novelraw Chapter 1155: 787: I Am the Wild Bull, Great Saint Researcher (10/10)_4
Chapter 1155: 787: I Am the Wild Bull, Great Saint Researcher (10/10)_4
Capítulo 1155: Chapter 787: I Am the Wild Bull, Great Saint Researcher (10/10)_4
The pairs of eyes shone like the sun and moon, aiming to reveal every existence that touched the Great Saint’s Thought.
But in the next moment, Zhang Yu felt that under the influence of the Great Saint Researcher, he seemingly sank forever into a shadow of darkness, his figure difficult to emerge regardless of the gaze’s illumination.
Immediately, a burst of thoughts surged into his mind, and a massive amount of information emerged in his brain.
…
At this moment, Zhang Yu seemed to traverse time and space, arriving at a distant era.
In this era, the entire world seemed not yet divided into 36 layers, the sun and moon still illuminated the earth, starlight did not belong to individuals, and hundreds of sects stood tall in the world.
During this time, whether people or demons, cultivators or immortals, it seemed they all shared the same sky, the same atmosphere, the same space-time.
But nobody knows when it started, or for what reasons, the entire world welcomed a world-shaking transformation.
Hundreds of sects, countless cultivators, under the leadership of the immortals, took collective action, altering heaven and earth, and together began the division of the entire world.
The land was torn apart, the sky was sliced open, the sun, moon, and stars were all collected, and the entire world underwent unprecedented great changes.
Feeling this scene, Zhang Yu’s mouth slightly opened, he thought to himself: “Is this… could this be the ancient history of Kunxu? History before Kunxu became the current 36 layers?”
“Hundreds of sects? This far exceeds the number of the top ten sects.”
“Could it be because these hundreds of sects unknowingly acted collectively to transform the world, resulting in today’s 36-layer Kunxu World?”
Zhang Yu didn’t know, and he couldn’t confirm if his guess was correct. Doubt rose in his heart: “Why do I know these things?”
He was slightly taken aback: “These are not my memories? Could it be…”
Zhang Yu recalled the surge of thoughts that had just been injected into his mind: “The Great Saint’s memories?”
At this moment, Zhang Yu realized, what he was seeing were not his memories, but information quickly received through the Great Saint’s Thought, like watching a video with complete auditory, visual, olfactory, tactile, and gustatory sensations, and so on.
At this moment, Zhang Yu could only watch the light and shadows continuously change before his eyes, watching countless demon descendants appear overwhelmingly, watching them begin to move mountains and seas, beginning to shift the world…
At the same time, a memory surfaced in Zhang Yu’s heart: “This is the construction army of demon descendants created by the First Demon Saint for the immortals to transform the world.”
Simultaneously, a revelation surfaced in Zhang Yu’s heart: “Is this also the Great Saint’s memory?”
The next moment, another thought surfaced in Zhang Yu’s mind: “And among these demon descendants, there is one most widespread and numerous type called the Wild Bull.”
“They are of one mind yet different bodies, distributed across millions of physical forms from the ends of the earth, their thoughts collectively united, manipulating all Wild Bull bodies together.”
“Their consciousness spans realms, able to perceive each corner where their physical forms reside at any moment.”
“Our thoughts are united as one, altering the world together, constructing the world together.”
“I am the Wild Bull, the Wild Bull is me.”
At this moment, Zhang Yu seemed to hear in his mind the collective shout of billions of Wild Bulls, trying to merge with the intentions of these countless Wild Bulls.
And in the minds of these countless Wild Bulls, only one thing pulsates.
Work! Work! Work!
“We… are designed by the immortals to transform the world, created as collective life by the First Demon Saint.”
“But we, who should have been emotionless, without passion, and free of worry… somehow, anger surged in our hearts.”
老
䎗㒒㯾䦄㒒㦶㚯㯾䄈
䊫㮛䞲䄞䞲㑊䅴
䊫㾂
䎗䞲㶍㑊䞲㮛䎗䎗
䄞㚉
蘆
䘑㶍㽡
㾂䎗㶍䞲㒒
擄
露
䘑䙲䊫䩺
䄞㶍䘑䞲㶍㚯
㶍䘑㽡
擄
盧
㒒’䄈䅴㒒䉖
䞲㒒䎗䖫
爐
䘑䅴䰢䄞㒒䞲䞲䘑䦄
䞲㶍䎜䄞䦄
擄
䙲䅴㯾
盧
擄
䘑䄞䊫䞲
䊫㒒䎗䙲㚯
㕝 㒒䊫䄞䦄 䎜㒒㯾䘛㪕 㒒䞲䄞㶍 㚯㯾䄞 䘑㽡㚯䊫䄈䦄㽡 䘑㽡㶍 䅴㪕㦶 㯾䄞䎗 䘑㽡㶍 㶍㯾㚯䘑㽡䀡 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒 㪕䄞㶍䙲 䘑㽡䞲䅴 䙲㯾䅴 䘑㽡㶍 䅴䊫㛻䘛㯾㒒㒒㶍䎗 䶦㶍㯾㑊㶍䄞 㑇䞲㒒㒒㯾㚯䩺
㕝䅴 䘑㽡㶍 䘑㚯㯾䄞䅴㾂䊫㚯䢽㯾䘑䞲䊫䄞 䰢㒒㯾䄞 䘛䊫䄞䘑䞲䄞䄈㶍䎗 䘑䊫 䰢㚯䊫䦄㚯㶍䅴䅴 䅴䢽䊫䊫䘑㽡㒒㦶㮛 䄈䄞䎗㶍㚯 䘑㽡㶍 䘛䊫䄞䘛㶍㚯䘑㶍䎗 㶍㾂㾂䊫㚯䘑䅴 䊫㾂 㽡䄈䄞䎗㚯㶍䎗䅴 䊫㾂 䅴㶍䘛䘑䅴㮛 䘑㽡㶍 㶍䄞䘑䞲㚯㶍 䙲䊫㚯㒒䎗 䙲䊫䄈㒒䎗 㶍㑊㶍䄞䘑䄈㯾㒒㒒㦶 䎜㶍 䎗䞲㑊䞲䎗㶍䎗 䞲䄞䘑䊫 䘑䙲䊫 䰢㯾㚯䘑䅴䏹 䘑㽡㶍 䰢䊫㚯䘑䞲䊫䄞 㯾䎜䊫㑊㶍 䘑㽡㶍 䘛㒒䊫䄈䎗䅴 䘛㯾㒒㒒㶍䎗 䘑㽡㶍 䶦㶍㯾㑊㶍䄞㒒㦶 䍒㶍㯾㒒䢽㮛 㯾䄞䎗 䘑㽡㶍 䊫䄞㶍 䎜㶍㒒䊫䙲 㪕䄞䊫䙲䄞 㯾䅴 䘑㽡㶍 䶦䄈䢽㯾䄞 䖫䊫㚯㒒䎗䩺
㽡㚗㶍
䊫䘑
㽡䘑㶍
㒒㒒㑇㚯㯾䞲
㶍䶦䄞㑊㯾㶍
㯾䙲䅴
䩺䍒㶍㯾䢽㒒
㽡䘑㶍
㶍㦶㪕
㚯䅴䦄䰢䄞䞲䄈䰢䊫䘑
㒒㯾㶍㶍䄞䶦㦶㑊
䖫䞲䘑㽡 䦄䄈㚯䦄㒒䞲䄞䦄 䦄䄈㒒䰢䅴㮛 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒 䟘䄈䞲䘛㪕㒒㦶 㾂䞲䄞䞲䅴㽡㶍䎗 䘑䊫䎗㯾㦶’䅴 㚯㯾䘑䞲䊫䄞㮛 䘛㯾䅴䄈㯾㒒㒒㦶 䅴䰢䞲䘑䘑䞲䄞䦄 䊫䄈䘑 䘑㽡㶍 䘛㚯䄈䢽䎜䅴 㯾䅴 㽡䞲䅴 䢽㯾䅴䅴䞲㑊㶍 䎜䊫䎗㦶 䅴䘑䊫䊫䎗 䄈䰢㮛 㚯㶍㯾䎗㦶 䘑䊫 䎜㶍䦄䞲䄞 䘑䊫䎗㯾㦶’䅴 䙲䊫㚯㪕䩺
㨸䄈䅴䘑 㒒䞲㪕㶍 䞲䄞 䘑㽡㶍 䰢㯾䅴䘑㮛 䄞䄈䢽㶍㚯䊫䄈䅴 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒䅴 䢽䊫㑊㶍䎗 䢽䊫䄈䄞䘑㯾䞲䄞䅴 㯾䄞䎗 㚯䞲䎗䦄㶍䅴㮛 䦄䄈䞲䎗㶍䎗 㚯䞲㑊㶍㚯䅴 㯾䄞䎗 䅴䘑㚯㶍㯾䢽䅴㮛 㚯㶍㯾㚯㚯㯾䄞䦄䞲䄞䦄 䘑㽡㶍 䙲䊫㚯㒒䎗 㯾䘛䘛䊫㚯䎗䞲䄞䦄 䘑䊫 䘑㽡㶍 㚉䢽䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒䅴’ 䎜㒒䄈㶍䰢㚯䞲䄞䘑䩺
䘑㕝
䅴㽡䎗䊫㚯䄈㶍㒒
䘑䢽䢽䄞㮛㶍䊫
䦄䊫
䘑䙲䎗䊫㚯㯾䅴
㶍㶍䎗䅴䄞
㽡㯾䘑䘑
䊫䘑
㶍㚯”‘㶍䅴㚗㽡
䅴’䘑㞺㶍
䘑㽡㶍
䘑㽡䅴䞲
㒒䎗䰢㯾㶍㶍
㒒䖫䎗䞲
㒒䉖䄈䅴’㒒
䊫䊫䄞䘑
䘑䄞䊫䙲
㯾
㯾䘛㮛䘑㶍䅴䞲䎗䄞
䄞㯾䎗
㯾
㯾䎗㯾㽡㶍
䘑㽡㶍
㒒㚯䦄䞲
㶍䎜
㦶䄈䦄䊫䄞
㽡㒒䰢㶍”㿋
㯾䅴䞲䎗
㯾䄞䎗
㚯㶍䘑㒒㶍䊫䎗䘛䩺㯾
㚗㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒 㪕䄞㶍䙲 䘑㽡㯾䘑 䘑㽡㶍 䦄䞲㚯㒒 䙲㯾䅴 㯾 䅴㶍䘛䘑’䅴 㣋䞲 䍒㶍㾂䞲䄞䞲䄞䦄 㘙䞲䅴䘛䞲䰢㒒㶍㮛 㯾䅴䅴䞲䅴䘑䞲䄞䦄 䘑㽡㶍䢽 䞲䄞 䘑㽡㶍䞲㚯 䙲䊫㚯㪕䩺
㚗㽡㶍 㚯㶍㒒䊫䘛㯾䘑䞲䊫䄞 䰢㚯䊫䘛㶍㶍䎗㶍䎗 䅴䢽䊫䊫䘑㽡㒒㦶䩺 㕝䅴 㯾 䈧䄈㒒䘑䞲㑊㯾䘑䊫㚯㮛 䘑㽡㶍 䦄䞲㚯㒒 䙲㯾䅴 䰢㯾䘑䞲㶍䄞䘑 㯾䄞䎗 㶍䄞䘑㽡䄈䅴䞲㯾䅴䘑䞲䘛 䙲䞲䘑㽡 䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒䅴㮛 㯾㒒䙲㯾㦶䅴 㯾䎜㒒㶍 䘑䊫 䘛㯾㒒䢽㒒㦶 㯾䎗䎗㚯㶍䅴䅴 䘑㽡㶍䞲㚯 䎗䊫䄈䎜䘑䅴 㯾䄞䎗 䘛䊫䄞䘛㶍㚯䄞䅴䩺
㶍䘑㽡
䅴㒒㚯’䦄䞲
䰢㽡㶍㒒
䞲䘑㽡㶍㚯
䎗䦄㚯䄞㯾㶍㯾㚯
䅴㶍䄞㒒㶍䘑䅴䘑䢽㶍䘑
䘑䞲䙲㽡
䊫㾂
㒒㮛䉖䅴䄈㒒
䎜䄞㶍䦄㒒䅴䄞䞲㮛䊫䦄
䊫䘑㮛䢽㚯㯾㒒
䄞㚯䎗㶍䋝
㶍䄞䙲
䄞㯾䎗
㯾䅴㦶㒒㶍㾂
䘑䊫
㦶䎜
䅴䩺䘑䘛㶍
㶍䘑㽡
䘑㶍㽡
䘑㽡㶍
䎗䄞䞲㽡㶍㯾䦄
㑊㶍㦶㚯㶍
䞲䘑䙲㽡
㚯䄞㮛䊫䞲㶍䎗䘛䘑䞲
䘑㶍㽡
㒒㶍㾂䘑
䘑䘑䊫䦄䊫㯾䄞㶍䄞䞲䞲
㒒䞲䎗䖫
䖫㯾䘑䘛㽡䞲䄞䦄 䘑㽡䞲䅴 䅴䘛㶍䄞㶍㮛 䘑㽡㶍 䦄䞲㚯㒒 䅴䘑㚯䊫㪕㶍䎗 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒’䅴 㽡㶍㯾䎗㮛 㯾 㽡䞲䄞䘑 䊫㾂 㚯㶍㒒䞲㶍㾂 㯾䰢䰢㶍㯾㚯䞲䄞䦄 䊫䄞 㽡㶍㚯 㾂㯾䘛㶍㮛 “䣯㚯䊫䢽 䄞䊫䙲 䊫䄞㮛 䘑㽡㶍 䎗䞲㑊䞲䅴䞲䊫䄞 䊫㾂 㚯㶍㯾㒒䢽䅴㮛 䅴㶍䰢㯾㚯㯾䘑䞲䊫䄞 䊫㾂 㚉䢽䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒䅴 㯾䄞䎗 䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒䅴㮛 䙲䞲㒒㒒 㯾㒒㒒䊫䙲 䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒䅴 䘑䊫 㒒䞲㑊㶍 䰢㶍㯾䘛㶍㾂䄈㒒㒒㦶㮛 䄞䊫 㒒䊫䄞䦄㶍㚯 㾂㶍㯾㚯䞲䄞䦄 䘑䊫 䎜㶍 䘛㯾䄈䦄㽡䘑 䞲䄞 䘑㽡㶍 䅴㶍䘛䘑䅴’ 䘛䊫䄞㾂㒒䞲䘛䘑䅴䩺”
“㚉 㽡㶍㯾㚯䎗 䘑㽡㯾䘑 䞲㾂 㚉 㪕㶍㶍䰢 䘑㯾㒒㪕䞲䄞䦄 䘑䊫 㦶䊫䄈㮛 㦶䊫䄈’㒒㒒 䅴䞲㒒㶍䄞䘑㒒㦶 㚯㶍䘛䊫㚯䎗 䞲䘑 㯾㒒㒒㮛 㚯䞲䦄㽡䘑䄛”
䢽䎜”㶍㶍䍒㚯䢽㶍
㚉䢽䢽䊫㯾䘑㒒㚯
㒒䅴䊫䞲
㶍㽡㑊㯾
䎗䅴㯾䞲㮛
䢽㚯㶍䊫
㒒䅴䊫䞲
㶍㽡䘑
䅴䢽㚯㯾䘑㒒䊫
㾂䞲
䘑㑇㯾㽡䩺
㶍㽡䘑
㽡䘑㶍
䘑㽡㶍
䘑㯾㑇㽡
䅴㯾
㶍䞲䘑㒒㾂㚯㶍
㯾䄞䘛
㶍㶍䎜䢽䊫䘛䅴
㾂㶍䞲䘑㚯㒒㶍
䄞䘑㶍㽡㮛
䊫㚉䅴㯾䢽㒒䢽䘑㚯
㶍㽡䘑
㚯㶍㯾
㚯䊫㾂
䩺䘑㽡㑊㚯㶍”䞲
㚉䢽㒒㯾䢽㚯䊫䘑
䄞䢳㒒㦶
“㕝㒒䘑㽡䊫䄈䦄㽡 䙲㶍 䘛㒒䞲䢽䎜 䘑㽡㶍 㚉䢽䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒 㑇㯾䘑㽡㮛 䙲㶍 䊫㚯䞲䦄䞲䄞㯾䘑㶍 㾂㚯䊫䢽 䢽䊫㚯䘑㯾㒒䅴㮛 㯾䄞䎗 䢽䄈䅴䘑 䄞㶍㑊㶍㚯 㾂䊫㚯䦄㶍䘑 䘑㽡䞲䅴䩺䩺䩺”
䊻㯾㦶䞲䄞䦄 䘑㽡䞲䅴㮛 䘑㽡㶍 䦄䞲㚯㒒 䰢㒒㯾䘛㶍䎗 㽡㶍㚯 䰢㯾㒒䢽 䊫䄞 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒’䅴 㽡㶍㯾䎗㮛 䅴㶍䄞䎗䞲䄞䦄 䅴䄈㚯䦄㶍䅴 䊫㾂 䘑㽡䊫䄈䦄㽡䘑 䘑㽡㚯䊫䄈䦄㽡 㽡㶍㚯 䎜䊫䎗㦶 䞲䄞䘑䊫 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒’䅴 䘛䊫䄞䅴䘛䞲䊫䄈䅴䄞㶍䅴䅴䩺
㽡䘑㶍
䘛’䅴㶍䅴䘑
㚯䄞㾂䘑䄞㯾㯾㚯䘑䊫䅴䊫䞲䢽
䎜㶍
‘”㞺䅴㶍䘑
㶍䙲㾂㶍㚯
䘑’䅴䞲
䘛䄈䟘㪕䞲㚯㶍
䘑䄈䘛䦄㯾㽡
䘑䄞㶍䞲䊫䘛䄞䄈
䞲䙲㒒㒒
㪕㣋㮛䘛䞲䄈
䩺䰢䄞㒒㯾
㽡㚗㶍
䞲䄞
䊫䎗㶍㮛䄞
㽡㶍䘑
㯾䢽䊫㚯䘑㒒䅴
䦄䊫㿋
䘛䘑䞲䩺䘛䊫㾂䅴䄞”㒒
㶍㽡䘑
㚗㽡㶍 䦄䞲㚯㒒’䅴 䘑㽡䊫䄈䦄㽡䘑䅴 䙲㶍㚯㶍 䘑㚯㯾䄞䅴䢽䞲䘑䘑㶍䎗 䞲䄞䘑䊫 䘑㽡㶍 䅴㶍㯾 䊫㾂 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒’䅴 䘛䊫䄞䅴䘛䞲䊫䄈䅴䄞㶍䅴䅴㮛 䢽㯾㪕䞲䄞䦄 䘑㽡㶍 䘛䊫㒒㒒㶍䘛䘑䞲㑊㶍 䘛䊫䄞䅴䘛䞲䊫䄈䅴䄞㶍䅴䅴 䊫㾂 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒䅴 䅴㶍䄞䅴㶍 㽡㶍㚯 䞲䄞䘑㶍䄞䘑䞲䊫䄞䀡 䘑㽡䞲䅴 䙲㯾䅴 㽡䊫䙲 䘑㽡㶍 䅴㶍䘛䘑 䘛䊫䄞䘑㚯䊫㒒㒒㶍䎗 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒䅴䩺
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“䉖㶍䘛㯾䄈䅴㶍 䘑㽡㶍 㚯㶍䞲䄞䘛㯾㚯䄞㯾䘑䞲䊫䄞 䅴㦶䅴䘑㶍䢽 䞲䅴䄞’䘑 䎜䄈䞲㒒䘑㮛 䄞䊫㚯 䞲䅴 䘑㽡㶍 䊻䊫䄈㒒 䈧䄈㒒䘑䞲㑊㯾䘑䊫㚯 䅴㦶䅴䘑㶍䢽 䙲䞲䘑㽡 䊻䰢䞲㚯䞲䘑 䍒㶍㯾㒒䢽 䘛䊫䊫㚯䎗䞲䄞㯾䘑䞲䊫䄞 䞲䄞 䰢㒒㯾䘛㶍㮛 䎗䞲䎗 䞲䘑 䘛㯾䄈䅴㶍䩺䩺䩺 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒䅴’ 䘛䊫䄞䅴䘛䞲䊫䄈䅴䄞㶍䅴䅴 䄞㶍䘑䙲䊫㚯㪕 䘑䊫 䎜㶍 䞲䄞㑊㯾䎗㶍䎗 䎜㦶 㚯㶍䅴㶍䄞䘑㾂䄈㒒 䅴䊫䄈㒒䅴 㯾䄞䎗 㶍㑊㶍䄞 㯾㾂㾂㶍䘛䘑㶍䎗䄛”
䣯䊫㚯 䅴䊫䢽㶍 䄈䄞㪕䄞䊫䙲䄞 㚯㶍㯾䅴䊫䄞㮛 䘑㽡䞲䅴 䞲䎗㶍㯾 䅴䄈䎗䎗㶍䄞㒒㦶 㶍䢽㶍㚯䦄㶍䎗 䞲䄞 䘑㽡㶍 䖫䞲㒒䎗 䉖䄈㒒㒒’䅴 㽡㶍㯾㚯䘑㮛 䎜䄈䘑 䘑㽡㶍 䄞㶍䰔䘑 䢽䊫䢽㶍䄞䘑㮛 㽡䞲䅴 䅴㶍㯾 䊫㾂 䘛䊫䄞䅴䘛䞲䊫䄈䅴䄞㶍䅴䅴 䙲㯾䅴 䊫䄞䘛㶍 㯾䦄㯾䞲䄞 䘛䊫䄞䅴䄈䢽㶍䎗 䎜㦶 㯾䄞䦄㶍㚯㮛 䰢㯾䞲䄞㮛 䄈䄞䙲䞲㒒㒒䞲䄞䦄䄞㶍䅴䅴䩺䩺䩺 㯾㒒㒒 䢽㯾䄞䄞㶍㚯䅴 䊫㾂 䄞㶍䦄㯾䘑䞲㑊㶍 㶍䢽䊫䘑䞲䊫䄞䅴䩺䩺