【Correction, it should be the era of gods and Buddhas. When I typed in the wrong way while typing, I was thinking about it all.】

"The selected person understands correctly, and transforming the world is the world transformed by this system. The general process is as follows: select a broken natural world with detailed records, inject the world into the origin of the world to generate life and vitality, shape characters, artificially set the world's historical process, and artificially set culture to achieve the purpose of controlling the plot."

"So transforming the world is between the natural world and the original world?"

“The selected person understands it correctly.”

In this white chaos, Anyang seems to be unable to find anything except talking to the system.

He also gradually learned that the world itself and the system architecture that transforms the world are derived naturally because it is based on a real world, but the life of this world is derived from the origin of the world, and the historical process is also controlled by the system.

This means that this world has a plot, and this plot is likely to be a world he is familiar with.

At the same time, Anyang is also very worried about Xiaochan now.

This little fox is not like him who has had many experiences of traveling around and is mentally prepared for such things. Moreover, this little fox has always been timid and doesn't know what nervousness is like at this time.

In this environment where there is nothing, it is most likely to make people feel depressed. Ordinary people may suffer from mental illness after staying here for a long time. Even Anyang feels a sense of depression that makes them breathe heavily, let alone the little fox.

She didn't think she had lost her, or that this was a space that people would only see after they died...

It was really annoying that I finally took her through a shuttle!

Every minute and every second here is particularly difficult, Anyang is also bored and impatient, but the system is always not ready, and I don’t know what troubles I have encountered again.

He began to find all kinds of things to pass the time...

Observe the progress of the establishment of the most complex model in the bioassist chip, think about the possibility and breakthrough points of the integration of several power systems, simulate the future direction of the three worlds, and even get bored to start to sort out your own emotions that are still chaotic.

He would also think about what Xiaochan was doing at this time. He was always worried and worried, and worried? Or was he already settled down like him and was looking for something to pass the time?

He would also regret why he didn't tell her before he was traveling through the world that some unexpected situation might have happened, so that she would not be so sudden.

I don't know how long it took, but the system's prompt sound finally rang in my ears.

"The transformation of the world is ready and is about to enter."

Then, after a countdown, his eyes burst into pieces and he immediately escaped from this chaotic state.

First, the subtle sounds that rushed into his ears, including the chaotic noises, the hoarse birds, the barking of dogs from afar, and the voices of people, were all mixed together. These clear or blurry sounds all felt a new touch to him, and when he opened his eyes, the bright scenery came into his eyes like a painting with a huge resolution.

Anyang saw an ancient city in front of him, with an ancient yellow overall look, the rivers passing through the ancient city, and the small green and yellow hills outside the ancient city...

He immediately turned his head and looked for Xiaochan's figure.

Fortunately, the little fox was standing beside him, his eyes were still at a loss, his hands were unconsciously squeezing the clothes in front of him, and the back of his hands turned a little white due to the extra force.

I don’t know how she suddenly entered that empty environment alone, and how she had been through so long!

Anyang immediately reached out to touch her head, but she was shocked, and then she subconsciously avoided it.

Then Xiaochan turned her head nervously to look at him. There was a light on her dazed face. She moved her eyes to look at his stalemate hand. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her head and moved closer to him silently, as if she was 'Come on for you'.

Anyang finally rubbed her head as he wished and said gently: "I don't know if that would happen, but it's okay now."

Xiaochan narrowed her eyes nervously and said nothing.

Suddenly, she entered a vast space and couldn't move. This length is much more terrifying than the ghost pressing bed that mortals can experience. She was really at a loss and even thought she would live in this state forever.

Fortunately, everything is over now, and I am very glad that she was not abandoned, and I am very glad to see the light again.

Anyang took his hand away from her warm head, then looked at the ancient city ahead and walked forward: "Then let's see what kind of world this is!"

Xiaochan nodded quickly and followed his steps.

This city is a standard ancient city design, with high and thick walls made of blue bricks, with defensive measures such as arrow towers and enemy towers, but strangely there is no guard.

The two gradually walked in, and Xiaochan also raised her head and looked at this novel world city silently.

She felt that it was no different from the world of China.

The city seems to be in disrepair. The bluestone slabs outside the city wall have broken, and vines grow on the city wall. The exposed places are also yellowed traces of vicissitudes, with a layer of gray falling off. Only occasionally, a few civilians wearing patched clothes enter and exit the city gates with a thick layer of yellow sand.

"Not even if there is no guard in this city, no one cares about it?" Anyang said to himself and walked into the city.

The city looks better than outside. Although the streets and the houses on both sides are still dilapidated, completely different from the ancient city ruins preserved in the real world, the sparse pedestrians on the streets still add a lot of vitality to the city. The chaotic voices make it no longer silent.

Some people also looked at the two of them in surprise, probably because they felt that they were dressed strangely, like foreigners.

Xiaochan approached Anyang a little, lowered her head and looked at the people who were mostly patched on the street.

On the contrary, her clothes with Anyang are not only strange, but also bright in color, exquisite workmanship, and delicate fabrics, which are also clean and clean, as if they have nothing to do with the civilians here.

The two walked around but didn't see the inn and taverns, so they found a shed on the way to have a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Xiaochan used chopsticks to flip through the bowl, but she only forced herself to eat a few. Because this side was too light, not only did she have no meat, but she couldn't even see much oil.

Anyang roughly knew that the city was depressed, not only economically, but also military and politically. He had basically not seen any larger shops along the way, nor did he see patrolling yamen runners or any official toll officers. Instead, he found the yamen, but it had long been ruined. Even the gate was gone, maybe it was demolished to be burned by someone.

It was like a homeless old city, with only a group of bitter people struggling hard.

He found nothing other than that.

But this is too normal. He met Li Changsheng by chance in the world of China. He discovered the traces of the mysterious person for a long time in the place of origin. This is nothing.

Anyang found an opportunity when no one looked at them, and flipped his hands to take out a pack of vacuum bag chicken wings, put them on the table, and said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it, eat this."

Xiaochan was frowning at the clear soup noodles in the bowl. When she saw the braised chicken wings, she swallowed and immediately put down her chopsticks.

Anyang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her.

After eating the chicken wings, the two continued to wander, but stopped next to a square.

It is said that it is a square, but it is actually a relatively empty place. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing gray hemp clothes was talking loudly in the square, like a storyteller.

There were already many people around him, and Anyang and Xiaochan also stood aside, listening to his loud talk silently.

Most of the people attracted by his loud voice were peddlers and pawns. They were tired all day long and sweaty. At this moment, the gathering was full of sour smell, which made Xiaochan frown.

The storyteller was excited and made every move: "Do you know the Baima Village thirty miles outside the city?"

Some people say they know.

The storyteller immediately pointed at everyone and asked, "Do you know that the moon and earth dragons surging in the Baima Village last year, the rocks rolled down, the mud and water rushed down, and the whole village disappeared?"

Some say they know, some say they don’t.

Some people said that they did feel the underground vibration last month, and I don’t know who caused the fury of the earth dragon.

Some people say this is very common.

But the storyteller immediately raised his voice and said, "In fact, this matter is far from that simple. None of the nearly five hundred people in Baima Village are spared. To be honest, it is actually closely related to a strange story that many people have heard of last year!"

Everyone gradually became interested and their eyes shone.

"What's up?"

"Didn't it be that I messed with the Earth Dragon?"

"What you are talking about is the weird guy who appeared in Baima Village last year?" Finally someone pointed out the key point.

"That's right!" The storyteller's face turned red, "That weird man has appeared in Baima Village for a long time. I have heard of it, but he has been in the Sheep's Waist Mountain behind Baima Village. He was discovered by a woodcutter in the village before and entered Baima Village. However, he did not expect that this would cause such a disaster!"

"Tell me, talk quickly!"

"Stop keeping it aside!"

"Is this weird guy a monster?"

But the storyteller stopped at this time and showed a shy smile: "Dear readers, Xiaosheng hasn't had a full meal for half a month. Do you see if you can..."

The noisy square suddenly became silent, and those who had just clamored to listen to the truth shut up and stopped talking.

Anyang pursed his lips, looked down at Xiaochan and stared at the face ahead. He felt that the sentence "talking about money hurts feelings" was fully reflected here.

A tingling sound!!

Finally, a pitiful copper plate fell to the ground and was thrown from the window on the second floor next to it. The famous onlooker immediately wanted to pick it up, but the storyteller took the lead.

Others onlookers also felt a little regretful, as if they were hating why they were not quick, but no one accused the man of something wrong.

Someone even looked at the window on the second floor and shouted, "Don't drop two more sons! Ditch a little more!"

There was a young man on the window on the second floor. He ignored these shameless men and shouted to the storyteller: "So let's talk! After that, come up to me to get the money!"

"Okay!"

The storyteller was ecstatic and walked under the window with his dirty patch robe, tilted his head to start talking.
Chapter completed!