Chapter 1593: Assimilate the World

YaoHua still shook her head and said, "Elder, although I invited you out of the mountain, what Wu Fei said before is correct. Once you make a move, it's highly likely that you will be discovered by t...To look at something with one's spiritual awareness is to see clearly both its outer and inner aspects.

But under the influence of homogenization, what appeared in Jiang Yun's eyes was no longer the inside and outside of things, but countless... points!

Even to Jiang Yun's feeling, it was as if the entire world, in that instant of being enveloped by this homogenizing force, had exploded with a deafening roar, shattering from its original complete form into countless individual points.

The number of these points is simply infinite, impossible to calculate. Some are piled together in large quantities, while others are scattered in small numbers.

It looks like these points are arranged in a completely random and dazzling manner.

Even if you stare at these dots for just a little longer, you'll feel dizzy and won't be able to make sense of them.

But, Ginger Cloud is different!

First, Ginger Cloud knew that these points constituted the entire nameless desolate realm and everything within it;

Secondly, Jiang Yun has been walking in this nameless desolate realm for three years.

During those three years, he incorporated every place he had walked through and every scene he had seen into his mind completely, etching them onto the landscape of his heart.

Therefore, looking at him now, he saw many dots piled together in his eyes, each giving him an indescribably familiar feeling.

This also allows him to easily recognize these dots, which are actually places and landscapes he has personally walked through before.

"That is Qingcong Mountain, that is Luoyue Lake, that is Hanyan Gorge…"

With each familiar name that surfaced in Jiang Yun's mind, the scattered dots gradually became clearer, reshaping themselves into the familiar images he knew.

Although Ginger Cloud only had a fleeting glimpse of these scenes, having such an understanding and knowledge allowed him to easily correspond each point to a concrete image.

Finally, Jiang Yun's attention focused on those countless dots that made up this nameless barren world.

Although this was his first time using the assimilation technique and wielding assimilation power, logically speaking, he should have tried assimilating something simple first to become more familiar with this power. However, he didn't have that time now.

The destruction of the nameless realm is accelerating, and even a slight delay could result in the death of countless lives.

Therefore, he must quickly integrate himself with this world and prevent the destruction of the desolate realm.

In just a moment, Jiang Yun had already memorized all the points that made up the nameless desolate realm, remembering their positions and order perfectly.

“Next, I will use my own body as a canvas, and with the power of assimilation, I will compose the patterns of assimilation and paint them on myself one by one. This way, I will assimilate with the nameless wasteland and merge with this world!”

The fundamental effects of assimilative power have two aspects, simply put. One is disguise, and the other is fusion.

The nameless wasteland before had always remained hidden, disguised even from the spectral energies that emanated from the Dead Realm. The influx of ghostly energy was unable to detect it, mistaking it for part of their own essence.

Now Ginger Cloud's task is to merge.

Next, Jiang Yun began to replicate the entire Unknown Desolate Realm on his own body, following the positions and sequence of those points with his power of assimilation.

Throughout the entire process of copying, Ginger Cloud held her breath and was extremely careful, not daring to make even the slightest mistake.

But Ginger Cloud's copying speed was by no means slow.

If Dao Wuming could see this scene, he would definitely be filled with emotion, because the first time he used his power of assimilation, it was much slower than Jiang Yun.

And as more and more of the assimilated patterns were copied, Jiang Yun also gradually felt that he was becoming more and more familiar with the nameless barren realm.

Because everything in this world is, as if, a part of one's own body.

Jiangyun doesn't need any consciousness or senses; it can clearly feel the subtle changes within the world and see everything happening everywhere.

And if an outsider could see Jiang Yun at this moment, they would find that his body was gradually becoming blurry and disappearing.

When Jiang Yun finished the last copy, at this moment, he, from body to soul, had completely dissipated and merged into this nameless wasteland, making himself the wasteland, and the wasteland itself became him.

"Ha!"

A long gust of wind blew from Jiang Yun's mouth, and it stirred up a whirlwind in the world.

That rugged and uneven land had become his skin;

Those meandering rivers, flowing like his blood;

Those mountains, of varying heights, seemed to have become his limbs...

As the assimilation completed, Gingercloud immediately felt intense pain radiating from every part of her body.

He knew this was the pain of the nameless wilderness, a pain that stemmed from the collapsing heavens, from the toppled mountains, from the dried-up and withered rivers.

However, at this time, the speed of the collapse of the Desolate Realm suddenly slowed down.

Because Jiang Yun's body had already become a desolate realm, and Jiang Yun's powerful physical body was far beyond the bearing capacity of the desolate realm.

Moreover, most of the power from Dao Zun's single finger had already been neutralized by the blurry figure, so the remaining force was not much.

Thus, the various powers within Jiang Yun's body began to appear in different parts of the world under his control, resisting and diminishing the little destructive power brought about by Dao Zun's single finger.

The emergence of this power was incredibly simple and natural. It truly felt like an extension of oneself, as if one could move it at will. All the power appeared instantly wherever Jiang Yun wished it to be.

This process of resistance was far slower than the process of assimilation, and for Jiang Yun, it was a great pain.

However, looking at the gradually stabilizing sky and earth, and looking at the countless creatures that were gradually calming down, Jiang Yun's pain was not so intense.

For countless creatures living in the Wasteland, although they were unaware that Jiang Yun had secretly protected the entire world, they could sense that the destruction of the world seemed to have stopped. This was enough to allow them to temporarily put aside their hanging hearts and take a sigh of relief.

In Moyun City, as the tremors of the earthquake subsided, Zheng De was the first to step out of his home. After a moment's hesitation, he began helping those trapped inside the city and tending to the wounded.

At first, people just watched Zheng De's actions. But gradually, more and more people came out from their hiding places to help others.

These people did not speak or communicate with each other; their actions were entirely spontaneous.

And such a situation is not limited to Mowun City alone. Throughout the entire Wilderness of No Name, wherever there are living beings, similar occurrences have begun to appear one after another.

Especially the numerous cultivators immediately dispersed, each doing their best to assist those who were injured and help those still trapped in danger.

Although they may have had grudges, big or small, against each other before today, after experiencing what happened today, after nearly witnessing the destruction of the world, they put aside all their grievances and united together. They used their own strength to save the world as much as possible, to save their common home.

And they didn't know, though this world was riddled with holes and scarred beyond recognition, that its fate and theirs were about to undergo a radical transformation!

A true earth-shattering transformation is about to befall them and the nameless wasteland.

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