Chapter 1845 Turing Returns
Click!
The colorful cage was instantly cleaved open, and the boundary map burst out from the opening at that moment.
Soaring into the sky, it flew out of the black pool...
A moment later, the cut in the multicolored cage closed and slowly disappeared.
Inside the cage, colorful paintbrushes slowly coalesced into the figure of an old man.
At this moment, his face was deathly pale, his chest heaving violently, and he was panting heavily.
"After all, it's just the spirit of a magical artifact. This little seal has imprisoned me for countless eons...!"
He sighed again and slowly closed his eyes.
His entire being gradually became listless.
The boundary map soared into the sky, arrived in front of a huge black hole, and rapidly disappeared into it.
Meanwhile, the endless ice-elemental laws finally arrived, albeit belatedly.
The myriad laws of the air seemed to be frozen.
After the boundary map disappeared, the white mist formed by the endless ice-type laws condensed into a human face.
It was the face of a young woman, expressionless, yet exuding a profound divinity…
……
In the void, the eleventh great domain.
Here, there exists a forbidden zone of nothingness.
This place seems to be a vacuum, large enough to encompass the area where a top-tier clan thrives, yet no world has been born here.
Only one enormous black hole, swallowing everything...
For countless ages, no living being has dared to set foot here, not even the top clans within the eleventh domain.
Legend has it that several level-five god-level beings came from the First Great Domain, only to be torn to shreds by the black hole...
Even more extraordinary beings, at the level of ancestral gods, never returned after stepping into the black hole…
Just then, a beam of black light suddenly flew rapidly into the void, defying the terrifying devouring power of the black hole.
It was a paintbrush, covered with mysterious runes that no longer existed in this world.
It seems bizarre and terrifying.
After the paintbrush flew out of the black hole, it sped towards the Ninth Domain.
A billion miles in an instant!
Its speed surpasses even the highest-level Ancestral God...
Finally, the brush fell to the edge of the ninth domain, as if its remaining momentum had been exhausted, and slowly came to a stop.
An ethereal figure of an old man emerged from the paintbrush.
This is just a remnant of the Boundary Map's soul, and it is also Turing!
After leaving the black hole, his aura plummeted... At the same time, his soul was eroded by the void and rapidly dissipated.
He raised his hand, grasped the paintbrush, and used nothingness as paper and rules as ink...
Draw a human skeleton...
Immediately afterwards, in the surrounding void, in some other world.
A demigod-level Minotaur suddenly exploded without warning.
His life force, accompanied by immense blood energy, broke through the barriers of the world and surged into the void...
As the brushstrokes traced the final toe bones.
That blood and vitality surged forth and seeped into the skeletal painting.
Immediately afterwards, a vibrant skeleton materialized from the void...
The old man took a step forward, and his illusory figure instantly merged with his skeleton.
Next, the skeleton holds a paintbrush and continues to paint on its own bones.
Soon, he drew the neck membrane, veins, flesh and organs, blood, hair...
Gradually, he transformed into a living human.
After finishing these tasks, the old man put away his paintbrush and closed his eyes to perceive the world around him.
"Indeed, the scribe's situation is very bad!" Turing murmured.
"But I am merely a magical artifact. Now that I have separated from my original body and lack the power of a priest... I can no longer wield the power of this magical artifact!"
He frowned, his white brows furrowed, and after a moment of contemplation…
"Let's go back to the Ninth Domain first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Turing took a step forward. The next moment, a cracking sound came, and frost suddenly formed on one of his arms, which then began to crack.
Turing stumbled, struggling to take a step into the void...
"It has still been tainted by a trace of the ice elemental law... I need to perform a sacrifice...!"
As Turing took his steps, his beard and hair gradually became covered with a layer of frost.
Even the paintbrush in his hand was gradually covered with frost...
……
Tu Yuwei looked at the small courtyard in front of her, which was spotless after being swept clean.
Her eyes dimmed, and she walked out with her head down.
Just then, her heart skipped a beat, and a calling, as if from her very blood, rose within her.
"Is it Grandpa Turing?"
Tu Yuwei was stunned, and subconsciously remembered the pen cap that had been blown earlier.
"It must be him!"
The next moment, Tu Yuwei took out a boundary-breaking talisman, tore apart the spatial barrier, and stepped into the void.
Despite the lessons learned from Li Zhan and Ge Xiu, Tu Yuwei has refrained from venturing into the void for far too long.
But at this moment, she seemed to care about nothing at all...
Since Tu Feixue's death, she only has Grandpa Turing left in all the myriad worlds.
Although she didn't know where Grandpa Turing came from or why he was so kind to her...
I don't know why, but every time I see Grandpa Turing, I feel a sense of blood ties...
But they had long regarded each other as their only family in the world.
Tu Yuwei's life level is still only comparable to that of a low-level quasi-god.
At this moment, she could only follow the call of her heart and head towards the tenth domain...
Half a day later.
Tu Yuwei finally saw an old man with white hair and beard, stumbling and staggering, moving forward into nothingness...
"Grandpa Turing!"
The wind wings behind Tu Yuwei flapped rapidly, and gradually it became clear that Turing's two arms had disappeared, and his whole body was cracked in frost, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
Tu Feixue grabbed him and immediately burst into tears.
"Grandpa Turing... what's wrong with you... sob... I have healing potions... sob...!"
Only in front of Grandpa Turing could she not hide her vulnerability.
It was as if, in front of Grandpa Turing, she would always be the same person she was on the day her first father passed away.
My first meeting with Grandpa Turing...
It's as if she will always be that six-year-old little girl.
"Medications are of no use to me."
Turing shook his head, as if he were already at his last gasp: "Feixue, are you willing to sacrifice your lifespan for me?"
Tu Feixue nodded vigorously: "I am willing. As long as Grandpa Turing can get better, Feixue is willing to sacrifice ninety percent of her lifespan!"
"it is good!"
In Turing's already blurred vision, the girl's appearance seemed to gradually merge with that of the boy.
“Alright, repeat after me… I, Tu Feixue, will sacrifice a thousand years of my lifespan to dispel the ice-type laws within Turing’s body!” Turing said slowly.
"law?"
Tu Feixue was startled: "Grandpa Turing, why does a law exist within you? What is it...!"
"Descendants of Tuling, please offer sacrifices!" Turing's face showed pain.
He had only been back to his original body for a short time, so he hadn't fully recovered.
Now that it has been tainted by the laws of ice, it is on the verge of dissipating.
Upon hearing this, Tu Feixue finally realized, "How could I still be so stupid? Grandpa Turing... I, Tu Feixue, am willing to sacrifice... sacrifice a thousand years of my lifespan for Grandpa Turing!"
A lifespan of a thousand years is neither too long nor too short for a monarch-level lifespan.
"May your descendants live as you wish!"
