Chu Yunsheng did regret it.
In fact, even his intestines were green with regret! He did not expect that the most terrifying enemy was not the seven nails, nor was it death, but the endless silence and loneliness.
This was a torture worse than death. It was like being locked in a small, dark room for countless years. No one talked to him, no one listened to him, not even a ghost. He was the only one talking to himself like a lunatic, talking to himself and talking nonsense.
In the beginning, he did not pay much attention to it. But as the seven nails weakened, and the crisis gradually subsided, he began to feel that something was wrong.
Chu Yunsheng thought that after so many years, his will had already become as strong as a rock. He had experienced both loneliness and loneliness, so he thought that it was not a big deal.
But this time, he was wrong, very wrong.
He had never been alone for such a long time, and he could not see the end of it. There was no hope, no future. It was like lying in a tomb of the living dead. There was only silence and darkness in front of him.
The first stage was the endurance stage. He used his strong willpower to get through it. The second stage was the pain stage. He used his incomparably tough experience to get through it. The third stage was the numbness stage. He used numbness as a kind of "meaning of life" to numb himself. Finally, he got through it!
And the fourth stage was the endless emptiness. The emptiness almost made him go crazy!
At this moment, he really hoped that the shadow was not dead. No matter what it was trying to do, at least, at least, it could talk to him!
Even if he used all the most vicious words in the world to curse his ancestors, at least there would be someone to talk to.
However, this was just an extravagant hope. Once he lost it, he would never be able to get it back!
He was like a madman trying to find something meaningful to do to fill the emptiness in his heart.
Counting from zero, to ten thousand, to one million, to one hundred million …
From the first story he could remember, he began to tell it to himself. Andersen's Fairy Tales, One Thousand and One Nights, Saint Seiya, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Ultraman, even Zhu Yan Blood …
After he finished telling all the stories, he felt empty again. Then he started to read all the knowledge he had learned in the age of light, including social news, people he knew, physics, chemistry, geography, astronomy, and so on. He did not even let go of the elementary school math questions. He kept reading them again and again, trying to fight against the emptiness of his mind.
The darkness that was as lonely as the night had no end, but his memories had an end as well. After going through all of these countless times, there was finally nothing that he could use to resist the vast emptiness.
Therefore, he began to make up stories like a neurotic person to deceive himself. He first made up stories about himself, then others. History, fantasy, fantasy, science fiction, urban … He made up everything he could think of countless times, until he reached the limit. In the end, there was nothing new to make up!
He fell into emptiness again. He tried everything he could think of, but he still could not resist the emptiness. In the end, he could only start to study the seven needles and some other things.
The pages of the ancient book had been flying away, so he could not read them. Otherwise, it might have provided him with some "bullets" to fight against the emptiness.
But the seven needles were not that easy to study. Because from his perspective, he could not touch them at all. He could only speculate, imagine, and ponder based on what he knew …
First, he began to sort out the relationship between all the aliens and monsters he had encountered, including the dead shadow. He was afraid that if he finished sorting everything out at once, there would no longer be any "bullets" to fight against the emptiness. So he deliberately slowed down his sorting speed and deceived himself by slowly arranging their shadows.
But the information he had was pitifully little. Soon, there was nothing to sort out, and there was no conclusion worth studying. However, it made him more certain of what the senior practitioner said in the ancient book — there was no god in this world.
In the eyes of ordinary human beings, Duo Neng race was as scary as a god, and the crystal-dressed beings were blatantly pretending to be a god. In the eyes of these aliens, the shadow was a god-like existence. In the end, when it was the shadow's turn, the senior practitioner and the owner of the seven nails became gods again.
It turned out that the so-called "gods" were all looking up to the unknown existence, and that was all. Perhaps what the senior practitioner wanted to tell him was also this truth: there was no god in this world.
Then he began to study the status of the senior practitioner and the owner of the seven nails. Although there was no god in this world, their status did exist. Otherwise, the shadow would not be so scared.
When he was studying this "thesis", Chu Yunsheng was very excited. Because this thesis could help him deal with the emptiness for a long time.
The reason was that he had sensed a vast biological chain of the source of life twice. The first time was when he absorbed the life force of the island's Min, and the second time was when he destroyed the shadow.
And during these two times, he didn't pay attention to the details. Until now, he already had enough time to waste on this. In fact, he couldn't ask for more, because he was too lonely, too empty.
Slowly and carefully, he recalled the memory of that time bit by bit, over and over again, looking for the subtle difference. The more he couldn't find it, the happier he was. Because once he found it, it meant that he would have to face the endless emptiness again.
However, there would always be an end to everything. After a long time, although he was very unwilling, he still found it, because this was a process that had to be meaningful. Otherwise, once he stopped, he would still have to face the silence of being alone.
He found that when the biological chain appeared twice, the life force of the island's Min and the shadow corresponded to two different positions on this vast food chain.
The gap between them might be the gap between their status. This was his final conclusion and conjecture.
But he didn't know where the owner of the ancient book and the seven nails were, because he couldn't absorb their life force.
Later, he studied many things, such as the multi-dimensional space that the veiled woman mentioned. He was confused for a while, because he thought that the existence of the high-dimensional space depended on the existence of the low-dimensional space, and if there was no three-dimensional space, there would not be a fourth dimension. But now, he was clearly trapped in the narrow space between the fourth dimension and the unknown space, but theoretically, he felt that the fourth dimension could not exist independently …
Also, he was very confused. Was the location of the various forces and creatures he encountered determined by the food chain of the source of life, or the spatial dimension that they lived in? The "conclusion" that he had just reached became vague and contradictory again.
However, he was not confused. Instead, he was very happy. This period of confused and contradictory time was probably the most "fulfilling" time that he had spent here. It helped him resist the terrifying emptiness.
However, in the end, there was really nothing else that he could study with his current knowledge and ability. So he turned his "attention" to the ancient book and the seven nails.
Just like this, he spent another period of time to study. He understood that the so-called "Master Divine Weapon" that the shadow mentioned might be the life force weapon of the senior practitioner and the owner of the seven nails. Perhaps it was the most powerful weapon of each of them.
The reason why he said "may" and "perhaps" was because he couldn't test it, so he couldn't get a definite result. So he could only guess.
Of course, he also didn't know how to make this kind of weapon. Otherwise, he would have a lot of things to do.
After he finished thinking about everything, there was no longer any place that he could study further. Once again, he fell into a long state of emptiness.
At this moment, if someone were to tell him that a master cultivator could meditate for countless years, he would definitely sneer. Silence, emptiness, loneliness, coldness, darkness, and no future intertwined with each other, tormenting him day and night … Not to mention a master, even a deity would have to f * cking admit defeat! He would also go crazy!
This was not the kind of loneliness and emptiness that a human being could endure!
Finally, one day, he couldn't stand it anymore. He entered the fifth stage, the despair stage!
At this last stage, he was surprisingly calm. He was terrifyingly cold, like a cold-blooded chief surgeon who had begun to dissect his entire life, dissecting it bit by bit. All his desires, his dark side, his feelings, his hatred, his persistence, and so on were laid out mercilessly. He faced the meaning of existence in life, freed and let go of them one by one …
In the end, he ended the meaning of his life in loneliness.
The hopeless future, the deep despair, he then began to end his life – suicide!
Yes, suicide!
In order to end his life, he used many methods, such as self-explosion, destruction, the ancient bow's reflection, disturbing the whirlpool, and so on. As long as he could think of something, he tried it coldly and emotionlessly.
But without exception, all of them failed. In order to die quickly, he wanted to die in front of the seven nails, but he was mercilessly stopped by the ancient book.
If it was in the first four stages, he still had a chance to die under the seven nails. But now, it was too late. Before entering the fifth stage, the despair stage, with his help, after a long time, the ancient book no longer needed him. It could completely suppress the seven nails by itself, and it even had the extra power to stop him from killing himself in front of the seven nails.
At this moment, the sadness in Chu Yunsheng's heart had reached an extreme point. Even the right to die was taken away from him!
At this moment, he finally understood the ultimate power of fate. If it wanted you to die, you would not be able to live for one more second; if it didn't want you to die, you would not even have the right to commit suicide!
At this moment, he suddenly realized that being able to commit suicide was also a kind of "happiness".
At this moment, he also laughed. In fact, not only him, even the powerful senior practitioner and the owner of the seven nails could not escape from the fate …
But at the same time, his ice-cold heart was filled with ice-cold rage. For the first time in his life, he rebelled against fate. He raised a sorrowful battle flag — You can control everything in the dark, but you can't take away my final right to end my own life!
He injected his life force into the black vortex, which was still fighting against the suction force of the seven nails. He sneered. One day, all his life force would be used up. At that time, who would be able to stop him from killing himself? Who could stop him? Not even the gods, not even the fates!
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After a long time, he felt that he had reached the point where he couldn't get any older. If he took another step forward, it would be the death that he had been longing for for a long time. At this moment, his eyelids suddenly moved. The feeling of being connected to his flesh and blood suddenly rushed into an unknown space. The five forked lines that had been dead for many years suddenly lit up one by one.
In that instant, in his slow and unhurried consciousness, he sighed softly …
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