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The universe tempered a song and dance into eternity by its endless desire.
This desire had no name in the human world, and it could be ignored.
It didn't matter if he was called Jingyang, Jing Jiu, or Ryan.
It didn't matter if he had ascended to an unknown place or if he was dead. All in all, he hadn't appeared in this world for many years.
Having dealt with the rebellions of the believers on those planets with the female priest of the Stargate, Zong Lizi declined the request to stay on the Main Planet as a priest. She returned to the Stargate Base and started her long vacation.
She didn't stay in the praying hall, nor did she stay in Shou 'er City. Instead, she returned to the apartment in the underground.
According to her request, the black market wasn't shut down, and the gaming parlors weren't attacked. Everything was as usual in the Mingshen Neighborhood, save for the presence of many plain-clothed policemen and surveillance cameras.
After eating the grilled eggplant from the takeaway and carefully drinking half a bottle of ale, she became happy. She took out a rag and began to clean up. She wiped the holographic frame of Goldie on the cabinet clean, and then started to clean the painting.
In the painting was a cluster of golden sunflowers bound by a white cloth stained with blood. It was the famous oil painting of the distant ancient civilization. More importantly, it was not a replica of the painting in the Art Gallery of Shou 'er City, but an authentic one.
She was aware that Jing Jiu cared a great deal about this painting, so she asked for it.
This was the general meaning of "seeing the object and thinking of the person".
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Nobody could see the thoughts of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. It was not because they were expressionless; it was because they went to the 857 Base to cultivate. On the one hand, they wanted to find a way to deal with the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter, and on the other hand, they wanted to cultivate in that desolate city. It was evident that they wanted to find a way to follow Jing Jiu.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Rusui became the first Governor in the history of the Federation of the Milky Way. With the cooperation of the Ran family and the Twirling Rain Company and the support of the military, he had a stable position. But it was meaningless, because it was Qing 'er who was in charge of all the government affairs and management. It seemed that he was no different from when he was the sect master of Aoyama.
Since the young priest had left Hua Xi's body, she wasn't allowed to take over the control of the central computer. She had to go back and forth among the specially manufactured cyborgs, and she would go to the Green Sky Mirror and the Grand Nirvana once in a while. There was a special team responsible for monitoring and managing her. The person in charge of the team was Peng Lang, so one could imagine how much importance he placed on her.
After the real Hua Xi woke up, she was sad for a while because of Jing Jiu's departure, so she returned to Planet Full Moon. With the resources of the Hua family and the support of the authorities of the Federation of the Milky Way, the mining planet that had been closed and underdeveloped suddenly had an unprecedented capability. The mayor of Foggy Mountain was promoted to the chief administrative officer of the planet, and his position was taken over by Ms. Eve.
On the other hand, the other occupant of apartment 720, Unit 1, had gone to a faraway place.
The Snow Girl left the local galaxy and headed toward the cold and desolate deep part of the universe. She chose a different path from Jing Jiu; it was because she didn't need to replenish her energy, and she could survive longer than a civilization.
She didn't inform anybody of her departure, including Peng Lang. All she did was leave a line of words on the highest cliff on Mars: "The universe is very vast; I want to go there and have a look."
Shen Yunmai didn't believe this reason, thinking that the Xue Gie must have gone to the universe to search for the traces of the vanished high-level civilization. However, he didn't think much of it. After changing his body, he returned to his old house and locked himself up in that underground cave. It was said that he was studying some philosophical issues.
Cao Yuan was also doing his research, but the objects he was studying were a bit terrifying. It was because they were essentially two corpses, General Li's and Jing Jiu's, regardless of whether they were the fairy metamorphosis or the remains.
In General Li's coffin was a broken thread of Jing Jiu in the galaxy beyond the fog.
In Jing Jiu's body was some natural worm silk that he sewed for himself by the West Ocean. Though most of the natural worm silk had been used to replenish the Sea Qi, some strands of the natural worm silk were still left in his body, which were exposed when he self-destructed.
Cao Yuan had indeed found a way to repair the All in One Sword with the help of these research subjects. He was working with Tong Yan to plan and see if they could repair the All in One Sword within two hundred years.
Tong Yan and Que Niang were pondering the sequence of lighting up the permanent stars while facing the Go pieces in the sky, assisted by the Saint Ceng Ju. Tong Yan often disturbed Shen Yunmai despite his anger and pondered the possibility of opening up Chaotian with him.
These people formed a perfect closed loop and an outstanding research group.
There was another peculiar combination on the ancestral planet: Ada, the Dead Dog and the Immortal Tan. They had been excavating the ruins of the early human civilization on the ancestral planet, including the tombs; it was because they were all good at this kind of work.
Yuan Qu and Yushan were still sightseeing … They had visited many vacation planets and had a good time there. And they had gotten involved in some illegal businesses because of Shen Yunmai's suggestion. Of course, neither Qing 'er nor Zhuo Rusui were in the mood to deal with these matters.
It was those fairy men of the previous generations who were in trouble.
The Godslaying Grandmaster and the pair of devil men in black insisted that Jing Jiu's soul had dispersed and died, and that he hadn't ascended at all. They had never heard of a world above the world; where could he ascend to?
No matter whether these fairy men of the previous generations intended to avenge the grandmasters of Aoyama or to fight for power, they were indeed troublesome. It was because the Snow Girl and Jing Jiu were not here. No matter how formidable Peng Lang and Zhao Liu were, they couldn't suppress all of them.
The door of the apartment was suddenly knocked on.
Zong Lizi pushed open the door and saw two young girls and a chubby youth. She was taken aback for a moment, and guessed that they should be the new ascendants from Chaotian. "Do you really think my house is the Inn?" she asked helplessly.
A young girl with a cute but unruly expression said sharply, "Mortals, how dare you be so rude!"
"You must be Nan Wang," said Zong Lizi after leading the three of them into the apartment. "Sit wherever you like."
Nan Wang wondered what was going on.
Zong Lizi took out three bottles of wheat wine and handed them over, asking, "Why did you come out?"
Nan Wang said, "Do we need your permission to come out and have a look?"
Zong Lizi suddenly thought of something. She intended to take back the bottles of wheat wine in her hand, but she didn't dare do so. Looking at the delicate and feeble young girl, she asked curiously, "May I ask … are you Miss Bai Zao?"
Bai Zao was taken aback a bit, asking, "Has he … mentioned me to you?"
Zong Lizi thought that that shameless guy had mentioned me to all the people in the Federation of the Milky Way, and she hoped that Zong Lizi wouldn't be angry when she learned about it.
Nan Wang said, "We'll talk about other things later. What's the situation now?"
"He has left," said Zong Lizi.
Nan Wang didn't react much when Jing Jiu returned to Chaotian and bid farewell to him.
Bai Zao got up and walked to the front of the cupboard, looking at the three-dimensional photo frame.
Zong Lizi shot her a glance and told her about this world and the current situation.
Nan Wang picked up the wine bottle and emptied it in one gulp, saying, "I'll deal with those guys."
Zong Lizi thought that he was not strong enough. Even Peng Lang, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui couldn't suppress the immortals of the previous generations, unless Jing Jiu and the Snow Girl suddenly came back.
"Senior Master Zhao, let this disciple do it. Don't tire yourself out."
The youth hadn't spoken a word until now.
Looking at him, Zong Lizi suddenly thought of a possibility. "Ping Yong-Ka?" she exclaimed with a slightly changed expression.
The youth got up and bowed to her, saying, "I'm the Sect Master of Aoyama, Ping Yong-Ka. Greetings, fellow cultivator."
It was then that Bai Zao asked while pointing to the painting of sunflowers on the wall, "Why is this white cloth stained with blood? What is it? "
She didn't know that Jing Jiu had asked her the same question.
Zong Lizi had asked the young priest the same question when she received the painting.
She didn't have an answer.
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On the third day, Jing Jiu knew how to determine his position in the universe.
However, he did not know where he was at this moment because he had already left this universe.
The way to leave was actually very simple.
If he wanted to travel through space, he would have to magnify the perception of his soul infinitely. But if he wanted to leave, he would have to shrink it infinitely.
It was smaller than the most basic particle, smaller than the limit of imagination.
He couldn't feel any force here, and probability didn't exist either. There was only himself.
His perception continued to stretch forward, as if it had turned into a dancing ribbon.
The reason why this ribbon was colored was because of his current thoughts.
The ribbon was like a buoyant force, bringing him "above the front."
This feeling was a little strange, and he didn't really understand why there was a direction.
In order to find out the reason, he let go of his senses and let the ribbons wander as they pleased. Soon, he arrived at an unfamiliar world.
As he continued flying, he saw something that seemed to be the sky.
There was a particularly large figure in the sky.
He was getting closer and closer to the figure.
In the end, he broke through the sky and poked his head out from the surface of the lake.
That figure was himself.
There were many lotus leaves on the surface of the lake, surrounded by a valley. It was the lake he had to pass on his way to the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
It was the place where the Young Master Li had fallen into the lake.
The temporary palace built by the Aoyama Sect here was still there.
It was early in the morning. A drizzle suddenly fell down. Liu Ci left the palace and headed toward the south on a cloud.
The heavy snowfall blocked his way. Yuan Qijing was talking to his disciples with a solemn expression.
Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing had died a long time ago when these palaces were built; but why were they here?
The morning sun suddenly rose, emitting a great deal of heat and light, melting the ice and snow on the road instantly.
Even the water was turned into wisps of smoke by the scorching sun.
Leaning against the cliff's edge, Taiping Zhenren held a bone flute in his hand, looking at Jing Jiu with a smile on his face.
As Jing Jiu arrived at the nunnery, Lian Sanyue said to him while standing under the corridor, "You've come."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" and walked across the small bridge, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, looking at the morning sun.
Here, he didn't have to worry that she would turn into ten thousand rays of morning sunlight in the next moment. It was good.
"You've cultivated hard and ascended, but in the end, you've returned to the old world. Don't you feel tired of this boring repetition?" someone asked suddenly. … …
No one was around the small bridge and the flowing water.
"I'll come back to see you in a few days," Jing Jiu said to Lian Sanyue.
Lian Sanyue agreed and walked to the bridge. She kept looking at the sun in the sky with her hands folded behind her back.
Jing Jiu passed through the meditation room and the round window, arriving by the lake.
The slanting branch was reflected on the surface of the lake.
Sitting on a stone bench by the lake, Jian Xilai was comprehending the sword work while looking at the slanting branch.
He didn't heed Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't heed him either. He walked to the other side of the lake and looked at the person reflected on the surface of the water.
"This is not a repetition."
"Why?"
"It's because this is not the real Chaotian. It's a figment of my imagination."
"Then it's not real."
"It's also real."
This world and the old friends living in it were all the remnants of his awareness.
Now that he lived in his own awareness, heaven and earth and the people were also real.
"They are all dead."
"As long as I'm alive, they are alive, at least they are here."
On the ancestral planet, Shen Aoyama had told him about the imaginations of the early humans.
The ancient humans thought that this world might be a dream of the gods.
Now that he was the god, his will could become the real world.
"Don't you want to talk to Lian Sanyue?"
"No."
"You're really heartless."
"Who are you?"
"I don't know who I am, and I don't even know what I mean."
"If so, why do you care about love?"
"What on earth is love?"
"All the emotions originate from death, like fear. To live, one has to have connections, and the connections are the emotions. To reproduce, there's love and jealousy. Another example is human nature and animal nature. "
"Have you experienced it?"
"I had a mortal friend when I was little. I felt sad for a long time before his grave after his death. From then on, I didn't want to experience it again. As a result, I started to experience many kinds of lives in my belief, including peaceful and joyful ones, exciting ones, tragic ones, comedic ones, bizarre ones, and ordinary ones. But in the end, death is the only outcome."
"Do you think this can help you see the truth of life clearly?"
"You only have one life. You should try your best to live as long as possible."
"But what's the point of living like you?"
This was the question many people had about Jing Jiu.
"Life will come to an end, so it's meaningless. Shen Yunmai would cry bitterly, so we should find some meaning at the moment." He went on, "But if life doesn't come to an end, we should find some meaning first."
"Eternal life is an unproven proposition. All the universes will come to an end, and you are no exception." That person went on, "So you have to learn how to come to an end instead of being devoured by time. This is the real purpose of existence."
"If this is the purpose of existence, why do we need to exist?"
"Eternal life is a cruel thing. That's why those gods who have lived for a long time want to commit suicide."
"The word 'cruel' is coined by the intelligent beings because they are afraid of coming to an end. So your statement is illogical."
"You said to find meaning, but what's the meaning of all this?"
"I want to know the origin of existence, the principles of the universe, and the direction of the world."
"There are infinite universes and infinite principles. How can I understand them all? Someone in your universe once said, 'My life has a limit, and my knowledge has no limit.' Since there is a limit, there will always be a limit. ' Don't you understand? "
Jing Jiu said, "That's why I have to keep on living."
That person said after a moment of silence, "That sounds reasonable. I need to think about it. I won't see you off."
"No need."
Jing Jiu turned around and walked forward.
There was a mass of white light ahead. It was extremely pure, devoid of any impurities or information.
In the next moment, his figure disappeared in the white light.
The Great Path was walking alone.
There was no need to see him off.
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(The Great Path Toward Heaven)
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