Seeing this scene, the old man revealed a sad expression.
Tong Yan waved his hand, and a plastic bag was opened, revealing a human body.
The moment he arrived in the manor cave, he had used his Spiritual Awareness to examine the bags and ascertained that the people in them were all cyborgs. They had similar appearances, but their internal structures were completely different and strange. Some of them were more like machines, and some were more like internal Cultivation; some of them had been replaced by crystals; and some of them had been turned into walking weapons.
Jing Jiu had guessed part of the truth, asking, "Are these the spare bodies of Shen Yunmai?"
The old man replied with his head lowered, "Since they are the bodies, anyone can use them."
Tong Yan fell silent for a while. After he figured out the whole truth, he felt a great deal of pity for the guy named Shen Yunmai.
Thanks to the information provided by Mr. Dan, Jing Jiu was well aware of Shen Yunmai's story.
According to the legend in the Federation of the Milky Way, Shen Yunmai was a noble young master with a mysterious family background. Nobody could imagine that his Cultivation, studies, body modification, and all his efforts to evolve his life, including his whole life, were merely an experiment. In the end, he was waiting for his father to pluck the delicious fruit.
The old man sitting on the bench by the fountain on the ground kept his head lowered, saying nothing.
Looking at the plastic bags hanging down from the ceiling, Tong Yan also said nothing.
Jing Jiu believed that his judgment and calculation were correct. Even though there was no alarm clock here, Shen Yunmai would definitely leave him a chance of survival. The question was, where was the chance of survival?
"I don't know where the Young Master is, but I know someone is by his side. All we need to do is find or wake that person up," the old man who followed Jing Jiu into the manor cave said softly.
It turned out that this old man was the chance of survival.
"Shen Yunmai doesn't know about that person?" Tong Yan turned around and asked.
The old man replied, "I've arranged it for the Young Master."
"Why?" Tong Yan asked while looking at the wrinkles on the old man's face.
The old man replied, "The Young Master has a bad temper, but he treats me well."
This was a simple reason, but it was the simple reason that was powerful.
The backup plan that Shen Yunmai had prepared for himself was as simple as that. He didn't trust any human being, but he trusted this cyborgs more.
Tong Yan asked, "How do we inform or wake that person up?"
The old man did not speak. He walked toward the end of the cave where the bodies were hanging. He slowly pulled open a plastic bag and inserted his hand into the abdomen of the human body. It was unknown what he was holding.
The next moment, an extremely faint aura emerged from the abdomen of the human body. It easily penetrated the thick rock stratum and the formation outside the Shen family's old residence, and spread out in all directions of the universe.
Tong Yan sensed in Silence for a moment and confirmed that it should be some kind of neutrino communication method. The signal was very weak, but it was stable for a long time, which meant that it could pass through the warp hole and reach every corner of the galaxy.
"Did you arrange this as well?" he asked the old man.
The old man's hand kept moving in the abdomen of the human body. He was probably doing some kind of adjustment. He said without turning his head, "The Master didn't even know where the battleship was to ensure that the Young Master wouldn't be discovered by anyone. Since this was the last safety measure, I couldn't let the Young Master know about it. Otherwise, something bad might happen."
Tong Yan remained silent for a while before saying, "He didn't leave a chance of survival for himself, but an immortal path."
"Thank you for your praise of the Young Master," said the old man.
Tong Yan asked, "Since you knew something had happened to him, why didn't you turn on the communication device here?"
The old man said, "The Master's puppet was watching the fountain, so I couldn't enter the manor cave. All I could do was wait for the person who was willing to save the Young Master to come to the old residence … I thought that the Young Master didn't have many friends, but it seems that I have underestimated him."
"I didn't know your Young Master," said Tong Yan. "But I figured that he must have left something in the old residence of the Shen family. Since he was a crazy poet …"
The old man drew back his arm and wiped off the mucus on his cloth. "You know the Young Master very well, and you also know the poet very well, and you're very smart."
"Yes, I am," confirmed Tong Yan.
The old man walked to the front of Jing Jiu and asked while looking at the luggage in Jing Jiu's hands, "I'm really curious about what kind of bomb you designed with such a smart mind that even the Master is afraid of it."
The bomb in the luggage had an unimaginable power, which could destroy a planet. It was the reason why the Grandmasters of Aoyama in the distance remained silent and why those swordsmen in the State of Inherited Night stayed away. The problem was that the humans in the Federation of the Milky Way had never invented such a powerful weapon. It could only be traced back to the era of the distant civilization or the time when the Grandmasters of Aoyama formed the Sword Formation of Aoyama with the fleet …
"The principle is simple." Tong Yan led the old man toward the ground, as he explained patiently, "I put hundreds of the most powerful nuclear bombs into a magic space."
It was indeed a simple principle. The bombs in the history of the human civilization increased their power by the constant resistance between the hot pressure and the shell of the bomb.
The stronger the shell and the stronger the hot pressure, the more powerful the bomb would be.
The most basic nuclear bombs were built in this way, and then they were upgraded to the point where they couldn't be upgraded any further after the multi-phase nuclear bombs; it was because they couldn't find a shell that could resist the hot pressure.
Unexpectedly, Tong Yan had such a method.
The reason those ascendants couldn't develop such a weapon was not because they were not imaginative or intelligent enough, but because it was difficult for them to find such a magic treasure. Even if they had one, they wouldn't be willing to use it.
A magic space treasure that could be used as the outer shell of hundreds of multi-phase nuclear bombs must be the most outstanding magic treasure in the Cultivation world of Chaotian.
The magic treasure in Tong Yan's luggage was a teapot.
There was a heaven and earth inside the teapot.
In fact, the teapot was not a magic treasure in the beginning, but a magic method.
Back when the Old Dragon transformed into the Fiend Prison, he used this magic method to trap the King Of The Underworld in Zhaoge City.
Before leaving Chaotian, Tong Yan went to Zhaoge City. With the help of Zen Master, he took out the stomach of the corpse of the Old Dragon and tempered it a second time with the blood of the Unicorn. As a result, he made the teapot into such a teapot. Then, he ascended and left Chaotian with the teapot.
The magic method of using heaven and earth as a teapot was powerful, and the magic treasure made from the corpse of a divine animal by tempered it was extremely powerful. Yet, what was truly powerful was his willpower, the willpower to think and use it.
This was the ability he had learned from playing chess.
The old man had lived in the Shen family for hundreds of years, so he had some understanding of these terms. He vaguely understood what Jing Jiu meant, saying sentimentally, "You're indeed outstanding."
"Not bad," replied Tong Yan.
All the ascendants who had read the book "The Path Toward Heaven" knew that Jing Jiu was very intelligent, but they didn't have a high opinion of his Cultivation state and strength, thinking that he was merely average. Yet, Tong Yan had a high opinion of Jing Jiu, believing that he could be ranked in the top three among the sect masters of the Zhongzhou School and in the top ten among all the ascendants.
They had left the deep part of the mountain and returned to the edge of the fountain after a brief conversation. Looking at the old man wearing the conical hat opposite the fountain, the old man moved his line of sight higher and saw more old men wearing conical hats who looked exactly like him, boiling tea, sweeping the floor, and staring blankly. "Can you burn this place down?" he asked suddenly.
Tong Yan asked, "Do you think they don't want to live like this? Do they want to die?"
"Is it important?" asked the old man.
In his opinion, these old men in the bamboo hats were kept in the Shen family's old mansion like pigs. Their lives were meaningless. Whether it was the clones in the courtyard or the cyborgs in the underground cave, they were just corpses.
Tong Yan looked at the old man and asked, "Even if Shen Yunmai created a backdoor in your program, how did you break through the mental imprint?"
"I'm not human," said the old man. "I don't have a mind."
Of course, this was not the real answer. The more likely answer was that he had broken through some kind of barrier in the process of awakening his consciousness. But if everything here was going to be burned down later, this question would be meaningless.
"You like this museum," said Tong Yan.
"The museum is very safe," said the old man. "As long as you don't use the bomb in your luggage, there are few ways in the universe that can destroy it."
The old man sitting on the bench opposite the fountain raised his head and said, "I thought we had reached an agreement."
The old man said to Tong Yan, "Master is a bad person and never keeps to any agreements, so you don't need to feel burdened."
The two identical old men wearing conical hats looked at Tong Yan, waiting for his decision before he left.
"I've never felt burdened in this regard."
Tong Yan reached out and patted the old man, then looked at the old man across the fountain and said, "Do you know what the most important thing in playing chess is? The first lesson is to learn to repent. "
After saying this, he gently waved his sleeves, and the water on the fountain suddenly shattered, turning into extremely fine water droplets, turning into real fog.
In an instant, the thick fog enveloped the entire old house of the Shen family, connecting with the fog in the formation in the mountain.
The old men in the fog closed their eyes one after another and fell asleep. From time to time, the sound of brooms falling to the ground and teapots shattering could be heard.
The fog flowed along the stone steps toward the deep and serene mountain, like the most gentle waterfall.
"What's your name?" Tong Yan asked the old man gently before leaving.
The old man was stunned. He had never heard of this question before. Almost no one came to the old house of the Shen family, and even if they did, they wouldn't care who he was. Moreover, the people living here all wore the same conical hats, had the same facial features, and endured the same amount of time. It was as if they didn't need to have names.
He frowned and thought seriously for a long time. Finally, he remembered that he did have a name.
"Huang Mujin." He looked at Tong Yan and said with a smile, "This is the name Young Master gave me when I was young. It's been many years since someone called me that."
"Hello, Huang Mujin. Goodbye, Huang Mujin."
Tong Yan flew up into the sky, leaving behind a white ribbon of clouds.
The fog in the old house of the Shen family had thinned, and the clouds in the sky had thickened.
He came to the edge of the atmosphere and looked back at the ground, seeing the scene on the mountain top.
The old house of the Shen family was burning, and the fog seemed to be the best fuel. In a very short time, the courtyards and towers had been burned into ruins.
In the distance, several experts of the State of Inherited Night looked at the burning old house of the Shen family. They wanted to go over and save it, but they were afraid of the bag in his hand and didn't dare to approach.
Tong Yan didn't pay any attention to these experts. Silence, she looked down.
The old house of the Shen family was full of flames.
The fountain had been boiled dry.
The flames flowed along the stone steps into the depths of the mountain, igniting the human bodies in the plastic bags.
The white walls and cornices outside the museum had also collapsed, revealing the bright metal structure. The formations and high-tech defensive measures inside had begun to take effect.
The courtyard was full of charred corpses.
The old man stood in the middle of the fountain with a torch in his hand. He waved goodbye to the sky and then gradually changed shape.
Tong Yan took one last look, turned around, and flew into the dark space with the bag in her hand. She turned into a flowing light and disappeared.
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