artisan launched a rune device that can simulate the effects of props.
The broken mask is put into it, and according to the laws of Law of Causality, fate, time and space, etc., some kind of power is used to restrain all, and the imaginary design effect is realized into reality.
Soon, a glow appeared, which did not illuminate everything, but only caused Void and the rune device to shake.
"Robot Something went wrong?"
"It was just overhauled in the last Reincarnation century."
"That"
Sensing something was wrong, Artisan's expressions suddenly changed.
Unfortunately, it's too late...
Almost at the same time as he stretched out his hand to pull the emergency brake, the traction and restraint force broke completely, and the billions of Divine Script in this rune device collapsed together.
Wherever he passed, the universe was the same color, and the vast white snow-like light spots ravaged everything.
Time and space were rolling, and amidst the huge waves, a man with a gentle temperament sat in the temple and sighed slightly.
Immediately afterwards, as the sigh dispersed, the light spots melted, time and space reversed, and everything returned to the appearance of Primordial.
Except for that rune device.
"God." Artisan people want to cry but have no tears.
"This level of cause and effect is so important. If this Void dimension had not been blocked by me, I should be able to find the location of Workshop."
The man known as the God took a picture of the mask, and his expression became increasingly weird, even revealing unspeakable complexity at one point:
"Emmanuel has been dead for so many years, and I don't know if he is the successor or the descendant, but he gave me such a troublesome order."
At this moment, his vision uses the mask and the obsession remaining on it as the medium, and endless waves of light spread out, stretching towards Outer Void.
He saw it
A beautiful face that is the most beautiful in the world wears Ghost Face Mask, the petals are flying, shining with a dreamy and clear luster.
In the depths of the opponent's left and right eyes, they reflected a young man in ragged clothes and a man who had defied the world and resurrected from the dead.
The young man has disappeared, and the man is not bound by time. If he continues to look, he will be noticed.
"."
This explosive change is no longer troublesome, but extremely troublesome.
He stood there in silence for a while, and finally raised his hand with some dissatisfaction and snapped his fingers.
There was a snap.
Concepts such as destiny, Reincarnation, life and death, as well as realization and understanding, all turned into quicksand, mixed with the remaining obsession, filling all the cracks on the Ghost Face Mask.
"God of Creation, what are you?!" The red-bearded dwarf exclaimed when he saw the terrifying Daoism.
"You can't destroy Workshop's sign, and it's better if the relationship between me and Emmanuel is settled."
The man took out the membership card, crossed out the number of uses, and put it back into the mailbox along with the Ghost Face Mask:
"Those who learn from me live, and those who resemble me die. It is nothing more than a creation and an inheritance. Whether she can take this step is her own business."
"Having said that."
A spiritual thought and message were attached, and finally the mailbox was stamped and re-sent.
"This kind of thing will never happen again."
[Voice message activation, use of time and space message transmission cannot be used simultaneously with the pay-to-pay function, please pay the mailing fee of 1.5 trillion creation coins or equivalent resources in advance]
"."
God reopened his mailbox, deleted the gentle reminder, and corrected it again, adding a warning:
"Next time you make an order for freight collect and ruin the business, I'll find someone to kill you."
Everything that happened in Void has lost the meaning of time.
The next second after Transdimensional Mailbox was sent out, the dazzling brilliant light reappeared in this world.
There seemed to be colorful neon lights, and the mailbox wrapped in it fell from the sky.
Swish.
The mailbox opened and there was only one membership card.
"?"
Without having time to pay attention to Ye Fan's questioning over there, Su Lin rushed to the mailbox with his eyes wide open and rummaged through it carefully.
"Where's my mask?!"
The surrounding friends were also confused, but as if in response to their questions, a stream of light fell from an infinite height. Yan Sen, who was still within All-Heavens City, was the first to notice it and cast his gaze.
In an instant, the stream of light passed through the barriers of time and space and appeared on Immortal Ascension Ground on Earth.
Boom--!
A huge beam of light suddenly rose from Immortal Ascension Ground, slanting across the universe and penetrating everything.
Immediately afterwards, the brilliance was extinguished in an instant, and Ghost Face Mask appeared on Ye Fan's waist. The workmanship was still rough, but the cracks were repaired.
The stars were spinning, and the surrounding time and space were blurry. A young boy who looked the same as Ye Fan but was slightly different from Shi Hao touched a piece of Ghost Face Mask and begged sadly.
"God's blood, demon's blood, and Buddha's blood have been poured on it. It will be my turn soon. It doesn't matter if I die, but who can help me take care of my sister? She is still too young, so I can't worry about it."
With despair and worries, he carved his thoughts on the stone wall.
Not only Ye Fan, everyone saw this scene.
When the young man's life was exhausted and he fell to the ground, the remaining drop of holy blood fell on the mask, giving it a mysterious look, and then his soul dissipated.
Time goes by
"Give your brother back to me. Brother, brother."
A little girl with braids and tears was holding the mask. Her voice was hoarse from crying, but what she got was the shriveled body of the young man and the Ghost Face Mask as a relic.
She was displaced in the thunderstorm, looked at the stars alone at night and sang softly, her clothes were stained with blood during the fight, she searched everywhere Primordial World while wandering the universe, and finally she stood proudly in the heaven, earth and all things.
The years have passed so long that the mortal bronze mask has long been broken.
It was buried in Immortal Ascension Ground together with a piece of bloody clothing until one hundred thousand years later.
Ye Fan appears here, Ghost Face Mask has a touch of strange red again, and the cracks on it are smoothed out as if time has gone back.
And that mask seems to have broken the barriers of time and space. At this moment, time is no longer an obstacle, and every tributary of the future and the past is extremely clear.
As long as the owner is willing, he can travel River of Time back to the past and draw power from different time periods.
Ye Fan is sluggish.
The others were even more stunned. Su Lin tried to take the mask back and use it, but found.
It seems that the account is bound.
Su Lin was silent for a moment, looked up at Ye Fan, and said expressionlessly, "Your uncle!"
"." Ye Fan suddenly felt like all the words were stuck in his throat.
He really wanted to force Su Lin to say something, but no matter how he seemed to be taking advantage, he seemed to be taking advantage. This inexplicable weird feeling made him rarely know how to respond.
"Her brother and I have the same soul factor. After his death, most of the soul fragments merged and reborn consciousness. The relationship between us is like Amitabha and Shakyamuni." Ye Fan said.
"Did I ask you this!?" Su Lin's mouth twitched.
A place outside the world, Immortal Haven.
Desolate Heavenly Emperor glanced at Heavenly Emperor Ye.
"Flower souls are different." Heavenly Emperor Ye was silent for a moment and said, "I don't believe Reincarnation."
"Who asked you this?" Desolate Heavenly Emperor stared at the mask and said, "I actually don't mind having one more sister."
"Get lost."