If sound could be transmitted in the universe, there would be an uproar at this moment.
The ascenders were shocked.
The Aoyama Grand Master was the first human to ascend, and he had an unimaginable position in history, but now he was being mocked by a direct descendant of the Aoyama Sect.
Then, they thought of Jing Jiu's true identity and somewhat understood. After all, he was not a member of the human race.
The Founding Master of Aoyama slowly raised his head, revealing his hideous face under the conical hat. His expression was indifferent, and his emotions did not fluctuate at all because of these words.
Deceiving one's master and destroying one's ancestors was not a part of the Aoyama Sect's historical tradition, but Aoyama disciples did not have the habit of respecting their masters.
At the very least, it had been so since the generation of Taiping Zhenren and Perfected Jingyang.
Jing Jiu's impression of his master, Reverend Chen Zhou, was very vague. He had some feelings for his grandmaster, Reverend Dao Yuan. As for the sect's founder, who was regarded as a god by countless people … his impression of him had always been very poor.
Back in Chaotian, he had told Zhao Layue and the others that the founding grandmasters regarded the All in One Sword as a servant and tool, or even a slave; but he regarded the All in One Sword as a friend and playmate. Therefore, they comprehended a completely different Sword Dao through the same sword.
This was the difference between Daos.
There was nothing much to say since people of different paths could not form an alliance.
He just did not understand why that person would stand on the side of the Founding Master. His gaze pierced through the ice and landed on Hua Xi's still cute but definitely not naive face.
Previously, he told Hua Xi that they were the same kind of people, but Hua Xi said that he was not yet. This was not a sufficient reason.
Hua Xi was very calm, without any fear.
As soon as the Thousand-mile Ice Sealing Formation was dispersed, she would die instantly in this extremely cold and harsh space environment. However, as an observer, she could leave at the speed of light with just a thought. As for this body that was left behind, it was nothing more than a clone that she controlled with the chip at the back of her neck. She did not care at all.
She said, "That day in the suite at Base 857, I asked you a few questions."
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"If the issue of the Sea of Dark Matter can't be resolved, will you try to leave?"
"Of course."
"One last question. If you were asked to sacrifice yourself in exchange for more people's lives, would you be willing?"
"I'm not willing."
"Why?"
"As long as I live, humanity lives."
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Jing Jiu remembered those questions. At that time, he knew that they were part of the inspection.
If the question was asked by General Lee or the Grandmaster of Aoyama, he knew exactly how to answer in order to get high marks or even full marks. However, since she was the one asking the question, he wasn't sure what kind of answer she wanted to hear, so he directly said what he really thought. He felt that the entire human race didn't understand him, but she could.
Hua Xi looked at him and said, "You say that you are alive means that humans are alive — the problem is that humans don't think so."
Jing Jiu said calmly, "In a sense, I am a human."
Of course, this sentence had a premise. It was a description of a specific situation at a specific time, but no matter what, it was extremely unimaginable for a person to actually say such a thing. This was already beyond the scope of self-confidence and narcissism, and could easily be seen as madness.
Be it the intelligent life behind Hua Xi or the deceased god, none of them had ever been so self-assured.
Everybody who heard this was stunned speechless. General Lee raised his eyebrows, his red cloak fluttering without the aid of the wind; but the Grandmaster of Aoyama was as nonchalant as before.
After a moment of silence, Hua Xi said, "Schiller wrote about an emperor in a history book. I'm not sure if that emperor is a real existence until now, but I remember something that the emperor said very clearly. He said, 'I am the state.' It looks like you are even more arrogant than he was. "
Jing Jiu said, "I don't know if that emperor died a violent death or was humiliated, but I believe that he must have thought so when he said it."
Hua Xi said, "To prove this statement, you have to defeat the entire human civilization."
"It's not necessary," said Jing Jiu. "Even so, you don't have the right to participate in this war."
"You are the weapon left by him. Destroying the Sea of Dark Matter and finding the true hope for the humans is his last wish."
Hua Xi continued, "His wish is above everything else; so I have to help him."
The "he" in this sentence was naturally referring to that god.
"The god is dead." Jing Jiu went on expressionlessly, "Your computer should have been turned off by him at the time; how could you know what he was thinking?"
Hua Xi didn't expect him to predict the situation before the destruction of the distant ancient civilization; she was speechless.
"When I picked you up tens of thousands of years ago, I sensed the will of god."
The voice of the Grandmaster of Aoyama echoed in the space. "You are the hope he left for the human race. I've obtained this hope and become the first human to leave Chaotian. As such, I have the responsibility to keep this hope alive."
This sentence sounded very touching and even a little romantic.
In other words, the All in One Sword had to be held in his hand forever; Jing Jiu had no chance of escaping.
As the conversation was going on, the information of the entire human civilization was still impacting Jing Jiu's spiritual world. The program of the "Inherited Heaven Sword" was on the verge of being written. Jing Jiu's consciousness grew a bit muddled, and his mind grew dizzier. He vaguely thought of one thing. The severe injury of Shen Yunmai and the possible death of him were all decided by the Grandmaster of Aoyama, whether it was for the sake of the probability collapse or to lure him into the sheath. As such, a certain question seemed to have been answered.
The terrorist who called herself the Queen of the Dark Night was adopted by an old man at a young age, and the leader of that organization was an old man …
"You're the Qiming Man," Jing Jiu said to the Grandmaster of Aoyama.
"That's right," the Grandmaster of Aoyama replied.
Jing Jiu said, "You're not only ugly, but you also don't know how to give names. Cocoon Breaker, Butterfly, Qiming Man … Are you going to write a teenage mystery novel?"
The Grandmaster of Aoyama didn't get angry, as he said, "Chaotian is not a laboratory, and we're not the experimental subjects, but the chosen ones of god. We have the ability and the responsibility."
The Qiming Man, the founder of a new human civilization, was the self-recognition of the Grandmaster of Aoyama, General Li and the others.
This kind of recognition was very responsible and honorable, and there was nothing wrong with it. The only problem was Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu wanted to represent the humans, but the humans didn't agree.
He didn't agree with the humans' desire to represent Jing Jiu either.
And he didn't think the Grandmaster's recognition was correct either.
In his opinion, the one who could take the responsibility of starting a new civilization, or who was qualified to be the Qiming Man, depended on one thing.
"It's easy to solve this problem," he said. "The one who is alive is the one who is right."
The Grandmaster of Aoyama was truly powerful, especially his spiritual awareness, which could reach across the Milky Way and envelop the stars as if it were real. He was much more powerful than the Snow Girl in her heyday. However, he had ascended tens of thousands of years ago and left Chaotian. After a long period of time, he had become an old man, and his body had already withered.
As long as he was found and his fairy body was destroyed, his spiritual awareness would be destroyed, and the debate would be over.
There were many stars in many galaxies. If those stars were extinguished, they would have to change their names.
If the Grandmaster died, how could they use the Inherited Heaven Sword to control Jing Jiu and start a new civilization?
The struggle for the path toward heaven was as simple as this. If one looked at the end, the struggle had always been about the same thing.
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If it were any other time, the Immortal Tan would be more excited when he set foot on the patch of the ocean, and he might even go against his usual habit and write a sad poem.
This was the ancestral planet.
This reason alone was enough to arouse everyone's interest in writing a poem.
The "everyone" referred to those who had read the poem.
The blue ocean was like this. It turned out that this was the meaning of cold or dark green.
The blue sky was like this. It turned out that this was the meaning of blue and transparent.
The mountains on the coastline were as green as ever, and the sandy beach on the island was as white as silver. Everything was so beautiful, perfectly fitting the distant ancient memory of the collective unconscious of the humans.
The small boat traveled forward while breaking through the waves. It didn't take long for it to arrive at the small island.
The Immortal Tan and the young man of the cyborg disembarked the boat and landed on the shore.
There were countless peach trees on the island, the flowers blooming like fire, covering half of the volcano in the distance. After passing through the forest, the two of them arrived at the deep end of the small island, ignoring the snow-like flower petals falling on them. They passed through a passageway full of formations and laser weapons and arrived by the hot spring in the deepest part of the island.
There was nobody by the hot spring, no wine cups, no chessboard, and no one was playing chess.
"Wow, what a surprise."
The Immortal Tan said this with a bitter expression while rubbing his oily forehead.
The biochemical officer used the rays in his eyes to check the surroundings, saying, "There should be the so-called formation you people have mentioned."
The Immortal Tan remarked sentimentally, "Why are you still pretending at the moment? Do you think that we, who are from Chaotian, don't know how to act? "
No sooner had he said this than countless bright light beams shot out from all directions and landed on him. Crack!!!
The Immortal Tan was broken into countless pieces along with a cracking sound.
The eyes of the biochemical officer became exceedingly bright; it was not because he was excited, but because he was "really" scanning the surroundings.
He didn't see any traces of immortal Qi, nor did he see any traces of living beings. This meant that … no real life had died here just now.
All of a sudden, a tiny light speck started burning with a boom, instantly evaporating the hot spring in the pond and turning the salty water into white fog.
In the fog.
The face of the biochemical officer changed shape visibly, and then the skin peeled off, exposing the super alloy bones underneath.
But the abnormality didn't end there.
Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the alloy.
Pah!!!
The biochemical officer was shattered into countless tiny particles, and the whole manor cave was riddled with holes. A few lines of amulets flashed in the fog and then disappeared.
There was another light smack.
A pair of common elastic shoes landed on the dust-like dust.
The surface of the planet was full of craters and the radial traces left by the violent nuclear explosions.
Standing by a broken flag, the Immortal Tan looked at the blue planet in the night sky, his mind full of complicated emotions.
Was that the hometown of the humans?
Why did it feel so monotonous and lonely?
There were many crustaceans in the blue salty water, and many mollusks in the green forest, but nothing else could be seen.
It turned out that the other party had prepared for this. The Immortal Jingyang would be in trouble then … Where should he hide?
He suddenly sensed something and looked at the deep part of the universe.
There was a sun there.
A golden planet flew past the surface of the sun. It was extremely tiny, looking like a shooting spark.
The Immortal Tan looked in that direction silently, his broad forehead reflecting the sunlight, looking exceptionally bright.
All of a sudden, he took out a Rubik's cube from his sleeve and unraveled it as quickly as he could. He took out a small, toy-like bell and flicked it casually with his finger.
The bell rang slowly.
The light speck on the surface of the ancestral planet started to burn.
In the meantime, a terrifying flame shot out from the permanent star, swallowing the golden planet instantly.
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