"They're all dead … they're all f * cking dead. Why did you spend so much effort to find me?"
When Shen Yunmai spoke again, his voice sounded a bit ethereal, like that of a real ghost.
Tong Yan said, "If the death of the Immortal Jingyang can't be changed, we have to start thinking about the era after him."
Shen Yunmai rolled his eyes and said, "The old man could even kill him. Do you still want me to avenge him?"
Tong Yan said, "It's to avenge yourself, and you're the most likely person to do it."
"The old man is indeed very powerful, but patricide is a classic plot in all literary works, and it usually succeeds. It's indeed auspicious for me to avenge him."
Shen Yunmai used his mechanical arm to scratch the itch with his consciousness, and said in a seemingly casual manner, "I do have the ability to do so. Though the commanding officers of the Central Star Fleet are constantly changing, more than half of the captains will listen to me as long as I stand out."
"First of all, you need to be able to stand up before you can stand out," Tong Yan said. "Are there any spare bodies on this battleship?"
Shen Yunmai entered the system of the battleship with his consciousness and said, "To ensure safety, they destroyed those bodies and didn't even keep the raw materials."
"Where are your previous spare bodies?" Tong Yan asked.
Shen Yunmai said, "They're in the laboratory of the Science Academy of the Federation. But the Main Planet is too dangerous, and there are two military bases that belong to the Logistics Department, which are not on good terms with me. Let's go back to the old house. Since you've been there before, you should be familiar with the way."
Tong Yan looked at him in Silence, saying nothing.
Shen Yunmai was somewhat puzzled, asking, "Haven't you found the Formation Eye? Many years ago, I hid many bodies in it. "
"Your father always wants to occupy those bodies of yours. Don't you feel disgusted?" Tong Yan said earnestly.
Shen Yunmai said mockingly, "You're an ascended Cultivation practitioner. Don't you know that the body is like clothes? Brothers can change their clothes, but father and son … Fine, it's indeed disgusting, but I still have to go. "
Tong Yan said after a moment of silence, "I've burned those bodies in the old house."
Shen Yunmai was taken aback. "Are you out of your mind?" he cursed.
Tong Yan was smart. He knew that not saying anything was the right thing to do, so he didn't say anything.
Shen Yunmai was tired after cursing for a long time. The main reason was that he only had a head and no body. He could only rely on the vibration of the machine to make sounds. It was really tiring.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly dry and newly changed lips. The scene looked a little strange and scary.
Then, he pursed his lips and looked at the luggage that Tong Yan had been carrying in her hand. "What?"
Tong Yan said, "A bomb."
Shen Yunmai could sense the dreadful aura emanating from the luggage. He did not show any surprised expression, but asked in confusion, "You didn't bring a spatial magic device with you?"
Tong Yan said, "The bomb was made from a spatial magic tool."
It would be troublesome if he had to explain it to others; but Shen Yunmai understood Jing Jiu's intention after hearing this. He said with an appreciative expression, "You're indeed the second smartest guy in Chaotian … but it doesn't look good to carry you like this all the time. There should be a magic space treasure of mine here. You can go look for it."
Tong Yan scanned the battleship with his spiritual awareness and soon found the location of the spatial magic treasure. He reached out his hand and grabbed the dead female housekeeper from a distance. He took out an ear stud from her pocket and said after sensing it for a while, "It can indeed be put in, but …"
Shen Yunmai stared into Jing Jiu's eyes in Silence and said, "Do you think the Matryoshka doll is a bit ridiculous, or are you worried about me?"
If Tong Yan put the bomb made from the spatial magic treasure in the luggage into Shen Yunmai's spatial magic treasure, the control of it would change hands.
Tong Yan said straightforwardly, "I'm worried about you."
Shen Yunmai asked Jing Jiu to put the ear stud back on his earlobe, and said, "Forget it then."
After a moment of silence, Tong Yan placed the luggage by the side of the basin.
A green light flashed on the metal operating table, and the luggage disappeared without a trace. A smile appeared on Shen Yunmai's face again, as he said, "That's more like it. Well, what are we going to do next?"
"The three major fleets are all under the control of Chen Ya. Even if you can instigate half of the Central Star Fleet, you still can't change the current situation, especially when the majority of the ascendants are still loyal to your father. As such, I think we need some helpers," said Tong Yan.
Only the black hole could swallow the black hole, and the ascendants were the only ones who could resist them. If they needed helpers, they had no choice but to turn to Chaotian.
Shen Yunmai looked at Tong Yan in Silence for a long time.
Tong Yan remained calm, his expression unchanged, and he didn't give any explanation.
"I didn't expect you to be even crazier than me." Shen Yunmai suddenly laughed out, and said, "Is it true that the most outstanding minds will be destroyed by madness? Well, let's do it then. However, according to Jing Jiu, the two worlds are separated from each other, so we can't transmit the information to the people on the other side. What should we do then? "
The ascendants who had left Chaotian could leave the Fairy Book behind, but they couldn't leave more information in the Fairy Book. The principle was similar to the neutrinos and other light particles.
"I can't do it in Aoyama, but I can do it in Zhongzhou School," said Tong Yan, "and I'm the sect master of Zhongzhou School. However, I have to make sure that if we don't do it well and the boundary between the two worlds is broken, Chaotian might suffer a mishap, and the humans in the universe might perish ahead of schedule. "
Shen Yunmai said, "Jing Jiu is going to die; why should I care about the humans?"
"I didn't expect you to like Jing Jiu so much," said Tong Yan, feeling surprised.
"He's my only friend, though I know he wants to be my Master more than anything else …" Shen Yunmai glanced at Tong Yan and continued, "You're not bad, and you're barely qualified to be my friend. However, it looks like you're much more boring than Jing Jiu."
Tong Yan suddenly said, "I have something to tell you in advance."
"Tell me," said Shen Yunmai.
Tong Yan said, "Your father has no intention of killing you. I hope you'll know this before the war begins."
"The eternal exile is more dreadful than death," said Shen Yunmai.
Tong Yan said, "He has set a time limit for your voyage, three hundred years. I think he wants you to stay away from the war, and maybe he wants you to be the last spark of the humans."
After a moment of silence, Shen Yunmai said, "Regardless of whether I'm the spark or the precursor, I'm still his experimental subject, right?"
Tong Yan didn't say anything more.
The black battleship sailed slowly toward a black hole in the distance. It was to accelerate and head to a patch of the universe on the other side of the Haiyin Nebula with the help of its powerful gravitational force.
There was an inconspicuous white permanent star in that patch of the universe, illuminating a patch of nothingness.
Chaotian was right there.
The black battleship was soundless, looking like a black coffin. It was unclear who would be buried in it in the end, humans or something else.
It didn't take long before the conversation broke out again in the black battleship.
"Do you know why I named him Huang?"
"Why?"
"It's because my mother's family name is Huang."
"Logically speaking, your father wouldn't let your mother live for too long."
"Yes, she died right after I was born."
"Logically speaking, your father wouldn't tell you anything about her, and nobody else dared to tell you about her. But how did you know your mother's family name?"
"It feels like you're talking about your mother's family name … Hmm, I knew it when I was in her belly."
"I have a friend …"
"I know you have a friend, but it's not you. I also know the name of your friend is Su Ziye."
"Yeah, you've read that book."
"The problem is that Su Ziye is not your friend in the book."
"He's a friend of He Zhan, and I'm also a friend of He Zhan. So we're friends."
"Shen Aoyama is your enemy, and he's my enemy as well. Are we enemies as well?"
"A positive is a positive, and a negative is a positive. This is the simplest arithmetic problem. You should know better than to lower your intelligence just because of the quarrel."
"Will Jing Jiu really die?"
"Hmm."
"You're the sect master of Zhongzhou School. Don't talk like the sect master of our Aoyama Sect."
"The sect master of Aoyama of this generation is Zhuo Rusui. I'll introduce him to you if I have the chance."
"Why?"
"The two of you have similar bad temperaments."
"It seems that Jing Jiu has said the same thing … Let's put it another way. It sounds like those guys in the book can all ascend."
"If they can't, what are we going to do here?"
"You're right."
…
…
There was no wind at the edge of the atmosphere. The tree at the end of the cliff was even quieter than the one on the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
Sitting under the tree, Zhao Layue looked down at the planet expressionlessly. The Thoughtless Sword rested on her lap in Silence, full of murderous intent.
She had been sitting here in silence since she came back from the snowy mountain.
This property belonged to the Ran Family. The Priest Manor knew that she was here, and the girl in the bathrobe by the hot spring also knew that she was here and knew what she was going to do.
If that moment came, Zhao Layue would jump down from the edge of the cliff and hack at the girl in the bathrobe and this planet with her sword.
The girl was everywhere, and the Thoughtless Sword couldn't kill her no matter how powerful it was. As for how many people would die on this planet, it wasn't important.
Zhao Layue understood this, but she still looked at the prairie in Silence, ready to draw her sword at any moment.
Countless sheep were walking slowly on the green prairie, sometimes in a flock, sometimes in a dispersal, like the clouds in the sky.
A flock of sheep was not far from the north of the Priest Manor. They had been walking in different numbers over the last few days, but now they were walking in a straight line.
No matter from which angle one looked at it, it was the word "one".
They kept moving forward from the prairie, passed the magnificent mountains, and arrived by the hot spring with the mist exuding from it. The girl in the bathrobe lifted the ceramic cup slowly and brought it to her lips. She sniffed the strong alcohol in the cup and wrinkled her nose slightly, waiting for the moment to come.
Sitting by the edge of the cliff, Zhao Layue suddenly laughed; it was unclear if she had witnessed the scene, her dimples full of cold light.
Standing in the pavilion, Ran Handong and Jiang Yuxia looked at her back figure by the cliff's edge, not knowing what to say.
The dishes on the stone table had been heated up and changed again, but nobody had touched them.
Holding onto a post in the pavilion, Zong Lizi's silvery hair drooped down. She felt nervous and sad, full of helplessness.
"Don't worry. He won't die," said Zhao Layue by the cliff's edge.
They wondered why she had been sitting here for so many days if this was the case.
…
…
Ding!!! The bell rang somewhere on the prairie, followed by the shouting.
The peaceful scene created by the twilight and the prairie had been broken. The sheep turned around slowly and walked back to the sheep pen. The straight line had gradually changed its shape and then closed up into a circle.
…
…
On the distant ancestral planet, the ocean water was lapping against the beach slowly.
The monkeys in the forest screamed in terror while looking at the leaves that seemed to be set ablaze by the setting sun.
The coconut shells and flesh on the beach were pushed away by the ocean water, gradually dispersing.
…
…
Different sets of suns illuminated different sceneries.
The snowy mountain seemed to be covered with a layer of golden glow, becoming the most beautiful scene in the minds of the believers.
"It's the Sunny Golden Mountain!"
Countless believers knelt down in the capital, White Town, and on the official road between the two cities, kowtowing to the snowy mountain incessantly.
A dozen sadhu, who were climbing up another icy peak with great difficulty, halted their steps and pressed their palms together while facing the snowy mountain, closing their eyes slowly.
On the other side of the snowy mountain, Cao Yuan sat by the lake and looked at the surface of the lake in the distance, showing a rare bewildered expression on his mottled face.
The Leviathan had been hiding at the bottom of the lake after being frightened by Zhao Layue. He spat out some bubbles once in a while, replacing the shadows of the white clouds and changing the numbers on the surface.
That day. Just now.
The Leviathan spat out a huge circular bubble, which looked like a circle when seen from the sky.
…
…
The circle was zero.
Heaven and earth returned to zero.
The whole universe seemed to have sensed the departure of a certain being. The powerful wills of these ascendants had left clear traces in the natural world.
Those traces were probably the memory of him in this world.
It was because he was the strongest swordsman in Chaotian, a Dao soul more powerful than the Grandmasters of Aoyama, the Cloud-Dream Grandmasters, the Immortal Chunyang and the Joyous Monk, and the highest state a human could reach.
…
…
On the distant Scorpion Tail Nebula.
On a regular planet on the periphery of the nebula.
There was a regular dormitory building called "720".
The sunlight passed through the light snow and the glass window, falling on the black and white keys of the piano.
That pair of slender and good-looking hands also quietly rested on the keys, not moving for a long time, as if they would never move again.
Cold Cicada landed on the back of his hand gently.
"Can we eat pumpkin porridge today?" the voice of a young girl rang out from behind.
"Not enough protein … I'll boil two eggs."
The hands left the keys and closed the lid of the piano.
The youth got up and went to the kitchen to boil water.
Leaning against a corner of the sofa, the Snow Girl looked at the seemingly ordinary scene expressionlessly, her dark eyes full of pride.
…
…
(There were still one hundred days before the completion of the Dao Toward Heaven.)
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