"The first step to controlling the Sacred Mark is to completely restrain the power brought by the Dust of the Liberated. The last time you took three pills, more than half of the power was wasted by you."
Crow stood by the table and stared at him. "Do you remember those Ascenders you saw? The ones who were the most obvious beasties were weaklings. The more beasties they had, the weaker their control over themselves. Even if they looked impressive, they were just for show.
The Sacred Mark is not independent, it is a part of you. You are the Sacred Mark, and the Sacred Mark is you. You have to control this miracle and merge it with you! "
"But I can't control it."
Huai Shi spread out his hands in frustration. As the flames on his arms were suppressed, the Origin Flame, which was full of ash, shot out from his palms. It was more than two feet high.
This was a pretty good method of attack.
It looked very cool, but it did not have any suppressive effect at all.
"First, you need to calm down, your heart as still as water."
Crow suggested, "Let's try meditating first. Wasn't your meditation training quite successful?"
Huai Shi got up and carried the guqin case down from upstairs. After carefully restraining the flames, he had just picked up the guqin bow when he heard a small cracking sound. He had used too much strength and was about to crush the bow.
He tried to relax, and the bow fell from his hands to the ground. But when he subconsciously tightened his grip, the bow broke into two pieces. Even the fingerboard of the guqin neck cracked.
Damn.
Fortunately, there was a spare bow at home.
This time, Huai Shi was very careful and did not crush it. But when he tried to play, he found that he could not calm down at all.
His insides were burning.
Under the violent riot of the ash, he was distraught. All kinds of unpleasant scenes flashed in his mind, and the sound he pulled out became sharp and ear-piercing.
He even began to doubt whether meditation was useful.
"You don't have enough willpower." Crow sighed. "Do you know the training method of Amber in the Forest?"
"Hmm?"
"In Yingzhou, the warriors would combine the meditation of the monks to train their minds. They intended to understand the so-called Ye Yin. In the end, it was to let oneself enter a state of absolute calmness. In the end, there was a practice called 'Saber Zen', just like what you are doing now."
Crow slowly said: "You can indulge, but you must hold back. You can be fanatical, but you must not cross the line … You have miracles, but not the other way around.
Otherwise, you will be assimilated by the high-level Stigmata sooner or later and become a walking corpse. "
"I understand, I understand."
Huai Shi gritted his teeth and tried his best to get rid of the chaotic thoughts that filled his mind. He wanted to immerse himself in the sound of the zither. But even with so many years of practice, the sound of the zither was still intermittent.
He was still unable to immerse himself in it.
Until the Crow whispered in his ear, "Think about it, every minute you delay, you'll burn ten thousand …"
In an instant, the melodious sound of a zither rang out.
Huai Shi's heart was as still as water!
.
This was definitely the most painful day Huai Shi had ever played the zither.
It lasted until nine o 'clock in the evening. After wasting four Liberator's Dust, he finally managed to restrain the Source Flame to a slightly acceptable level in the state of meditation.
The special state brought about by the Liberator's Dust was extended by a third, to fifteen minutes.
In the state of low power consumption, Huai Shi felt as if he was going to suffocate at any moment, but he kept his consciousness and endured the huge pressure from his body.
"If you continue to train like this, you can see the initial results in about a month."
Crow nodded and finally let him finish his meal.
And Fang Shu seemed to be on time. The moment Huai Shi sat down at the table, he presented an appetizing dinner. Then he stood proudly at the side and watched Huai Shi eat.
Huai Shi looked up at him blankly. "Fang Shu, aren't you eating with me?"
"Thank you for your concern, Young Master. I've already eaten."
Fang Shu patted his chest and said proudly, "In a few minutes, the hot water will be ready. Young Master, you can go take a bath later. Your clothes are in the basket in the bathroom."
Everything had been arranged so clearly and clearly.
Huai Shi shook his head. "No need to change. I plan to train a bit more tonight. Even if I change, I'll be sweaty and smelly."
"No, too much is as bad as too little. That's all for today. If you're still interested tonight, we have another program."
Crow lowered his head and swallowed the snail that was bigger than his head in one gulp. He let out a long breath and praised, "Excellent craftsmanship."
Fang Shu smiled happily. He bowed and gestured for them to enjoy, then left silently.
"Ah, I feel sorry for him."
Huai Shi scratched his head. "He's an old man. He has to do so much work every day. He feels guilty."
"Save it."
Crow glanced at him. "He's now the incarnation of the stone marrow museum. Don't measure him by human standards. Maintaining this place is as simple as eating and drinking every day. It's not as difficult as you think.
If you really want to thank him, hurry up and advance. Then go down to the border and find some good materials to repair this place. The maintenance of the coffin is an astronomical figure. You have to feel a sense of urgency and be mentally prepared. "
"I understand, I understand."
Huai Shi nodded and finished his meal quickly. After a short rest, he went to take a bath and leaned on the sofa in his pajamas. He didn't want to move anymore.
"What program are you talking about tonight?"
"Didn't you just say we're at the border?"
Crow flapped his wings and the Book of Destiny flew out. The pages quickly flipped and finally stopped at the last fragment of the Red Glove's record.
"Today, I'll let you experience for yourself what the border and hell are."
Things seemed to be coming to an end.
Huai Shi closed his eyes and skillfully blacked out.
Like countless times in the past, he felt himself gradually fragmenting and spreading out like invisible gas and rain, slowly merging into the records of the Book of Destiny.
Once again, he became the Red Glove.
.
.
The first time he opened his eyes, he saw the adhesion of flesh and blood, the things called embryos, and himself called embryos.
In the cold warehouse, countless embryos suspended in petri dishes were arranged in a formation that extended to the end of his vision. Life was like fish seedlings sleeping in countless fish tanks.
Waiting for maturity.
…
The second time he opened his eyes, he saw a steel cradle and white-clothed nurses. They carried the smell of disinfectant and expressionlessly changed his diapers and breastfed him.
Following that were countless fragments of fragments.
It was as if the process of growing up had been omitted. All that remained in his memory were injections, examinations, and daily loyalty education.
The rest wasn't forgotten, but deliberately cut off and not allowed to exist.
Erased.
The whole process was like production on an assembly line. Checkpoints after checkpoints were constantly processed. The qualified passed, and the unqualified were destroyed.
Before the age of seventeen, they would give their consciousness to the priests. The fanatical teachers would constantly engrave their loyalty in their minds and dedicate their bodies to the motherland. The cold instructors would constantly add skills and instincts to their bodies to kill their own kind.
In the end, 470 finished products called perfect people were selected from more than ten times the number.
Just these fleeting fragments were enough to make Huai Shi feel fear and disgust from the bottom of his heart.
Life was like a product, fiddled with by hands, growing in the direction of the plan. Under the cold scrutiny, various indicators and even fertility were evaluated.
The qualified passed, and the unqualified were destroyed.
Moving forward along the assembly line, they passed through one test after another and difficulties after another.
Finally, in the seventeenth year of his birth, he ushered in the final trial.
"Today, you will usher in the final test and also judge your efforts in the past seventeen years. The qualified will become a citizen of Rome after sublimation."
Smiling scholars stood beside a huge machine, sending blessings and farewells to the students who were being tested. The priests anointed them with holy oil, the teachers encouraged them, and the instructors solemnly exhorted them.
The whole world seemed to have warmed up.
So kind.
Until the person represented by Huai Shi walked into the huge machine. His limbs were fixed, tied to a cross, and finally sealed in a cabin that looked like a hamster ball.
What was incredible was that he could still see the scene outside. Those warm and gentle faces, those expectant eyes, and those solemn expressions of expectation.
He saw the display in the corner called the depth gauge: [Present].
Then, the lights on countless meters lit up, and all kinds of strange parameters changed rapidly. Finally, through the cabin door, he saw the priest suddenly pull down the lever while solemnly chanting.
It was as if the rope on the guillotine had been cut off.
At that moment, violent tremors began. In the dizzying sharp sound, something seemed to be stripped away. Perhaps it was reason, perhaps it was air, or perhaps it was something that human beings relied on to exist.
[Border]
He fell from the sky, but it seemed that he had always been there.
The bubble of reality was broken, and he peeked at the scene hidden behind the curtain.
In the intense dizziness and pain, he saw endless yellow sand outside the cabin, as if the desolation and loneliness extended to the end of the world.
The sky was full of cracks, and even a black gap appeared.
Something huge flew past the broken sky, casting a ferocious shadow on the ground …
There was a roaring sound in the wind.
There was a vague shadow passing by outside the cabin.
They were in groups, forming a long line. Their vague silhouettes were like ghosts, twisting under the scorching sun.
Something among them cast an indifferent glance at him.
With vicious mockery and compassionate pity.
Fear made him cry out, but no one seemed to hear him. They gradually went away. After an unknown period of time, the violent tremors began again.
He began to fall.
More and more things were stripped away, or rather, he abandoned himself. He sank into an even deeper place.
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