CHAPTER 682: CHAPTER 394: 17 EVOLUTIONS · PORTAL APPEARS

The epiphany brought by the collection has some use.

However, for now, its usefulness is not too great.

Compared to before, the increase to a ten-year extra-dimensional sense of smell could at most alleviate Chen Yun’s usual loneliness and boredom.

After all, having such a bug-like ability to smell the past stories of all matter indeed satisfies one’s curiosity anytime.

But besides that, this ability seems to have little use.

If it was the only ability.

Then he could become a master detective.

Everything in all cases would instantly reveal numerous traces left in the river of time under his extra-dimensional sense of smell.

This is completely like an open-book exam.

Any so-called murderer would have no place to hide in front of such a capability.

He could also become a master of antique appraisal.

Although the extra-dimensional sense of smell that only traces back ten years can’t see everything an antique has experienced over hundreds or thousands of years, it can at least determine if a fake antique was made in the last decade.

But all these hypotheticals are based on Chen Yun having only this one ability.

In fact.

Chen Yun not only has this ability, but many other more extraordinary abilities.

All these combined.

Have made him the King of the Primordial Star today.

And for someone like him, being a detective or master antique appraiser holds no meaning.

He, is the supreme King.

Therefore, boosting the extra-dimensional sense of smell to ten-year duration after an epiphany is ultimately just a means to pass time.

Perhaps it will be useful in the future.

But not now.

Current Chen Yun anticipates an even more powerful and stronger evolution.

Pondering.

At this moment, staying on the Moon, Chen Yun looked up towards the boundless starry sky and the conspicuously large and distinct Primordial Star.

It is now June 17th, at eleven fifty-nine at night, and in one more minute, it will be the seventeenth evolution.

If you think about it.

The time from when he was an ordinary human to the King of the Primordial Star seems to have only been about four months.

And within these four months.

He not only completed the transformation from an ordinary person to the King of the Primordial Star.

But also completed the transformation from a normal carbon-based life to a powerful being capable of destroying a constant star system with full power.

This left him somewhat in a daze.

But along with the daze, came greater anticipation.

Currently.

Each of his evolutions can be said to be equal to all the past achievements.

With every evolution, he could almost instantly outmatch his previous self.

Then what about the seventeenth?

What will he become?

What kind of new abilities will he have?

As Chen Yun held such expectations, it wasn’t long before a strong drowsiness overcame him.

This drowsiness surpassed previous times.

Initially, it was just a slight heaviness of the eyelids, as if countless tiny feathers lightly landed on them, making him instinctively want to close his eyes.

Then, the drowsiness surged like a tidal wave, growing heavier and heavier.

His vision began to blur, and the light of the stars in his eyes seemed to flicker.

Becoming unstable.

Chen Yun tried hard to blink, attempting to dispel this unusual fatigue.

But after each blink, the world before him grew even more hazy.

His body seemed wrapped in an invisible veil, with every movement becoming slow and heavy.

Even simply sitting up straight became exceptionally difficult.

His thoughts gradually blurred, and the fantasies and expectations about future evolution in his mind were replaced by a warm and comfortable darkness.

Like being surrounded by a soft eiderdown bed.

Chen Yun felt himself slowly sinking into a dreamscape without worries.

The light of the distant Primordial Star became faint.

His consciousness gradually sank.

In the last bit of consciousness, there was a strong expectation of the seventeenth evolution to come, and a yearning for unknown power.

Finally.

Chen Yun completely fell into a deep sleep.

When consciousness awakened again, he was no longer bound by his physical body.

He was a pure consciousness wandering in that familiar pure cyan dreamscape.

Only this time it was somewhat different.

Just as the drowsiness was stronger than before, this time the pure cyan dreamscape was also undergoing different changes.

With careful observation, one could find.

Countless pure cyan mist-like things, unlike before, were not just drifting chaotically in this dreamscape.

Instead, they were moving in a regular pattern.

They headed in a unified direction.

Countless pure cyan mists seemed to be drawn by some mysterious power, starting to move regularly.

These mists appeared as threads, light and transparent, each tracing a graceful arc through the air.

They seemed to possess life, intertwining and entangling with each other, forming complex and exquisite patterns. These patterns continually changed in the air, some resembling spinning vortices, some like blooming flowers, others like flowing rivers, continuously extending forward.

Chen Yun’s consciousness seemed attracted by these mists, involuntarily following their direction of movement.

He found himself in a long river composed of pure cyan mists. This long river meandered and twisted through fantastic landscapes formed by the mist.

The banks of the river were tall pillars of mist.

They were like ancient stone columns, upholding the sky of this dreamscape.

Giving a particularly solemn feeling.