A faint and pure Taoist energy seeped out from between Tong Yan's fingers, quickly filling the whole room.
Que Niang and the others sat down one after another to regulate their breathing.
Peng Lang's way of recuperating was a bit peculiar. He leaned against the wall while holding the curved sword, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.
Shen Yunmai asked in the central control room of the robot, "What should I do then?"
The robot was quite worn out, but there were no suitable materials or devices in this base, so it was impossible to repair it.
He had only one head left, and his spiritual awareness was not damaged; so there was nothing he could do.
Nobody paid any attention to him.
It was exceedingly quiet in the room. A few energies that seemed different but were actually similar were echoing in the room.
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…
After a long while, Tong Yan opened his eyes and found Liu Shisui and Peng Lang had woken up.
Then Que Niang and the others woke up.
But the tall robot was nowhere to be seen in the room.
Tong Yan furrowed his brows slightly.
They could tell that he was in a bad mood because Shen Yunmai had left without permission.
"You should go out and take a walk," Tong Yan said to Liu Shisui.
Yuan Qu and Yushan thought that Xiao He had already left. What was the point of him going out alone on the desolate Mars and the dilapidated buildings of the ancient humans?
Liu Shisui understood what he meant. After making sure that the sword wills that had invaded his body had been forced out, he walked toward the outside of the room.
He wanted to leave for the immortals on the mountain to see; so he had to walk leisurely and casually, as if he were really sightseeing.
All the others followed him out of the room.
This ring-shaped base was indeed very old. It could be seen from the remaining traces that all the systems were relatively backward.
Especially the energy system, which used the solar energy plates.
The solar energy plates, which looked like fields, extended far away, leaving only some black particles among the gravel.
"No wonder it's called the childhood of the human civilization. The first-level nuclear fusion hasn't been invented yet. It's really backward, "Su Ziye said sentimentally.
But Liu Shisui interpreted it differently, saying, "It's really admirable that the humans at that time ventured into the universe bravely with such a technological level."
A mocking voice came out from the distance, "Su Ziye, did you know what nuclear fusion was ten days ago? A country bumpkin actually has the nerve to laugh at others. "
Everyone followed the sound and came to the other side of the alloy wall. They found the broken robot sitting on a stone step.
Below the stone steps was a cliff dozens of meters high. Below the cliff was another world that they could not see from the top of the mountain.
There were many wreckages of machines and spaceships at the bottom of the cliff, and they could vaguely make out some of their original appearances.
Many years of sandstorms had covered up most of the truth, but one could still feel how tragic it was back then.
If the circular base still had the feeling of the childhood of human civilization. This world was like an old house in a village that had been forgotten for many years. It was covered in green vines and gave off an unusually gloomy feeling.
"I've scanned it. A small nuclear war broke out here."
Shen Yunmai said, "If you want, you can dig to the bottom and find fossils of the prehistoric humans."
Su Ziye asked in bafflement, "Didn't you say that they haven't mastered the nuclear fusion of the first level?"
The robot turned its head and looked at him as if he was an idiot. "Mastery requires understanding creation, but weapons only require understanding destruction."
This statement was easy to understand. Su Ziye's expression grew darker, and he changed the topic. "The prehistoric civilization … is quite brutal."
"To be exact, this civilization is not the prehistoric civilization that we thought it was."
Shen Yunmai started lecturing them. "The prehistoric civilization where the deities lived was the rebirth of the human civilization. During the childhood of the human civilization, humans lived on the ancestral planet and couldn't leave, just like babies couldn't leave the cradle and nestlings couldn't leave their nests. They had to kill each other in order to compete for resources.
"They could already build a base on Mars; why couldn't they leave?" asked Su Ziye.
"It's because they couldn't leave the solar system. Even if they could leave, they couldn't find a new home. What's the difference between such a small galaxy and a nest?"
The tall robot stood up and walked forward along the stone steps, dropping parts along the way, making tinkling noises.
For some reason, the back view of the robot was a bit funny, but it showed a hint of sadness.
It was true. The solar system was the old home of the humans in their childhood. What about the current Federation of the Milky Way? It was merely a slightly larger village.
The technology of the human civilization was still not advanced enough.
What was more despairing was that the future of the evolution of the human beings didn't seem to be very promising, and there was no possibility of a breakthrough.
Breaking through the inertia of thinking? No, it was breaking through the speed of light.
Only by finding a way to break through the speed of light could humans get rid of the warped void, which was like a famous sword, and gain true freedom. They could leave the local galaxy and go to a distant place, or even reach the edge of the universe, which was the origin or the end of time.
Shen Yunmai had vaguely discovered this problem when he was five years old, so he threw himself into the arms of a young girl by the hot spring and cried until his face was covered with snot. Later, he didn't cry because of this problem anymore; instead, he gave up on himself. Of course, his self-abandonment had no philosophical reason in the eyes of others; it was purely a mental problem.
"Hey!" Tong Yan suddenly shouted.
The robot halted and asked without turning its head, "How is it?"
Tong Yan said, "Didn't we talk about the curvature spaceship the other day? Didn't you say it was feasible? "
The robot lowered its head and said, "That's just my crude imagination."
Tong Yan said, "But the evolution of the human beings has only just begun; it's far from the end."
During the long journey to Chaotian on the black coffin-like battleship, the second most intelligent person in Chaotian and the second most intelligent person in the Federation of the Milky Way had had many conversations about this topic, from the sea of stars to the particle cutting, from sociology to the explosion of the nuclear power furnace …
Tong Yan believed that the Snow Girl, the young girl, the spirit of the Green Sky Mirror, Ping Yong-Ka, and most importantly, Jing Jiu represented different evolutionary paths of the human beings.
Though in many people's eyes, these beings were not humans.
"At least, they are not the result of the evolution of the human beings." The robot said, "The humans are carbon-based monkeys. If they get close to the speed of light, they will go crazy."
To say nothing of surpassing the speed of light, the humans would experience a strong mutation as long as they approached the speed of light, especially from the perspective of sociology.
By then, every human being would be a society.
This was the distance brought about by the vast universe.
"Everybody has his own time."
The robot lifted his head to look at the night sky as he continued, "In this regard, is my old man conducting an experiment?"
By now, they had already left the ancient human settlements and arrived on the barren land on the surface of Mars.
A tall and tattered robot was looking up at them.
Tong Yan was wearing a black modern suit, standing behind him with her hands folded behind her back.
Liu Shisui had changed into a new gray checkered shirt, standing by Tong Yan.
Peng Lang looked like a swordsman.
Que Niang and the other three looked like patients.
This strange combination was looking up at the night sky.
The robot said, "If my old man turns this place into his own world, Jing Jiu will die."
"Senior Master will be able to dismantle this Sword Formation. Hmm … wait until the Queen recovers from her injury."
Yuan Qu said, "Senior Master and His Majesty have joined hands to assassinate the Fairy Lady Bai Ren, and now they have killed nine Dark Ones. They have always cooperated well."
The robot was still looking up at the night sky. "You mean he lured the Snow Girl into the Sword Jail of Aoyama?" he asked in a nonchalant and cold voice.
Yuan Qu was the root of Shangde Peak, so he knew those secrets. He scratched his head in embarrassment, saying, "It was a long time ago."
It was true that this past event had something to do with the Sword Jail of Aoyama. Now that Shangde Peak had been flattened, the Sword Jail was no more.
The robot fell silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I heard that looking up from the Sword Jail is like looking out from the bottom of a well."
Thinking of the manor cave full of ice and snow that he hadn't seen for hundreds of years, Yuan Qu said with a nostalgic emotion, "That passageway is actually a well."
The robot raised its thick and heavy mechanical arm and pointed at the stars in the night sky, saying, "If the sun appeared there, we would also look like the mouth of a well."
Every star could actually be understood as the mouth of a well, just that some wells were deep, and some were shallow.
The founding masters of Aoyama had turned the solar system into a sword formation, and no one could leave the fire. This was a new Sword Jail, and they could only look at the mouth of a well in vain?
"Daoweater Wudao died as soon as he took a step towards the mouth of the well." The robot said, "I don't like this feeling, this feeling of not being able to breathe. Tong Yan, don't say anything. I know I don't have a body, and I don't have lungs, so I can't breathe at all. In fact, even if I have lungs, when have we ever needed to breathe? I'm talking about feelings.
Do you understand feelings? "Tong Yan stood in the shadow of the robot, not intending to speak at all.
The rest of the people also fell silent.
After a long silence, the robot suddenly raised its arms and stretched its back, saying, "Let's stop grieving over the changing seasons! Let us continue to break the formation. "
Tong Yan smiled. She stretched out a stone and started writing on the wall beside her. In just a dozen or so seconds, she had written a wall that was several meters long.
Incomparably complicated numbers, functions, formulas, and text explanations filled the entire wall.
"We still have to figure out the operating rules of this sword formation. What state is the spiritual awareness of the founding masters distributed in the solar system?"
"This sword formation is probably an amplifier; otherwise, it's hard to explain how his spiritual awareness could travel thousands of light years and arrive in the galaxy beyond the fog."
"Since the spiritual awareness of the founding masters could travel through the universe, this great formation is not as simple as an amplifier."
"I think the key is to find the eye of the formation. If we can't find it through calculation and observation, we should be able to deduce it from the center of the formation."
"According to the personal experience of Shisui and Peng Lang, this sword formation of Aoyama in the solar system is a self-generating formation, and the center of the formation is hidden in the deepest part."
"Judging from the fact that Chen Ya used the green light rope to attract the lethal intent of the sword formation, we might be able to determine the relative position if someone could send out a signal from the center of the formation."
"It sounds impossible, but I think it's quite interesting."
"What do you mean?"
The crowd started discussing it enthusiastically, their voices echoing among the remains of the human civilization.
The stars in the night sky didn't blink, and they were gazing at them attentively.
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The starlight shone on the surface of the ocean and was reflected into the cave. The light was as gentle and beautiful as the water, but it wasn't very bright. However, it was enough for an ascended fairy man.
Sitting on the ground, Zhuo Rusui read a blue-covered book carefully.
This book was the latest result of the archeology of the founding masters of Aoyama on this planet. It was a prose written by a poet with the surname Tao, describing a land of peach blossoms isolated from the outside world.
The reason he was sure that the author was a poet rather than a prose writer was because the archeology found that most of the author's works were poems.
Having read the last paragraph of the Story of the Peach Blossoms Spring, Jing Jiu shook his head and put the blue-covered book back into the high-class storage box carefully, and then turned off the movie.
More than thirty movies had been played on the light screen that day, all of which were fast-forwarded. Jing Jiu watched them with the corner of his eye while he was reading, and he had memorized them one by one.
This was the homework given to him by the founding masters.
Yet, he felt that the Story of the Peach Blossoms Spring wasn't as simple as homework, and it had a hidden meaning; otherwise, why did he have to memorize this one? Obviously, the other one was much more beautiful, "The fields will never return to the wild … How good is that? Can't the founding masters just retire?" Why did he have to go against those juniors, especially people like Jing Jiu?
Zhuo Rusui walked out of the cave and came to the beach. Looking at the strange scenery, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He felt that the founding masters had asked him to memorize the Story of the Peach Blossoms Spring for a hidden meaning, and it was related to the scenery in front of him.
According to the time, it should still be daytime, but the sun in the sky had disappeared, and he didn't know where it had gone.
Not far away, the seawater was as black as ink. As the wind blew, the waves rose gently, as if it was being dipped by an invisible pen.
The moon hung silently on the horizon. It was much bigger than it had been a few days ago, and its color was extremely red, like blood, with a hint of evilness.
He could even see that the planets in the depths of the night sky were arranged in an inverted cross.
It was like a giant sword.
This sword array that spanned across the solar system was too magnificent, too unremarkable.
He didn't even dare to observe it for long, as he felt that the illusory starry sky in front of him would devour all of his spirit in the next moment.
The founding masters were indeed the first ascendant of the human race; their methods were indeed magnificent.
The founding masters had ruled the Federation of the Milky Way for many years, and they had stayed on the ancestral planet. Did they intend to search through the childhood toys of the human civilization in this old house?
Zhuo Rusui walked to the edge of the pond and looked at the founding masters fishing as usual. "Is the solar system the Peach Blossoms Spring you have created for yourself?" he asked hesitantly.
"If it were such a wonderful place as the Peach Blossoms Spring, I wouldn't leave it for myself. Aren't you here?"
The founding masters put down the fishing rod and stuck it into the sand by the side, and said while pointing at a spot in the night sky, "Aren't there more people coming?"
Zhuo Rusui looked in the direction of the old hand and saw the sparks.
(End of this chapter)
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