Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Countless spherical stars are unevenly distributed in the vast expanse of space. Some are barren and desolate, while others are rich and prosperous. But they all have one thing in common - they are separated by transparent barriers, forming independent yet closely connected areas.

With the naked eye alone, no matter how much mental energy one expends, it is probably impossible to see these things. Mo Xie believes that this is also the ability of the World Tree, or perhaps a unique ability of the Creator God's creation.

Among the many areas, one stands out in particular.

Two celestial bodies with completely different styles floated quietly in the area, as if inviting Mo Xie to explore, emitting more dazzling light from time to time.

Moshe's consciousness slowly approached, and above the star, the shadowy figure hidden in the light became clearer and clearer. It was a familiar face and posture, a god with white hair and golden eyes, and a supreme being shrouded in a pitch-black robe.

At this moment, a memory of the original body suddenly emerged in his mind.

The Creator God completed his transformation after the birth of consciousness. He established a connection with all things in the world and was omnipresent. Over time, his thoughts and consciousness diverged, half yearning for light, and half for darkness.

That's what Eve said.

Combining his previous experiences, Moshe concluded that the origin of the Holy Spirit Festival was a true legend. The original Creator God split into two avatars, Light and Dark, each controlling one world.

The relationship between the two clones seemed to be a bit unharmonious. Even though they appeared in the form of projections, they still emitted an extremely powerful pressure, causing the stardust in the area to tremble.

The white-haired god raised his chin slightly, gazing coldly at the black-robed god. Deep within his golden eyes seemed to dance with an eternal flame. Power gathered in his palms, swirling golden threads that engulfed the stars and everything in them, his attack unabashed.

The black-robed deity's face, hidden beneath his hood, was equally expressionless. His pale lips matched his complexion, revealing a strangely bright red when slightly parted. His robes blew open, a cloud of black air shrouding what should have been his arms, constantly shifting form.

This also explains why the power systems of the two worlds are so similar, but the development of the worlds is completely different. And why the bright creator god strengthened his control over the world tree.

If the two are in an opposing relationship and must determine the winner, then the power of the World Tree is indispensable.

Suddenly, the image in front of Mo Xie stopped abruptly, the shadows of the two gods turned into foam and flew away, and his consciousness returned to his body.

[Unfortunately, due to the constraints of the Creator God, I can only show you this now.]

The emerald green leaves swayed gently, and the ball carrying priceless memories flew upwards, making a soft "pop" sound, and stuck tightly to the other balls.

Mo Xie smiled and said, "That's enough, thank you."

[If you help me break free from the control of the Creator God, I will give them all to you.]

Yggdrasil said this without hesitation, as if those spheres were ordinary objects.

The memory fragments of the World Tree are not only the images of the past witnessed by the main body, but also include everything witnessed by the life it has nurtured, as well as the abilities it has mastered and used from its birth to the present. Their value is immeasurable.

The most important thing is commitment.

The World Tree nurtures so many lives, from small flowers and plants to large primitive monsters. In its eyes, these lives are all the same and there is no need to have overly close connections between them.

Another meaning of this promise is that it gives Moshe the right of inheritance.

"As long as you create new rules, you can break free from the control of the Creator God." Mo Xie stared at the leaves, "And you already know how to create new rules."

After a moment of silence, the World Tree asked:

[How much can you do for me?]

"Please rest assured, what you are worried about will not happen." Mo Xie did not answer directly.

[You will use that magic ring.]

The tip of the leaf brushed against his fingers.

"Yes," said Moshe, with a hint of meaning. "It can do many things, just like you."

[Let's get started.]

As the words fell, a huge gap appeared in space.

[I hope you can bear it.]

The edges of the slit curled slightly and opened, flexible branches weaving into a net. Guided by the leaves, the branches pulled away, revealing a small space that looked like a cave or a hotbed.

The "heart" of the World Tree, the core of its original power, is protected by layers of protection and hidden in the deepest area.

In some ways, it's a hotbed.

The spirit fetus in Mo Xie's body was unusually quiet, but in fact, this was a manifestation of extreme excitement.

There is no doubt that the spirit fetus of the Supreme Wizard, like humans, will trigger the inhibitory mechanism when exposed to excessive stimulation.

Which spirit fetus can resist being excited when it can directly touch the original power?

Mo Xie stepped into the warm bed and sat cross-legged in the most comfortable position.

"No matter what happens, please don't stop, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."

[Um. ]

The World Tree responded softly, and the crack closed, wrapping Mo Xie inside.

Twenty-four exquisite beads appeared at the same time. Mo Xie raised his hand and drew three complex magic arrays in front of him. Then he slowly closed his eyes, concentrated his mental power, and activated the spiritual fetus.

Extremely pure and rich magical power flowed through his body and surged towards the inner wall of the hotbed. Immediately afterwards, the inner wall thickened and plumped up at a speed visible to the naked eye, truly like a heart, beating rhythmically.

In the originally large space, the emerald green leaves seemed to be shocked by Moshe's power. They trembled violently, and then stuck tightly to the middle of the closed space, leaving only an almost invisible thin line.

In the real world, in the main hall of the palace of the Mouk Emirate.

"What is the source of this magic?" Torek asked.

Idne looked at him expressionlessly, as if to say: Even you, a local, don't know, how could we know.

Torek laughed dryly, "I can only rule out one possibility, the magic tool."

Idne curled the corners of his mouth, "What a coincidence, me too."

"Leopold." On the other side, Sophia handed Leopold a bottle of light blue potion, and at the same time gently placed her palms on his eyes, continuing to cast healing magic.

"Thank you, Sophia." Leopold tilted his head slightly, unscrewed the bottle cap skillfully, and drank it in one gulp.

Torek, who was paying special attention to Xu, blinked and asked in a gentle tone that none of them had ever heard before, "Miss Xu, do you have any ideas?"

Idne patted the raised hairs on his arms and looked at him with an increasingly strange look.

Xu's eyes swept over the few people, then he opened his mouth and uttered a few words silently.

"Chain trigger? As expected of Miss Xu, this is a very meaningful idea."

Look, the guy's tail is almost shaking like a tornado. Idne first despised him in his heart, then seriously considered Xu's conjecture.

After a moment, he opened his eyes wide and looked around.

“Handmade products… those handmade products!”