Mr. Long, Tang Feng, and the others encountered countless things on their journey.
Not only did they meet different people and different things, but they also traveled to different doors and experienced different civilizations. There were many things in their imagination and many things that they couldn't imagine. Even if they experienced it personally, they still couldn't imagine that they were in such an environment.
At the same time, they were very confident in their own strength.
However.
After traveling again and again, they slowly returned to their normal state of mind. They didn't feel that they were weak or strong. They belonged to a group of ordinary travelers in the Wall of Doors. They had seen groups weaker than them and groups stronger than them. They had even seen strong people that they couldn't imagine. In any case, everyone was traveling in the same way. No one wanted to do anything special.
In the past.
There were also some schemers in the Wall of Doors who planned to form a hegemonic organization. At a certain stage, they also had a certain scale of power that could threaten other anonymous travelers. They even planned to set special rules, such as classifying the travelers' strength into First Door, Second Door, and Third Door.
They used the "classification" as a standard. This was nothing.
However, they tried to set up a self-made system to make everyone follow their way of doing things. Moreover, they planned to charge a certain amount of money from other people. At that moment, things changed.
There was one person.
No.
It was rumored that it was a child, a child who came out of a certain door. He easily disbanded the organization.
The way to disband it … was to erase all traces of its existence!
A little.
He erased what he said before: Ordinary people needed to be united and led. This was natural choice and progress. The weak needed someone to protect them and standard rules. This was also natural evolution and transformation. However, the Wall of Doors didn't need rules imposed by others. Whether you took or shared, it was your choice. You didn't need others to make the choice for you.
People could understand these words.
The child wanted to say that when you were young, you needed others to guide you. When you were young, you could make your own choice.
So.
Everyone understood that no one forced anyone to do anything in the Wall of Doors. There was only simple learning or not learning.
No matter what.
Ever since the appearance and disappearance of such an organization, people realized the terror of the Wall of Doors. In this place, you might think that you're awesome and that you're awesome just because you've allied with a group of people. But in reality, it's just an arrogant and conceited thought. Here, there are countless powerful existences that you can't even imagine. In their eyes, the things that you deliberately planned to do might be as childish as a child playing with sand.
Mr. Long, Tang Feng, and the others didn't want to cause any trouble.
In their eyes, that kind of organization was more like 'they couldn't improve themselves', so they might as well set up a rule to restrict everyone's progress. On the other hand, if you still had a goal, you wouldn't stop at all. You wouldn't bother to pay attention to the others.
The Wall of Doors had no apex.
Therefore, those who truly had a goal would not stop.
As time passed.
As more and more things were shared, the Wall of Doors became more and more lively. Mr. Long and Tang Feng's team was the largest, with hundreds of people. However, they gradually understood one thing: there was no such thing as an eternal team, only an eternal pursuit.
Mr. Long and Tang Feng stayed the longest, and they saw the most.
They knew very well that some team members didn't 'disappear', but that the path they pursued was different and they left everyone's memories. It was like a train in the ordinary world. You would occasionally sit with someone and even have a good chat with them. However, after parting, you would slowly forget this person whose name you didn't even know. Perhaps you would still remember in a short period of time. However, as time passed, you would eventually forget.
You didn't have to choose to forget the people in your team.
When they chose to leave and look for something else, you would naturally slowly forget this person. Different paths, different worlds, and different memories. Perhaps, this was like Chan Jiu's fist that you were afraid of. You didn't need to make your own judgment and choice. It could 'passively' complete this step.
Slowly.
Mr. Long and Tang Feng were left with a pile of thousands of nameplates.
They still remembered that these were all their former companions.
Some people stopped.
Some people changed their direction.
Some people walked in front of them, and they couldn't keep up.
No matter what.
Mr. Long and Tang Feng were always side by side as they walked into an unknown future together. Vaguely, they felt that their identities had changed. They evolved from two seekers to two chroniclers. Originally, they were searching for the power and truth of the Wall of Doors. Slowly, they became fond of recording what happened along the way, as if it was more interesting than cultivation.
Perhaps it was because of this change in thinking that they slowly distanced themselves from their teammates.
Their pursuits were different.
Their paths were naturally different.
"Hello, nice to meet you. Excuse me, are you Long and Tang Feng? "On a normal day, a stranger took the initiative to come to them.
This stranger was a little different.
He was very young.
He was so young that … he looked like a child less than ten years old.
At this moment, for some reason, Mr. Long and Tang Feng had an indescribable sense of fear. It was as if they didn't want to face this child. At the same time, they instantly thought of a person: a child who destroyed an organization in the Wall of Doors.
He was holding a big book in his hand.
He was sitting on a long wooden spear.
He looked like a child.
He sounded like a boy.
They couldn't sense the mysterious aura that was strong or weak, as well as a sense of fear.
"Yes, I'm Long. His name is Tang Feng. May I ask who you are? Why are you looking for us? "Mr. Long forced himself to respond. There was a kind of fear in his heart that he couldn't get rid of. He recalled what he had seen, heard, and thought of the top tyrants, but there didn't seem to be such a terrifying person.
"Am I very scary?"
"No, not at all …"
"It's not me that's scary, it's them." The child pointed at the book, then pointed at the wooden spear he was sitting on, and then said, "They're not like normal life. They don't know how to disguise themselves. Like me, I've put away all my pressure. So, I don't care about them. Right, let's talk business. I have something to ask you. "
"Please go ahead." When Mr. Long heard that, he thought, 'You're still the same. You're also a monster … a monster who hides himself.'
"I heard that you're making records. It seems that you've been to a place called the Endless Void?"
"Yes. Not only that, Tang Feng is from there. "
"Oh, that's good. Can you tell me the space-time beacon there? "the child asked.
"It's not that we can't, but we need a normal reason."
"Why?"
"There's no reason that's too important. Sometimes, some people will take the initiative to tell us some places and things. We usually choose to record and keep it a secret. We don't know if anyone will have any ill intentions, but our records won't be announced casually. Most of the time, we just record, or share with some people who can't find their 'home'. "Mr. Long had actually expressed his refusal.
"You're not afraid of me?" The child suddenly laughed.
"Yes."
"Then why don't you say it?"
"Choose. We don't plan to announce it casually, so it's always been like this. "Mr. Long tried his best not to panic, and also expected that he might have to fight.
Or even.
He might die here.
Tang Feng, who was next to him, felt the same, because the child in front of him was too scary, so scary that he didn't even know what he was afraid of. Thinking back, the only people he had ever felt 'fear' were Chan Jiu, or Åling and the scarecrow who appeared later. However, the feeling at that time was still different. At that time, he knew who he was afraid of, and what he was afraid of.
Now, he didn't know.
However, he couldn't stop the fear in his heart.
"I'll exchange information with you, how about that?" Surprisingly, the child didn't attack directly.
"No, thank you."
"You're thinking that you know a lot of things and don't need to exchange anything with me, right?"
"This …"
"You also know that it's easier for me to kill you than to kill an ant, right?"
"…"
"In fact, I don't even need you to answer at all. I can completely imprison you, and then directly extract information from you. You know that, don't you? Why do you still insist on not saying anything? "The child laughed again, and it was a little scary.
"It's just a choice," Mr. Long and Tang Feng replied at the same time.
"You're not going to change?"
"No."
"Well … very good. I'm starting to believe that you are indeed two qualified record takers. To tell you the truth, I've killed many record takers, and they 'changed'. Because they were afraid, they gave up their original persistence, so I turned them into ordinary people and let them learn again. "
Hearing this.
For some reason, Tang Feng suddenly thought of vitality.
Once, that guy was also like a 'child'.
"Are you thinking of someone? Is it someone like me? "The child turned to look at Tang Feng, and seemed to be very sensitive.
"Vitality."
"Oh, what person?"
"Vitality is …" Tang Feng did not hide and slowly explained the origin of vitality.
Except for the difference in strength.
The level was even lower.
To be honest, vitality's initial behavior was indeed like this child's, as if it would prank you if it was not pleasing to the eye.
But.
When the child heard Tang Feng's' story ', he suddenly chuckled.
Tang Feng and Mr. Long were both curious.
Was there anything funny about this story?
"Chan Jiu … Chuckle … Åling and the scarecrow … Chuckle, do you think so? And the eighth implementer … Chuckle … Well, I understand, I should understand you. After all, chuckle, your knowledge is so little, chuckle … "As if he had heard something funny, the child kept laughing.
At this moment.
Tang Feng and Mr. Long both heard that something was wrong.
After a while.
The child stopped laughing, and the first sentence was, "You all know the eighth person, he's called the eighth implementer. And you, Tang Feng, you're a small implementer, an existence of a lower level, right? "
"Is there a problem?"
"Well … Chuckle, no, you can call me that. But I want to ask, do you know the twelfth implementer and the thirteenth implementer? "
"What? We don't know. "Tang Feng and Mr. Long were both confused.
This question was too strange.
If there was any change in the eighth implementer, the child should have asked the ninth implementer, why did it suddenly become the twelfth or the thirteenth?
But the next action.
They were stunned.
The child slowly stretched out his two chubby little hands, pointing at the 'book' in front of him and the 'wooden spear' under him. There was a playful childlike expression on his face. At this moment, he did not need to say the answer himself. Tang Feng and Mr. Long had already guessed it.
The book was the twelfth implementer … or the thirteenth.
The wooden spear was the other.
"The eighth implementer is called 'fate', it's just a forbidden spell," the child said again, shocking Tang Feng and Mr. Long again.
At this moment, they almost could not think.
The child's meaning was obvious.
No.
That was not a hominoid.
The eighth implementer was just a 'spell'.
"Small implementers, implementers, and great implementers. There may be more special primitive implementers above them. You, Tang Feng, are a small implementer. They, they are the twelfth and thirteenth implementers. To be able to be called implementers is probably considered to be complete to a certain extent. However, great implementers need to be at a higher level. This is an area that I don't understand for the time being. The people you mentioned before, such as Chan Jiu, Åling, and the scarecrow, they are all 'not here'. "
"What does' not here 'mean?"
"It means that even I can't find them. You're so weak. If you say that you've seen them, then it must be fake. "
"…"
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