The Lunaette hovering above the Earth began to reflect a faint white light at night, like a huge artificial celestial body.
It had been a long time since the moon changed from a ball to a big pancake.
Once upon a time, many people thought that it was difficult for them to accept it.
Those beautiful ancient poems that sang the praises of the moon had really become a masterpiece. As for the moon, it had officially entered the museum of human history.
However, as time passed, many people realized that it was just that.
As long as they could still live, what did it matter if the moon disappeared or not?
After all, this was not the peaceful era of the past, but an era of mystery. No matter how beautiful art was, it had to give way to survival, and no matter how beautiful the scenery, it had to give way to the belly. In the face of survival, the most important thing was.
At this time, on the Lunaette, there were two mysterious figures in black and white having a conversation.
The black figure shook his head and said, "Your chess piece has failed."
"As expected." The white figure did not look disappointed.
"It's a pity that the Heart Cleansing Pearl made by the Saint." The black figure was a little regretful.
They took the risk to come down and work for the Saint. Although they did not have to worry about their lives, they were tainted with disasters in the future. For example, the God of Plagues had a life and death feud with many human powerhouses.
The items given by the Saint were all life-saving.
The white figure said lightly, "I only gave him a projection."
"I see. No wonder you're so generous. Hehe, you've lied to another person. "The black figure shook his head.
"No, I didn't. I just didn't tell him that he would only be given the true body of the pearl after he successfully converged. "The white figure did not admit to this.
The black figure sneered and said, "Hmph, these ignorant mortals, do they really think that the Heavenly Axiom is so easy to touch? Before we became gods, how many trials and tribulations did we go through, how much suffering did we go through, how many emotions and desires did we sever, and how many difficulties did we endure? They only cultivated for a few years, and they dared to dream of this thing. What wishful thinking. "
"This is their weakness, but it is also their strength. It is precisely because of this that they were able to create such a vibrant world with just a few thousand years of civilization. They have unlimited potential and an immeasurable future. It is a pity that they can only go so far."
There was a hint of regret in the white figure's voice.
"In any case, we've finally figured out a little about the Heavenly Axiom of this world. It seems like it's not to be trifled with. If we were to fight it head-on and it unleashes all of its power, I'm afraid that only a few saints would be able to come out unscathed. Even if you and I were to descend to the mortal world, we'd definitely not be its match after being severely injured by the Upper Realm's Nirvana. Fortunately, the Saint had already made arrangements, which prevented the Heavenly Dao from operating as it pleased. "
"Right now, the only ones who can move the Heavenly Dao are the locals. We can't do it. As long as we come into direct contact with it, we'll attract its most violent counterattack. Hook has actually found the way to success just now. Now, he only needs a local whose mental state is strong enough to be comparable to a deity, or at least an Innate Great God. "
"There's one person who should be able to do it, but he's an opponent of the gods. I always feel that the saints should use a vigorous effort to kill him instead of keeping him alive. That would definitely become a great calamity. You know who I'm talking about. "The black figure deliberately did not mention the other party's name.
"The Saint's schemes are unparalleled, it won't be that simple. If they don't want to kill someone, then that person must still be playing a key historical point, and they must pass this point before they can get rid of him. This is the so-called Path of the Saint. "The white figure said lightly.
The black figure heard this and said angrily, "Hmph, when that time comes, I'm afraid I'll also be the target of their sacrifice. Although the gods have long lives, except for a few Innate Great Gods, there are very few who can survive the five million years of tribulations. We all know the reason behind this, but no one dares to resist. Because everyone knows that resistance is meaningless. It's better to let nature take its course, and there's still a chance for reincarnation. "
"There's nothing we can do about it. The Saints want to delay the Nirvana of the Heavens and Earth, they have no choice but to do so. They're not targeting any particular god." The white figure tried to explain.
"Hmph, if they're willing to sacrifice themselves, just one of them will be enough for the Upper Realm to continue for at least a hundred million years. Don't the Saints always claim to be selfless and follow the Heavens? Then why don't they dare to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the Heavens and Earth to prolong their lives? "The black figure said coldly.
When the white figure heard this, he immediately stopped talking, but his expression was solemn.
Other interests were trivial, such as orthodoxy and pride. If they lost, they lost. They could just play another game of chess. However, when it came to their own existence, how could they give in?
In the Upper Realm, the Saints were the biggest picture. Only others would sacrifice themselves for the sake of the bigger picture. If they were to sacrifice themselves, the bigger picture would not exist.
As a Congenital God, the Moon Goddess understood this very well. She was a disciple of a Saint, and she was even a direct disciple, so she understood her Master's intentions the best.
For other things, going against the Saint's intentions was not a big deal. The Saint would not hold it against you. After all, in the blink of an eye, you could be washed away by time.
However, if they were to go against the Saint's wishes on a major matter that concerned their own existence, the result would be the immediate destruction of their souls, and there would be no chance of survival.
The God of Plagues was currently in another realm, which was why he dared to speak such nonsense. After all, the Saints would not be able to sense it unless he went back to report it.
However, he would not be the bad guy. After all, the gods had long complained about this matter.
If he was still in the Upper Realm, he would not dare to say a word. At this moment, being able to say a word was already a great satisfaction and venting.
The white silhouette did not argue any further. This was the truth. The way of nature was to sacrifice the weak to help the strong. The Saints' actions were actually following the will of the heavens.
However, as the eliminated party, who would be willing? Even if the gods could see through everything, they still could not face it calmly.
After all, if they were not sacrificed by the Saints, they could have lived for billions of years.
However, there was no other way. There were only so many Saints in the Upper Realm, and they had long been occupied by others. Unless they made a mistake, how could the latecomers have the chance to take over?
This was the truth that the Saints wanted to maintain the Upper Realm as a pool of stagnant water. Only when there was no change, there would be stability.
However, she would naturally not say this to anyone.
Although others could see it, such as Vigilante A, he vaguely understood this point.
It was not that the people of the Upper Realm were stupid. They were still going in circles for tens of thousands of years. It was the people at the top who prevented them from being smart.
The people of Earth were both sad and happy. They were sad because no matter how outstanding they were, they could not live forever. They were happy because they still had this possibility in the future. Moreover, there was no one at the top to suppress them. Every individual had the possibility to take over.
The white silhouette did not answer. The black silhouette also knew that he had said something inappropriate. However, he had suppressed these words in his heart for too long, and it had become an obsession.
Now that he had said it, he felt a sense of relief.
As for the improvement of his cultivation base, that was impossible. He was just a clone that could be sacrificed at any time. There was no such way to improve.
He then said, "Let's not talk about this for now. The future is long. This universe is incomparably vast, and it may not be the Saints who are in charge. Everyone can rely on their own means. You mentioned earlier that you wanted to find someone with a strong state of mind. I have an idea, but I hope that the Moon Goddess can help me in the future. "
"If it's successful, there will naturally be a reward." The white silhouette's tone was filled with surprise.
"I've been studying the technology of the humans recently and found a shortcut." The black silhouette said rather proudly.
The white silhouette exclaimed, "I didn't expect the God of Plagues to be like a fish in water after descending to the Lower Realm. This is really unexpected. Please tell me quickly. If we can control the Heavenly Axiom of this realm, it will be very important to us."
"I'll tell you now." The God of Plagues smiled.
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