Lan Mu turned his attention to the Executor.
If the Executor knew the method, all he had to do was figure out a way to find out. But that was still impossible.
Deep in his mind, Lan Mu conversed with Qing Feng, who had the same memories and intelligence.
"Did you hear that? He said he knew …"
Qing Feng said, "Shizun, he couldn't have told you. He might have misled you."
Lan Mu wasn't stupid. Once he heard that, he understood.
"I understand. He's purposely making me place my hopes on him. That's a dead end. He's confident that I won't know what he's thinking of. It's even more likely that he doesn't know either."
The Executor couldn't help Lan Mu. Whatever he told Lan Mu wouldn't help Lan Mu win.
Just like the Pyramid of Doomsday. The Executor said that the pyramid created 001. If Lan Mu spent his precious time thinking about how to use the pyramid, he would be in a dead end.
The Executor's answer created two possibilities. One was that Lan Mu had been misled into thinking about how to read the Executor's mind. The other was that he had to think of another way.
Lan Mu chose not to think about it and placed his hopes on the Executor. That was the same as giving away the initiative.
"Initiative. That's right, initiative!"
Lan Mu seemed to have realized something.
Qing Feng asked, "Shizun, what did you think of?"
"The information he gave me was leading me down the wrong path. We might not be able to think of a way now, but there's an objective way to win," Lan Mu said.
Qing Feng didn't understand. "Shizun is right. But so what? There's a way, but we can't think of it. "
Lan Mu said, "We can think of it. With our intelligence, as long as we're on the right track, we can definitely think of it. Now, we should think about the objective way to win. What are the characteristics of that objective way to win? "
"Characteristics?" Qing Feng pondered.
Lan Mu said, "The first characteristic of that way is that we have the initiative. That way, the Executor won't be able to stop it!"
Qing Feng was stunned. He understood Lan Mu's train of thought.
"That's right, Master … He must have known that we had thought of that method, but he couldn't stop us from carrying it out!"
It might sound like nonsense, but it was actually very important.
It was known that the Executors could control the entire universe! That box alone had the power of a GM. It was like a cheating platform …
If the use of the box was opened, it would be tantamount to handing over the omnipotent universe to someone else.
Even if a mortal were to use it, it would be like a god.
Lan Mu lowered his head and looked at the box. He sneered inwardly. "If I rack my brains to figure out how to crack the box's authority, it may seem like a path, but it's actually a dead end."
In theory, no matter what Lan Mu did, the Executor would be able to stop him. If Lan Mu tried to get more information from the Executor, even if he could learn more, the Executor would only lead him down a path that seemed possible on the surface, but was actually a dead end.
"All of the ideas derived from the executor and his words are wrong!" Lan Mu said firmly.
This practically eliminated all other methods!
If it was in the past, Lan Mu would have given it a try no matter what hope there was.
But now, if he tried, it would be a waste of time, and wasting time was equivalent to waiting for death!
"Master, if that's the case, it means that we can't use external objects …" Qing Feng seemed to have thought of something.
"I understand now! Master … if we want to defeat the Executor, it's impossible for us to win if we consider the Executor. That includes the pyramids, the Abyss, and so on. Those are all external objects! The real way to win must be with us! "
Qing Feng said excitedly, "Master! If there's anything else we can rely on to obtain the creation algorithm, it's the Life Orb! Although we don't know how to do it, this idea is definitely correct! When we dealt with Victor, didn't we discover a hidden function? The Life Orb must have some hidden function that we don't know about. We just have to follow this train of thought! "
Lan Mu didn't say anything.
Qing Feng was puzzled. "Hurry up, Master?"
"Is that so?" Lan Mu murmured to himself.
Qing Feng was stunned and asked, "Isn't that so? The other anomalies were all sucked into the box, and the box is the Executor's … Aside from the Life Orb, what else can we rely on to obtain the creation algorithm? "
Suddenly, Lan Mu looked at the Executor absentmindedly. He was in a daze and was almost killed. Fortunately, he managed to calm himself in time.
The Executor's appearance was Audonis.
At this moment, Lan Mu looked at him and suddenly smiled.
He seemed to be telling Qing Feng, or perhaps he was telling the Executor, or perhaps he was just telling himself.
He muttered, "A person must rely on himself."
This was a phrase that Audonis had always said.
Now that Lan Mu said it again, Qing Feng, who had been bestowed with his memories, naturally remembered this phrase as well.
Qing Feng exclaimed, "A person must rely on himself?"
"What do you mean? Master … could it be that … you want to comprehend the creation algorithm yourself? "
Lan Mu looked at the expressionless Executor, who had an Audonis face, and smiled bitterly. "Why not?"
The [Origin] algorithm could be comprehended, this was the setting of information itself.
Although this setting could be turned off like a timeline, making it impossible for people to comprehend the [Origin] algorithm. Just like how Lan Mu's 2D universe was turned off, no one would be able to comprehend the [Origin] algorithm, and they would spend their entire lives chasing after Lan Mu's design.
However, the Executor shouldn't be able to be turned off, because the Executor's 3D universe was far inferior to Lan Mu's 2D universe.
In the past, Lan Mu had relied on cheating to obtain a level of authority similar to 001. Even if he created an enemy that could be replicated, he could easily make them lose their ability to replicate with a single thought. And even if their ability could be replicated, it would only be because Lan Mu wanted him to.
Quite obviously, the Executor in front of him didn't have that kind of depth of information, he was only a puppet with countless algorithms.
"Master, the chances of that happening are too low. Even if we've always comprehended the algorithm ourselves, how many years did that take?" Qing Feng didn't support this at all. As soon as he heard Lan Mu's idea, he felt that it wasn't reliable at all.
There was clearly a better idea, the Life Sphere! No matter how he looked at it, this idea was much more likely.
But Lan Mu only smiled.
Even though Qing Feng had Lan Mu's memories, they were still Lan Mu's memories. Their thinking patterns were still different, and he wasn't Lan Mu.
At this moment, he and Lan Mu had different ideas.
Lan Mu said, "The [Origin] algorithm can't be taught, learned, or imitated. If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. The comprehension of the [Origin] algorithm doesn't depend on time. "
Qing Feng knew that Lan Mu was right. If one person comprehended the algorithm for a hundred million years, the other person would only comprehend it for a year. But the probability of the two people comprehending it was the same, or it could be said that there was no probability at all.
It couldn't be said that the probability of persisting for a hundred million years was higher than the probability of persisting for a year. There was no comparison.
"But … Master, even if you rely on your own comprehension, there is a theoretical possibility. But I believe that you definitely won't succeed. This is too insignificant. When you comprehended the Dao with your disciple in the small world, it took you five Yuanhui! You didn't even comprehend the algorithm you wanted … "Qing Feng tried to persuade him. He didn't want Lan Mu to be emotional, impulsive, and insist on the wrong way of thinking.
"You still don't understand? Qing Feng … "Lan Mu laughed in his heart." At this point in time, there's no need to care about the method. The possibilities are endless … We can think of many different methods, but we don't have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong. You can't say that a method is definitely wrong, and I can't say that a method is definitely right. "
From the inside out, Lan Mu became unfathomable. The Executor looked at him, and he looked at the Executor.
Qing Feng suddenly realized that he couldn't sense Lan Mu's emotions anymore.
Lan Mu said, "Now is the time to make a decision! Even if we come up with ten thousand ways of thinking, it's still better to choose one! The only way we can test it … is to put it into practice. "
What he said was right. A decision had to be made sooner or later. It was impossible to think of a method that was 100% certain of success.
Even if he did, Lan Mu would have died a long time ago.
If he had the time, he might as well choose a method and execute it.
He kept thinking about this method, that method, this method had a higher chance of success, that method had a higher chance of success … Would it work? He had to make one!
Qing Feng understood this, but he still said, "Then we have many choices. Why do we have to choose this one? Purely on our own? This is only possible in theory, but it's also the least likely choice! Master! It's not that I'm afraid of death. I'm your Dao Fruit! I don't have a life to speak of, but I don't want you to die … "
Lan Mu didn't know why, but he had already made up his mind.
He smiled. "There are many better choices. Naturally, there will be others. I'll choose. It's useless for me to worry about the probability … I'll choose this one!"
"No matter how low the probability is, there will always be a Lan Mu. If I choose this one, why can't that Lan Mu be me?"
"Qing Feng … Perhaps this method has the lowest probability of success for me, but for Lan Mu, it's the best."
"Do you understand?"
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