"It was the happiest period of the human race since the birth of the ancestral planet. Their lifespan, health, Cultivation in martial arts, gene modification, technological level, social structure, governance, energy sources, and even entertainment were almost perfect. However, it was then that they encountered the Sea of Dark Matter."
Standing by the window, Hua Xi said softly, "If it were the tragic period of war and chaos, or the period when the civilization suffered the first catastrophe and left the ancestral planet, we wouldn't feel sad or sad if we encountered the Sea of Dark Matter or the Hell was destroyed. But why did we encounter the greatest catastrophe during the best period? If there is no reason in the universe, is this our fate? Why are we so unlucky then? "
Jing Jiu said, "Zhao Layue once said that there are many pleasant sounds in the world. The stream water is pleasant to the ears, so we should listen to it; why should we applaud?"
Hua Xi turned around and looked at him expressionlessly, as if she didn't understand why he made such an irrelevant remark.
"The stream water flows by itself and makes a sound when it meets the rocks. Whether it is pleasant or unpleasant, it has nothing to do with us. Neither the stream water nor the rocks intend to let you hear it."
Jing Jiu continued, "By the same logic, the appearance of the Sea of Dark Matter has nothing to do with us when it meets the lifeforms and causes death. The dark forces and the lifeforms affected by it have no emotions, love or hatred, and they don't even have a subjective purpose. They happened to appear in this galaxy."
"This is still fate," said Hua Xi.
Jing Jiu said, "You can say that this is fate, but it's actually a matter of probability. And I've always thought that the humans or the lifeforms are fortunate to have appeared; it's because death and nonexistence are the norm. As such, it's not that the humans are ill-fated even if they are extinct; it's just that they have returned to their normal state. "
After a moment of silence, Hua Xi said, "It's said in a book that there is no such thing as fate but choice. What is your choice then?"
If it were someone else, their first reaction would be: I'm not the leader of the humans; why should I shoulder such a heavy responsibility?
It would drive me crazy to decide the fate of the humans by my own choice …
But Jing Jiu didn't think so. He was fully aware that he was qualified and capable of shouldering this responsibility; the only issue was whether he was willing to do so.
General Li had asked him to come to this planet and see this city. Hua Xi's question was, in fact, a form of expectation or observation.
Inspecting people was something he disliked the most. However, he still decided to answer this question because Hua Xi's attitude was very important to his plan.
Jing Jiu said, "Like that god, I'll try to solve the problem of the Sea of Dark Matter first."
This meant that they were going to fight.
Hua Xi looked into his eyes for a long time and suddenly asked, "After you stay, what will you do with this planet?"
Of course, he was asking about something that happened more than a hundred thousand years ago.
Jing Jiu had already gotten the answer in that city. He said, "If the final result of the mathematical model is like this, I will do the same thing."
Hua Xi turned and looked out of the window.
The wasteland outside the window was still so desolate. Her figure seemed a little lonely, but for some reason, he could feel that her aura had softened.
"Aren't you afraid of death the most?" she continued to ask.
Jing Jiu said, "So we have to solve the problem."
"Didn't you say that silence and non-existence are the norm?"
"The goal of Cultivation is to get out of the norm."
"If the problem of the Sea of Dark Matter can't be solved, will you try to leave?"
"Of course."
"One last question. If you have to sacrifice yourself in exchange for the survival of more people, will you be willing to do it?"
"I won't."
"Why?"
"As long as I'm alive, the humans will be alive."
Hearing Jing Jiu's answer, Hua Xi fell silent for a long time.
The black permanent star had no light, and the sunlight on the circular base was artificial. As a result, the wasteland outside the window looked like the scenery in an oil painting, unreal.
She said in a nostalgic and regretful tone, "If only he had been as bad as you are back then."
Jing Jiu knew whom she referred to. He said sentimentally, "The paths are different, but they are all the same."
"Speaking of the paths, I think of you. Is the life of the Cultivation practitioners really so boring? Don't you listen to music or dance? "
Hua Xi resumed the appearance of an innocent and adorable little girl, as if an aged soul had left her body in an instant.
The scene was truly eerie. Yet, Jing Jiu didn't show any reaction, saying, "Yes, but I don't like it."
Hua Xi widened her eyes and asked while looking at him curiously, "What do you like then? I've just asked them; they have everything here. "
The 857 circular base was the most important secret base in the Federation of the Milky Way. It was heavily guarded and kept a secret. It was hard for the military officers and the researchers to leave this place after they came here. As such, the living facilities here were quite complete. As she said, this place had everything.
Here, one could watch the latest movies, listen to the latest music, and play the latest games from the three gaming companies. Of course, the gaming cabins were of the best quality, and there were all kinds of cultivation equipment. If one had enough privileges, he or she could even enjoy some special things.
"I don't like anything," said Jing Jiu.
Hua Xi looked at him sympathetically, as if she were looking at a good student who was forced by his parents to study every day and didn't have time for entertainment.
When Jing Jiu was still the Immortal Jing Yang, he lived a simple life, and he didn't like dealing with others. In addition, Nan Wang liked drinking alcohol and singing songs after drinking alcohol. As such, Jing Jiu was used to staying behind closed doors in the manor cave. Yet, he still had some things he liked to do at that time, such as hotpot and mahjong.
After he became Jing Jiu, he lost all his five senses. He could only collect information and simulate it by calculating. He had no interest in such things as eating, drinking, and having fun.
He didn't even like playing mahjong because he couldn't feel it. It was like the difference between playing mahjong in reality and playing mahjong in games.
From a certain perspective, he was indeed worthy of sympathy.
When Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, and Gu Qing discovered this, they all wanted to hug him and lift him up because they felt sorry for him.
Jing Jiu didn't think it was something worth feeling sorry for. He didn't mind paying such a small price for his survival. And he didn't like the feeling of being pitied.
He didn't pay any more attention to Hua Xi. He connected to the special network of the circular base and continued reading the materials related to the Sea of Dark Matter.
Hua Xi didn't want to pay any more attention to him. She turned around and led the young officer to the outside of the room, asking, "Is the wine party fun tonight? How about the alcohol? I like the strong alcohol. "
The young officer said, "According to the laws of the Federation, you are not old enough to drink alcohol."
Hua Xi pouted and said, "I'll go dance then."
The young officer said, "According to the analysis of the data, the favorite music of the host of the base is psychedelic rock, which is not suitable for your favorite dance."
Hua Xi halted her steps and said, "Let's find a host who likes the swing dance."
Jing Jiu lifted his head and shot her a glance.
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…
As the data flowed like a waterfall, it was already late at night. The wine party on the 857 base had reached its climax. Even though he was a long distance away from the heavy alloy door, Jing Jiu could hear the increasingly louder cheers. It seemed that Hua Xi's wish had been fulfilled. The songs at the wine party were indeed swaying.
As Jing Jiu was about to shut off his six senses and shield himself from the sounds of the outside world, he suddenly heard a faint sound of something breaking through the air in the night sky.
The alarm on the base didn't sound. The sound of something breaking through the air was quite sharp at first and then abruptly disappeared. It meant that the other party moved at a very high speed, even faster than the combat armors.
Jing Jiu figured out that the person was Shen Yunmai. After some thought, he pushed open the window and flew out.
The sun in this galaxy was very dim. It was nighttime, so the environment was even darker. It was quite conspicuous in this galaxy and other galaxies.
Under the starry sky, the two sword lights left the circular base. It didn't take long for them to arrive in the barren land in the south.
There was no barrier to isolate the cities here. The barren land was truly desolate, devoid of life energy, and covered with black dusts everywhere.
Jing Jiu landed on a high peak, looking at the black field.
The dusts were rolling in the field like a huge dragon.
Shen Yunmai was running.
He didn't fly. Instead, he kept running on the ground of the field, occasionally letting out a few shouts.
There was no purpose or reason for him to run at night.
This black field was the hell of death.
Running in the hell and smelling the smell of death was what he wanted to do.
However, it was something that others didn't dare to do.
As such, his action seemed crazy and incomprehensible to others.
Nobody knew how many dangers were hidden in the black field without a protective shield. They didn't know whether there were Blood Thumbs or spores with residual vitality, or even some monsters.
Standing by the cliff's edge, Jing Jiu watched the scene with appreciation.
It didn't take long before Shen Yunmai ran back from the black field.
The few battleships outside the atmosphere all noticed a straight line on the surface of the earth, which was about seven hundred miles long.
Along with the sound of rolling crushed stones, Shen Yunmai climbed to the peak top. Looking at the starry sky, he took a deep breath of the thin air that smelled of the spores of death and asked, "What are you doing here?"
He combed his hair into a simple Daoist bun and wore a white robe as usual.
After running at night, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his white robe was full of holes, some of which were even a bit scorched. It could be said that he was in rags.
Jing Jiu glanced at him and remarked, "Your robe is not good enough."
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