My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1021 - 797: The Appearance of an Isomer!

Chapter 1021: Chapter 797: The Appearance of an Isomer!

So, this Shen Hong Realm, was it a sandbox world created by the Omniscient Emperor?

Or is it a legacy left after his fall?

Or some other reason that shaped a world, a world that lies between illusion and reality, an all-knowing world?

What was the world devoured before this then?

...

After a long while, Wang Zijia slowly came back to his senses.

When he looked at the world again, the entire world seemed somewhat different in Wang Zijia’s eyes.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be countless chaotic runes.

But since he hadn’t even completed the most basic 7th-grade Divine Power, Wang Zijia couldn’t see clearly, only feeling a vague, mirror-flower-water-moon-like sensation.

Wang Zijia took a moment to gather his focus and looked around at the endless Blood-colored Plains.

At this moment, he could confirm one thing: these light spots should be the fundamental principles of the Information Path.

It was just uncertain whether they were remnants of the Omniscient Emperor after his dispersion or something he left behind when he created the world.

No wonder the Balanced Scale had such a reaction!

Based on the current information, the Path of Omniscience should at least be on the same level as the Balanced Scale!

Even if Wang Zijia really could gather the entire Path of Omniscience and forge the unique Eye of Omniscience, he felt it could condense an item similar to the Balanced Scale!

Wang Zijia focused again and checked his progress.

There were still fifty billion to go before the initial gathering was completed, but this wasn’t difficult. Wang Zijia hadn’t even cleared one percent of the Blood-colored Plains.

Cleaning it up would be more than enough, and he could even pick up plenty of value along the way, and once the weights appeared, they could be exchanged.

Having adjusted his mood, Wang Zijia continued his career as a cleaner!

...

Wang Zijia, on his own, was cleaning around the edges of the Bloody Wasteland, moving further inward.

As he went deeper, he occasionally encountered battles between others, all of which Wang Zijia ignored.

Upon discovering battling individuals, he either would teleport away or hide, waiting for them to finish, then he would come out to collect the corpses, like a diligent little bee.

One day, like usual, Wang Zijia was clearing corpses.

He had just finished cleaning a section of bones, preparing to change location.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Boom boom!"

Suddenly, streaming lights flew across the sky, terrifying waves of Spells swept through, and streams of light blasted numerous meteoric craters into the ground.

Wang Zijia had formed a conditioned reflex to this, instinctively triggering Spatial-Temporal Stealth, disappearing from the spot and melding into the Void.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia then looked up toward the noise.

In the sky, he saw two bizarre Array Maps colliding constantly, moving in his direction.

As the Arrays rotated, one could vaguely see inside at least hundreds of Immortals commanding countless God Monarchs, acting as power nodes of the Array.

Countless forces converged, Runes flashed, and as the Spirit Mechanism circulated, they all gathered towards the Formation Center.

At the center of the Array, were two massive figures on each side, standing on Array Maps, backs to Dao Wheels, heads touching the skies, their every movement emitting terrifying might.

Four world-shocking Great Cultivators, as they fought, their undying Array Maps also violently collided.

Innumerable lights shot out, falling all around, with the smallest disturbance creating a meteor crater several li in diameter; to call them human-shaped nuclear bombs might be a bit of an understatement.

"Golden Immortals?"

Wang Zijia stared at the magnificence of the four, stunned!

The next moment, his eyes bulged wide open!

For no other reason than within the battle circle of the four, on the side belonging to the Devil Gate, he saw a very familiar face: Li Xunbo!

The Head of the Taiching Five Elements Department with whom Wang Zijia had quite a few interactions!

’How could it be Li Xunbo??? Could it be that the Taiching in this world discovered it long ago?’

’Wait a minute...’

Just as Wang Zijia’s thoughts were rapidly turning, trying to make sense of the situation, he suddenly realized that he didn’t just recognize Li Xunbo among the four; he knew three of them.

On the side of the Devil Gate, apart from Li Xunbo, there was a woman.

If Wang Zijia remembered correctly, she should be called Zhang Weiyi, a Golden Immortal level Big Shot from the Yuqing Palace!

And on the side representing the Righteous Path of the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance, Wang Zijia also recognized one of the Big Shots.

Jiang Muzhi, originally one of the four sacred sects of the Devil Gate in West Qiang: Linglong Tomb’s Golden Immortal level Big Shot!

Now... he had become one of the Golden Immortal level Great Elders of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance in this world!

Wang Zijia was dumbstruck watching the four fighting their spells, looking at their switched identities between good and evil, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Clearly, if nothing unexpected happened, these individuals are not the Big Shots he knew, but their counterparts in this space-time!

Does this world have a counterpart for everyone from the original true Shen Hong Realm?

What about mine?

Or is it only the top-level powers that have one?

What is this world even for?!

"Boom boom!"

As Wang Zijia’s thoughts churned, the battle above moved right above him.

He gathered his focus a bit, carefully maintaining his Stealth while being distracted by dodging the aftermath of the battle to avoid being struck by ’shrapnel’.

With the intensity of these attacks, if he were hit, even if he didn’t die, he would be gravely injured.

The battle in the sky did not stop because of this and quickly moved away.

Seeing how both parties were going all out, it seemed like they were truly ablaze with anger!

Indeed, accurately speaking, the battles on this Blood-colored Wasteland were always this fiery every day; there was no tacit understanding of playing house.