My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1109 - 825: Discovering the Ultimate Floor-Cleaning Technique!_3

Chapter 1109: Chapter 825: Discovering the Ultimate Floor-Cleaning Technique!_3

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Some speechless tolerance lingered in his heart, clearly feeling that something was off;

yet his body instinctively felt joy;

and upon realizing he liked it, he felt utterly unsettled, suspecting he’d become some sort of pervert!

Wang Zijia no longer cared about these chaotic thoughts.

Instead, he contemplated how to start cleansing the area.

There were no Task Department’s intelligence reports available here.

First, Wang Zijia opened his Identity Card, browsed through the overall intelligence related to the frontier territories, and then looked at various tasks from the Task Department to see which could rake in some benefits while cleansing.

Having gained a rough understanding, Wang Zijia dove straight into the ground.

After meditating with legs crossed, his body split in two—one part remained sitting in place, and the other transformed into a large mass of sticky flesh mixture.

As it wriggled, the flesh mixture began to form individual avatars; each grain-sized piece of flesh turned into a Wang Zijia, then quickly vanished.

In a moment, half the body mass of Wang Zijia had converted into thousands upon thousands of true flesh avatars.

This caused the meditating Wang Zijia’s aura to become significantly weaker.

Bolstered by the nature of Innate Divinity and Life-Engraved Divine Power: Liquid Life, he had become a celestial entity of a different level, left with no weaknesses.

However, it also meant that any part of his body had transformed into an essence-flesh structure.

Losing any flesh would equate to losing a portion of his strength, or more precisely, the corresponding value.

This was a bit disadvantageous, but strictly speaking, it wasn’t a bad thing for Wang Zijia.

After all, as long as a drop of his blood survived, he wouldn’t die. It was all him, all reforged bodies, without any primary or secondary distinction, divine thoughts differentiated by the billions, but control consciousness remained singular.

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Underground, Wang Zijia sat with his eyes closed.

In the outside world, countless Wang Zijias, imbued with the strongest Stealth Art: Spatial-Temporal Stealth, moved through an alternate space, launching a carpet-style intelligence search across the realm.

"Roar!"

"Squeak!"

In the mountains, within a massive flesh mountain, numerous ghost eyes opened on the mountainside, spotting the hidden Wang Zijia.

Immediately, the mountain of flesh squirmed, and numerous demons burst forth from its belly-like interior.

Upon being discovered, Wang Zijia’s avatar didn’t hesitate. Seizing the opportunity, his eyes shimmered with golden light, and he fully activated his pupil surgery to scan the flesh mountain.

Before the demons rushed forth, he plunged into chaos and vanished without a trace, leaving behind only an Anchor Gu that quietly emerged,

which was promptly swallowed by a demon.

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Above the Endless Plain, ghost fog swirled, and the whole area looked like a realm of Ghost Sludge, with bones stumbling about, and resentful souls wandering, numerous alluring shadows struggling within.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, from the center of the ghost sludge, a strange nightingale cry echoed through heaven and earth.

A mutated Nine-Headed Ghost Baby roared skyward, spreading vast membrane bat wings and soaring into the sky.

The moment it screeched, Wang Zijia’s avatar was forcibly jolted out of the void.

The avatar, shocked upon impact, turned pale as if severely injured.

Yet, undeterred by the detection, he paused no longer. His eyes flashed golden, and he launched a large-scale inspection at the approaching demon and the entire area.

In the instant the monster reached him, he blinked away.

The monster arrived only to find an Anchor Gu spinning in place.

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In the heart of a forest stood a strange Desert Canyon surrounded by a plain of Red Land, where blood, flesh, and bone powder formed the sand that lined the entire canyon.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a monstrous maw surged skyward from the unassuming canyon.

It appeared to be a normally ordinary Sand Worm, swollen to tens of thousands of times its size.

Its dragon-like body, adorned with numerous twisted human and beast faces, struggled while surrounded by a multitude of voices of Resentful Souls, sounding like thousands of Remnant Souls in agony.

This served as its best Defensive Stance; any ordinary being that came close didn’t even need it to act—just the aura alone would assault them with cursed demonic sounds, stupefying them on the spot for it to devour.

At that moment, the Sand Worm opened its terrifying maw towards the void.

A Wang Zijia abruptly emerged from it.

Everything happened so suddenly; although the avatar Wang Zijia had a high enough Ranking, the avatar formed by several thousand points of value was too weak and couldn’t react in time before being swallowed in one gulp.

No bubbles surfaced as it logged out with a GG.

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In deep woods, wildernesses, and seas of blood everywhere, such scenes played out repeatedly across this realm.

The whole world seemed to come alive, instantly bustling with activity.

Wang Zijia sat cross-legged on the ground, processing the multitude of messages brought back by various avatars returning or dying, with his billions of divine thoughts quickly receiving, processing, and filing them.

Gradually, Wang Zijia began to grasp the situation of this world more clearly.

As he explored, the demons in the realm also started engaging in various Big melees.

"Huu······"

After about half a day, with all deployed avatars either recovered or