Having said that, Jing Jiu continued looking at him in Silence. Shen Yunmai did not think that Jing Jiu was trying to educate him, which was a bad behavior, nor did he think that Jing Jiu would report him to the Military Justice Department. "What are you looking at?" He asked. "You've never seen someone as beautiful as me?"
"The surface of the lake, the mirror, and the surface of the battleship," Jing Jiu answered casually.
These were all objects that could reflect his face.
Shen Yunmai said with slight annoyance, "Then, you must have never seen someone as perfect as me."
"I'm looking at where you hid the flagon," Jing Jiu said with an indifferent expression.
Shen Yunmai was naked at the moment. Apart from the miniature stove tied to his waist, there was not even a leaf on his body. Where did the small flagon come from?
There was only one explanation, and that was that the ascenders had also brought things like spatial artifacts into this universe.
Shen Yunmai smiled faintly and reached out his left earlobe, where there was a silver earring.
The silver earring was small and delicate, so it was not easy to notice.
There was another reason why Jing Jiu had not noticed the uniqueness of the earring in the last few days.
Due to certain reasons, he seldom paid attention to the ears since his rebirth, regardless of whether it was someone else's or his own.
Shen Yunmai said with raised eyebrows, "Look at your big earring … It's still missing a piece. It's not as perfect as mine."
Jing Jiu did not want to pay attention to him.
Seeing that Jing Jiu did not take the wine, Shen Yunmai opened the cork and poured the wine into his mouth.
The gravity on the small planet was very weak, so the wine fell very slowly. It stretched into a smooth curve and fell directly into Shen Yunmai's mouth.
A moment later, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, but it soon disappeared.
Jing Jiu had not done any experiments on this subject, and it was impossible for the clinical data of Shen Yunmai to be found on the Star Zone Network. "Are hallucinogenic drugs useful?" he asked.
Shen Yunmai closed his eyes and shook his head quickly like a puppy after a bath. When he opened his eyes, he had already calmed down. "Suppressing one's consciousness to the lowest level can produce a little effect," he said in a somewhat bored tone.
"It's boring," Jing Jiu said.
If the big mouthful of wine was diluted and made into medicine, it could supply the needs of a holiday planet for a whole year. However, Shen Yunmai only had a slight reaction. He smiled bitterly and said, "This is already the latest and most powerful one. There aren't many things that can stimulate my brain."
Neither the military justice department nor the police department could control him, and these drugs could not harm him. In a sense, he and Jing Jiu were no longer human. Without ideals and goals, there was no meaning in living. They were just like dead salted fish.
This most common description was the most suitable for them.
The dead salted fish did not care about being exposed to the sun, steamed, salted, or eaten, because it did not feel anything.
It was the same for many cultivators.
They had other goals in Chaotian.
If you want to become an immortal as a human, you have to ascend to the heavens even if you were born on earth.
But what if they really succeeded in ascending and reached the sky?
There was no immortal realm here, no higher goal, only a cold and vast universe.
This universe was unimaginably large, as if it had no boundary. It was large enough to dilute all the ambitions and destroy all the goals, including the feelings.
"Many people know that I like those kinds of things. Many people wrote about me on the Internet and even composed songs to sing them, saying that I'm a pioneer of the ancient style … Ah … Ah … Ah your ass! Why do I like those kinds of things? You should have guessed that I'm very interested in your world. "
Shen Yunmai took another mouthful of wine and continued, "It's not an exaggeration to say that I yearn for it. The reason is simple; I have to know where I came from in order to accept where I'm going. As a result, those old guys don't tell me where Chaotian is, because they're afraid that I'll act recklessly. "
Jing Jiu could understand the concern of the Grandmaster and the Immortal Chunyang. If Shen Yunmai went to Chaotian, he would cause a great disturbance, and many people would die. The arrangement of that god would be greatly affected. Yet, Jing Jiu was not as worried as the Grandmaster and the Immortal Chunyang were. It was because Shen Yunmai was smart even though he was crazy.
Jing Jiu pointed to a corner of the universe and said, "Over there."
Shen Yunmai put down the small wine bottle and looked in the direction of Jing Jiu's finger. Finally, he found the dim white permanent star.
Looking at the permanent star, he said after a long moment of silence, "I'd like to go there and have a look."
Jing Jiu said, "If you go there, it'll be hard for you to come out."
Shen Yunmai said expressionlessly, "I've heard them talking about it, but it's illogical and unreasonable."
Jing Jiu said, "It should be the interference of the superimposed waves of reality on the quantum level."
Staring at the distant sun, Shen Yunmai said, "Don't think you can act like a hooligan just because you're naked."
"At least three ascendants have returned to Chaotian from the universe, and they can't ascend a second time. This is why Bai Ren hesitated back then. Your father and the other ascendants like the Immortal Chunyang don't dare go back there or even get close to it. Besides the threat of the Sea of Dark Matter, they are also worried about this issue. "
The non-romantic story about the butterfly and the ocean referred to the same principle.
"The people on the inside can come out, but the people on the outside can't go in; it's because they are the people on the outside once they come out."
Jing Jiu gave a more enigmatic and hooligan reason.
Shen Yunmai turned around and said to Jing Jiu, "You've come out before."
Jing Jiu said, "I'm born as a sword from my spiritual soul, so it's different."
"I can also give up my body." Shen Yunmai said this casually. He was influenced by the spiritual soul when he came to the 857 base for the first time when he was very young, so he gave up his arm. Later, he gave up other parts of his body, including his internal organs. It was not a difficult choice for him to make.
Jing Jiu reminded him, "There's something wrong with your brain."
General Li had also said that Shen Yunmai had something wrong with his brain, but what he said was different from what he meant.
What he meant was that the spiritual soul or awareness of a regular human was attached to the brain. Shen Yunmai could give up his entire body, but he couldn't give up his brain.
No matter what state one's Cultivation state was, even if one was an ascendant fairy man, the Yuanying and the Sword Ghost would dissipate very quickly in heaven and earth after they left their bodies. In a sense, this indirectly proved that the Yuanying, the Sword Ghost and the demonic thoughts were the combination of the spiritual waves. Even if one employed a magic method or a demonic method to help these spiritual waves find a target to possess, it would be a gradual process that couldn't be reversed.
If the spiritual soul could be inherited perfectly, immortality would be a simple matter. As such, Taiping Zhenren wouldn't be in such a hurry to complete his important task.
"We still have to find a way to go there," said Shen Yunmai.
It was dark in the space. The distant white permanent star seemed to be getting closer and clearer in their sight.
Through the flight test, the latest data of the super-particulate nuclear power furnace had been obtained. Before the results of the analysis from the circular base, Jing Jiu had calculated that the miniature furnace could help him travel back and forth between the 857 Planet and the Main Planet ten times in a row if he were to use the space-class armor, and it would be easy for him to return to Chaotian. "We'll think about it later," said Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai continued, "What are you going to do? Stay in the 857 Base and think about how to ignite those permanent stars? Or go back to the Main Planet to find that person and soak in the hot spring? Or go back to the Stargate to look at the oil paintings? "
"Where are you going?" asked Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai said, "I'm the commander of the Central Star Fleet, so I have to go to the frontline. There's something I need to take care of. If everything goes well, I'll be able to see some rare sceneries on my way back. "
"What sceneries?" asked Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai said, "The Heavenly Ruler Galaxy is on the verge of being engulfed."
"I'll go there to have a look," said Jing Jiu.
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…
Although it was a last-minute decision, it was destined that this trip would not be a sudden one.
Jing Jiu was the chief advisor of the military, and Shen Yunmai was the commander of the Central Star Fleet. Their status and importance in the human society were unimaginably high. If they left secretly, it would cause an unimaginable uproar. Even though they wanted to avoid trouble, they had to follow the normal procedure.
The normal procedure didn't mean that they had to wait for the approval. Their authority was so high that nobody had the authority and qualification to approve their trip, including General Li.
The process mentioned here referred to packing and dealing with some matters.
After they returned to the circular base, Jing Jiu told Hua Xi about it and asked her if she wanted to take a look at the super-particulate nuclear power furnace.
Hua Xi looked at him with a strange expression, but she didn't refuse.
She had completed many of the calculations for the nuclear power furnace, and it was her first time seeing it in real life.
Jing Jiu left the room and walked along the passageway of the base, ready to go to the center of the earth to take a look at the starry sky and have a few words with Ceng Ju.
When he passed by a laboratory, he put his hands behind his back.
After a long time, the light outside the window gradually dimmed. Professor Long walked out of the laboratory, ready to take a short rest.
He walked to the window and looked at a black tree outside. He patted the wall next to the window with his right hand and sighed.
The scene, coupled with his sparse hair and broad forehead, gave off a sense of vicissitudes of life.
The wall in the circular base was made of super-strong alloy, which was hard beyond imagination. It was extremely smooth and had close to zero friction. Even a mosquito wouldn't be able to stand steadily on it with a walking stick. It was unknown why his hand didn't slip.
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