The Scorching-Sun Battleship glided slowly toward the dark universe in the distance, and gradually disappeared from sight.
The afterglow of the plasma cannon still lingered where the ship's bow had disappeared. The white plasma was slowly dissipating, and the three figures inside were getting clearer and clearer.
Jing Jiu looked into the distance.
The black warship was disintegrating.
An extremely bright sword light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Millions of kilometers away, in the debris of the warship that had turned into a garbage dump with dead bodies floating everywhere, a sword aura suddenly appeared.
There was a light click, as if a match had rubbed against a piece of paper, giving birth to a flame.
An explosion erupted in the warship ruins, as if a small sun was born. These were traces of immortal energy eruption, indicating that an ascender had officially died.
The flames set the wreckage ablaze.
This reminded him of the scene he had seen many years ago when he first ascended.
He had told Zhao Layue and Lian Sanyue about the scene; it was because he was truly shocked at the time.
Tens of thousands of burning flying swords streaked across the universe.
If this was a civilization, how amazing would it be?
Later on, he ascended again and entered this civilization. When he found out that those burning flying swords were actually battleships, he had long since become indifferent.
Everything was his sword.
Battleships were also swords.
Killing Daoist Chi Song back then was a little difficult because Daoist Chi Song's realm was too high, and he was not used to fighting in such a vast universe. Therefore, he needed the Immortal Qi provided by the nuclear bomb as a source of energy.
Through his studies in the 857 Base and his calculations in the storeroom of the Scorching-Sun Battleship, he had finally found his own sword work in this universe. In other words, he had left his sword work in this universe.
He turned all the weapons in the warship into his own sword, and then condensed them into one.
He knew who the ascender he killed was.
When General Li met him in the Museum of Modern Art on the Antarctic ice sheet, there were three ascendants secretly preparing. If the two sides did not reach an agreement, there would be a war.
At that time, Saint Ceng Ju was playing games in the laboratory of the Alliance Academy of Science. The stone man of Mount Chen Wu was hidden at the bottom of the planet's crater. There was also a person on the battleship who was ready to press a red button at any time. Now that he thought about it, the red button activated the plasma cannon.
Master Mi was the first generation ascender of Dongyi Dao. His realm was very high and his strength was very strong.
Well …
He flew back to the ice.
Under the afterglow of the plasma, the hexahedron of ice looked like a perfect diamond, sparkling.
The Thousand-mile Ice Sealing Formation was indeed the most powerful formation that Taiping Zhenren had mastered, as it had been able to imprison Taiping Zhenren in the Sword Jail for hundreds of years. It had not been broken under the bombardment of the plasma cannons, but had become much thinner.
Hua Xi floated over and looked at him in Silence through the transparent ice.
He dipped his hand into the ice.
Hua Xi hung the black backpack on his hand.
He took out the black backpack, put on the clothes, and fastened the nuclear power furnace. He was about to turn around and kill Jian Xilai.
It was true that he had no way of controlling things millions of kilometers away.
There were many ascenders in those battleships, and there was also an aura that he did not like — the smell of the gravitational field.
He had to leave.
A part of his spiritual awareness was still in the spiritual world of Jian Xilai. If he wished to leave this place without leaving any trouble, it was the simplest way to do so.
Jian Xilai knew what he was going to do. He closed his eyes calmly.
Of course, he wasn't going to stretch out his neck to be chopped off.
In the next moment, he opened his eyes.
Jing Jiu saw the sparks of the plasma in his eyes, the wilderness in the sparks, the river and the people on both sides of the river.
The Sword of Twelve Storey Building was still in his body.
One could pick up the stars from a tall building, and one could kill the fairies with a horizontal move.
On the other side of the river, the young Daoist priest was gliding over. His red Daoist robe was very eye-catching.
A glow suddenly appeared in the real universe, and the scattered particles were ejected backward, looking like a tail or a comet.
It was the glow of the nuclear power furnace.
A streak of red appeared in the dark universe.
It was the red cloak.
The embers of the plasma cannons had gradually dissipated, and the flames of the burning battleship in the distance had also died out.
The permanent star in the galaxy beyond the fog emitted a faint glow, illuminating the hexahedron of ice and Hua Xi's face.
Looking out from the ice with one's back to the permanent star, the universe was so dark and deathly silent that it looked like a graveyard, but it was more empty and desolate than any graveyard. As a result, it made one feel even more helpless and sad.
The little girl tilted her head and looked at Jing Jiu, General Li and Jian Xilai, seeming to be observing something with a puzzled expression.
This was indeed a puzzling matter. It seemed that some misunderstandings between Jing Jiu and General Li had been resolved after their meeting on the ice sheet in the south pole; as a result, the trip to the 857 Base was possible.
Why did the two sides suddenly break up again?
Everything needed a reason. Even if it was a gang fight between two sects in the Jianghu, it had to be because of a shop or the right to fish.
For figures like them, what kind of things could cause a dispute?
Was it because Jian Xilai was imprinted with an ideological brand?
Was it because Jing Jiu didn't want to accept the style of the Aoyama Sect?
Was it because of the conflict of ideas?
No, it was not that simple.
The Aoyama Sect had never cared about freedom and equality, not to mention Jing Jiu.
Jian Xilai didn't respond. He knew the inside story.
The ascenders on the battleships remained silent.
The entire universe was waiting for the answer to be revealed.
"I told you by the river that humans need to survive, so I can't give you freedom. That means you can leave at any time."
General Li looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Because you are the only hope of mankind."
What did that mean?
Why was Jing Jiu the only hope of mankind?
Was it because his cultivation had embarked on a completely different path? Or was it evolution?
Was it because his computing power could help humans figure out the star-igniting plan?
Jian Xilai said earnestly while staring into his eyes, "You are the weapon left by the distant ancient civilization. Only you can ignite the permanent star and wipe out the Sea of Dark Matter."
The quantum communication system between the battleships was silent. There was not even any background noise.
The universe was also quiet.
The ascenders and the universe were shocked speechless by this answer.
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The weapon of the permanent star level was a weapon that could utilize the energy of the whole permanent star or destroy it.
The star-igniting plan was the most practical method to wipe out the Sea of Dark Matter, because the god of the distant ancient civilization had succeeded in doing so. However, there were two unsolvable problems: how to ignite the permanent stars and what kind of weapon should be used to ignite the permanent stars.
There was a rumor in the Federation of the Milky Way that the military had already developed the weapon a long time ago; but this rumor was false.
Jing Jiu had asked Shen Yunmai what kind of weapon it was after seeing the dreadful scene on the surface of the 857 planet.
He had asked Ceng Ju what kind of weapon it was when he saw the patch of starry sky under the 857 planet and heard about the star-igniting plan for the first time.
He had asked Hua Xi the same question.
He had asked himself the same question in the storage room of the Scorching-Sun Battleship when he was faced with hundreds of millions of black and white Go pieces.
Many people had searched for the answer, and it turned out that he was the answer.
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…
Dozens of ascendants stood by the windows of the battleship, stunned speechless while looking at the asteroid belt in the distance where the residual plasma glows were still visible.
After learning that the Immortal Jingyang had ascended and come to the Federation of the Milky Way, they all went to read the book titled "The Path Toward Heaven". A few of them were even loyal users of the game.
It was stated clearly in the book that the Immortal Jingyang was an unparalleled genius who had been reborn as a sword, and his body was the most powerful fairy sword of the Aoyama Sect.
Unexpectedly, the All in One Sword was a weapon left by a god of the previous generation that could ignite the permanent stars.
Jing Jiu was quite calm; it was because he had vaguely guessed or predicted this, and he had heard what the young Daoist said in the spiritual world of Jian Xilai.
If they wished to carry out the plan to ignite the permanent stars and wipe out the Sea of Dark Matter, General Li and the human civilization had to hold him in their hands.
In a sense, no, in other senses, he was indeed the hope of the humans.
In history, those who had been placed such a high hope on had no freedom.
It was because it was the responsibility of the hope of the humans.
But, was he willing to bear this responsibility?
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"If the humans need you to sacrifice yourself one day, will you be willing to do so?"
Asked General Li while looking at him.
It seemed that the entire human race was asking him this question.
"Of course not," replied Jing Jiu without any hesitation or mental struggle.
Since he was a man of few words, he added the word "of course" to express his attitude.
General Li knew the answer.
This was the origin of today's war.
"If I were you, you wouldn't let me go either," said Jian Xilai.
"Nonsense," snapped Jing Jiu.
It was true that it was nonsense in his eyes.
If Jian Xilai were the weapon of the permanent star state that could avert the catastrophe of the humans, he wouldn't let Jian Xilai go.
Yet, the problem was that the weapon was him, not somebody else.
Jian Xilai said, "If I were you, I would be willing to sacrifice myself for the humans."
"So would I," said General Li calmly.
Many of the ascendants on the battleships would choose to sacrifice themselves for the human civilization.
It was because it was the most magnificent and magnificent cause, and it was a great act that could make one a god.
"I can understand and appreciate the fact that the lives that are destined to end prematurely for the sake of some beautiful things, but I won't accept it."
Jing Jiu made his declaration to the whole universe while looking at those battleships and the permanent stars in the distance.
"It's because my existence is more magnificent, magnificent and magnificent than any other cause."
(End of this chapter)
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