424: Baby, here I come

Stepping into the Dimension Channel, the reliefs on both sides of the channel all came alive.

Time as the axis, history as the river.

Starting from the ignition of the first Spark, the fire of civilization transformed into a crimson long river, running through history.

The pioneers felled trees to make boats, holding high the torch of civilization and bravely forging ahead on the long river of history.

Both banks were also shining with stars, and countless heroes followed the pioneers, enduring hardships and clearing obstacles.

However, the content of the reliefs on the left and right walls was somewhat different.

The creatures on the left, with their Beast-Ear Tribe, which had animal ears and tails, as protagonists, clearly depicted the history of the indigenous people on this Alien Planet.

The Spark igniters on the right were no different from Earthlings.

But after thousands of years of development, a very small number of people became Gods seated on divine thrones, a few became Strange entities with various appearances, seemingly stitched together from various animal limbs, and the majority became slaves, believers of Gods, and providers of faith.

Walking slowly for ten thousand meters, the long river of history representing the Beast-Ear Tribe civilization on the left suddenly broke off.

It couldn't really be said to have broken off.

It should be said that the long river of history representing the Beast-Ear Tribe civilization was being eroded and covered by the long river of history of the Ghost God Star.

"So, the question is, why is there no corridor of years belonging to civilization in the Dimension Channel of the Lizardmen Alien Planet, but instead a Crystal Mine?"

"Is it because of that little Dimension Butterfly?"

He reached out to touch the relief, and a wave of sadness inexplicably surged into Yang Dian's heart.

"Is the world mourning for civilization?"

As thoughts surged in his mind, Yang Dian felt something.

Turning around, he found that the Ghost God reliefs on the right side of the channel suddenly gained spirit, their eyes becoming incredibly lively.

The entire corridor of years also glowed faintly as Yang Dian turned, and wisps of purplish-red energy, like threads, clung to the channel, extending from the depths of the cave.

Tilting his head to examine the energy threads that had instantly spread to his side, Yang Dian snapped his fingers.

The moment his fingers snapped, the energy threads abruptly changed direction, detached from the wall, and gathered in Yang Dian's palm.

The more the enemy wanted to do something, the less he should be allowed to do it.

Yang Dian didn't know what these energy threads were for, but preventing them from going where they wanted to go was the right thing to do.

Just as Yang Dian forcibly stripped away the energy threads, the entire corridor of years inexplicably shook, and a wave of anger emerged within the channel.

The Heavenly Dao Ghost seemed to be accusing him of not playing fair.

After a moment of contemplation, Yang Dian condensed his Qi and blood into a silver-white Gengjin Dragon claw at his fingertip, inserted it into the relief on the right side, and violently tore it towards the end of the corridor.

"Crack!"

"Woooo!"

The sound of the relief tearing and the wailing of ghosts and wolves sounded simultaneously.

Under the demonic sound piercing his brain, the starlight-condensed star shield protecting his Soul rippled in circles.

"Soul attack?"

He murmured, and Yang Dian reached out to pat the relief.

Countless tiny cracks spread and extended towards the end of the channel, centered around the five ferocious claw marks.

The divine and sacred Ghost Gods became ferocious and eerie, showing a fierce expression towards Yang Dian, as if they wanted to break free from the constraints of the relief and devour him alive.

And Yang Dian, following an inexplicable sensation, reached his hand into a relief of a Ghost God with four arms, three eyes, and a pair of wings on its back.

"This thing..."

As he murmured, a drop of black liquid was pulled out by him from the third eye of the three-eyed Ghost God.

He reached out with a Dragon claw and severed the purplish-black thread that extended from the wall and was inextricably linked to the black liquid in his hand.

Yang Dian couldn't help but marvel.

"The Heavenly Dao Ghost wants to 'resurrect' the other Ghost Gods of the Ghost God Star?"

Five-colored light flickered at his fingertips, and the black liquid was crushed into nothingness by Yang Dian.

Countless scenes, like a fast-forwarded movie, flashed through Yang Dian's mind.

That was the life of a Ghost God named Crimson Ghost.

"Resurrecting Ghost Gods using information as a carrier?"

"Interesting."

He muttered, and Yang Dian, who had received information from the Dimension Butterfly, paused again.

"You are quite clever."

He stepped back to the entrance of the Dimension Channel, which was the very front of the corridor of years.

Looking at the faint Spark ignited by the Beast-Ear Tribe civilization on the left, Yang Dian couldn't help but praise, "If it weren't for the Dimension Butterfly, I really wouldn't have found you."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Dian had already extended his right hand, which had transformed into a Dragon claw, and tore at the Spark of the Beast-Ear Tribe civilization.

However, before his fingertips could touch the Spark, the Beast-Ear Tribe member holding the Spark had already transformed into a eyeless Strange entity, breaking free from the painting's constraints and blocking Yang Dian's path:

"Human... Human... Human..."

"Do you want to perish with me... perish... perish...?"

Layers of roars echoed in the channel, but Yang Dian had no intention of responding.

Leaving a spatial projection to attract the attention of the eyeless Strange entity, or rather, the Heavenly Dao Ghost, when Yang Dian reappeared, his figure was already behind the eyeless Strange entity, in front of the Beast-Ear Tribe's Spark, and he plunged both hands into the Spark.

"Hiss!"

A crisp tearing sound rang out, and the dim Spark was directly torn apart by Yang Dian, revealing a dim space behind it.

"My little darling, I'm here!"

He casually opened a spatial rift, and Yang Dian eagerly drilled into the Star Core Space.

The imagined powerful enemy did not exist.

Just like the Star Core Space where the Lizardmen Alien Planet was located, there was only a lonely Star Core in the Strange Star's Star Core Space.

A Star Core, about one percent of which was stained purplish-red, making it somewhat imperfect.

Seeing Yang Dian appear in the Star Core Space, the Star Core immediately trembled, and then the purplish-red substance on the Star Core began to detach from it, and after a moment, it transformed into an irregular liquid, suspended above the Star Core.

"So big?"

Looking at the Heavenly Dao Ghost, which had a diameter of over one meter, Yang Dian couldn't help but salivate.

'A Heavenly Dao Ghost Clone, less than the size of a finger, increased my Soul strength by over 1000.'

'If I ate the entire Heavenly Dao Ghost, how strong could it make my Soul strength?'

While the thought was still swirling in his mind, Yang Dian's body had already transformed into an afterimage, appearing in front of the Heavenly Dao Ghost, and he extended his right hand towards it.

As the sensation of grasping a gelatinous object arose, a sense of unease simultaneously surged into Yang Dian's heart.

The Heavenly Dao Ghost, grasped in Yang Dian's palm, condensed a crimson eye and looked at Yang Dian without any emotion:

"I am neither dead nor destroyed."

"I will coexist with your civilization."

"Until civilization perishes, I will be reborn in the ruins."

Mysterious information surged into Yang Dian's mind, and the Heavenly Dao Ghost then began to become ethereal.

"Are you... thinking too much?"

The Dimension Butterfly flew out from Yang Dian's glabella, and after flapping its wings twice, the entire Star Core Space was enveloped in dense golden light.

If one looked closely, the golden light was clearly composed of countless Dimension Butterflies smaller than dust.

Time began to converge, and information was unified.

Countless Dimension Butterflies flapped their wings, shuttling through endless time and space, grasping clumps of purplish-red substance containing Heavenly Dao Ghost information, moving in and out of space.

The Heavenly Dao Ghost, which had already turned into a phantom and was about to disappear, froze for a moment, and then materialized from its ethereal state, reappearing in front of Yang Dian.

"Impossible!"

The Heavenly Dao Ghost's body twisted irregularly, exuding an expression of disbelief:

"This is impossible."