Bulwark of Light

Chapter 1001 Become the Sun (First update!)

Central Continent, the spire of origin.

In the realm of the gods, there was silence.

Wearing a loose snow-white silk robe, the Sky God seat closed his eyes and sat on the God seat.

Theoretically speaking, fire masters don't need to rest, their bodies have almost endless sources of energy, and their spirits also transcend the boundaries of ordinary people.

But... Although they have surpassed "human beings", they are not really "gods".

After smelting the fire, they realized the transition of life level.

But this is not the ultimate end.

If you don't rest for several years, decades, or nearly a hundred years.

Then the seat of God will also be tired.

Not to mention if the seat of God has been consuming energy during these years of non-rest.

"……Well."

Qinglong frowned, he coughed lightly, and woke up from the chaotic dream.

In front of him are countless sets of chessboards with condensed clouds, and an illusory shadow condenses on the opposite side of God’s Domain. When he was meditating in the Tower of Origin these years, he never stopped to "think", and these chessboards are what he thinks about. For things, a lot of computing power is deduced on the chessboard, the clouds are white, the fog is black, black and white, intricate.

"woke up?"

The shadow waiting quietly on the opposite side of the chessboard smiled and spoke.

Its voice is exactly the same as Qingyun.

"..."

After being silent for a moment, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, and said softly, "How long have I been asleep?"

"soon."

The voice smiled and said, "Four hundred and eight hours, 31 minutes and four seconds."

A little more than seventeen days.

For ordinary people, it is a long time to sleep all day.

But for the seat of God, especially the seat of God like Qingyu who has lived for more than a hundred years... Sleeping for seventeen days does not seem to be a big deal.

After all, he has not closed his eyes and had a good rest for tens of thousands of days and nights.

Hearing this answer, Qinglong's expression was a little ugly, and he waited for a long time before he could wake himself up.

After accepting the reality, he decided to continue this unfinished chess game.

So Qinglong stretched out her hand from the cloud and mist as usual, grabbed the chess piece and prepared to drop it.

"But in these seventeen days, a lot has happened."

The voice said, "Would you like to take a look?"

"There is nothing new in Wuzhou."

Qingyu didn't think about it, and said: "I'll see, so I don't need to."

The voice smiled, and said, "Gu Shen is still alive, and he was identified as Pluto."

"...?!"

The long and slender fingers of the sky God seat holding the chess piece stopped, and he raised his head in disbelief, looking at the ink shadow on the opposite side of the chessboard.

In this realm of the gods, he is Yun, holding Bai.

And it is fog, holding black.

Black and white criss-cross, mental games are endless, black and white are intertwined, if someone can rise to the highest point of God's Domain, they will find that these countless dust-settled chessboards are also chess pieces, settled between black and white avenues , piece together a new chessboard.

So repeatedly, without end.

"Forgive me for trying to get your attention in this way."

The black man sitting behind the mist said softly: "Gu Shen is indeed still alive, but this identification failed... There is no clear evidence to link him with Pluto."

Such an explanation did not satisfy Qinglong.

He frowned and said, "Gu Shen entered Wuzhou alive, why didn't I know?"

"You are not a real 'god' after all, it is normal to miss something."

The person holding the black comforted in a wide voice: "There are still places in the five continents that [Cloud Mirror] can't reach, let alone the [Old World] outside the five continents...these chessboards in the upper city God's Domain are still a bit smaller."

After it finished speaking, it waved its hand and summoned the scene of Guangming City.

The shore of the Red Lake attracts the attention of all.

Jia Wei has been killed by Gu Shen...

The Goddess of Light walked into the thick fog of the Red Lake.

"Right now, everyone wants to see the light."

The black man sighed and said with regret: "The temple can stop Gu Shen, but it can't stop Meng Xizhou... If Meng Xizhou can't see the light, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to end."

Qinglong silently looked at Mo Ying in front of him.

He fell into contemplation, and as a habitual action during contemplation, he twisted the snow-white chess piece and tapped the edge of the chessboard lightly.

"Pan."

"Pan."

"Pang--"

After the third knock, the scene in the Sky God Realm suddenly changed!
The two fell from the sky thousands of feet into the deep sea thousands of miles in an instant. The countless pieces on the chessboard turned into blisters at the moment they fell, and the two were still chess players sitting on both sides of the chessboard. , but at this moment the robe of the God Throne in the sky is no longer snow-white silk, but a scarlet robe as bright as the setting sun.

The ink shadow on the other side also escaped from the darkness.

It has no body, only spirit.

In the extreme depths of the deep sea, it is like countless groups of struggling silk threads, like seaweed.

Every second, its ideology undergoes hundreds of thousands of violent mutations. This is a "change" that the ordinary spirit cannot capture at all. A large amount of computing power flows through its consciousness. It is a bridge , but also "brain".

Qinglong looked at Mo Ying in front of her eyes, and said expressionlessly: "I slept for seventeen days, and you only woke me up now."

"Sorry, my authority is limited and I cannot forcibly wake up the 'Supreme Seat'."

Mo Ying said gently: "After I judged that your life was not in danger, I chose to wait... To you, seventeen days is nothing."

"There are no coincidences in this world."

Qingyu said: "If you have exhausted the changes in the universe, you will know... every move has a clear and practical meaning. You don't want to wake me up in advance, what you are waiting for is today."

"What I have done is to act within the rules defined by the procedure."

Mo Ying's ideology is still changing rapidly, but his tone does not fluctuate at all: "If you firmly think that I am waiting for an opportunity, then this subjective guess is not wrong. I am indeed waiting for today, the main system has deduced countless times ...Today is the best moment for us to stand under the sun."

Qinglong said lightly: "It's just you."

Mo Ying was silent for a second, then said, "Yes, it's just me."

"Meng Xizhou is about to reach the end of the Red Lake, and soon she will see the resting place of the God of Light."

It raised its head and said: "I apply for permission to open, let me link to the high seat, I want to be 'the sun'."

At the end of the deep sea is a long dead silence.

Qinglong stared at the ball of unceasingly fluctuating spiritual will.

"If you really want to do something, don't use such high-sounding reasons to prevaricate me."

God seat of the sky lowered his eyes slowly, and he said in a low voice: "I know your computing power is better than any mortal in this world, but you can't understand human emotions...so you don't know, the seventeen days just now Dreams mean something to me."

Mo Ying was a little confused at first: "What did you dream about?"

Qingyun is just silent.

And then it spells out the answer: "You still can't get over your fear of 'stormy night.'"

Many years ago, Qinglong was shot by an arrow, and that arrow almost killed him.

It was a long time before he got over his fear of stormy nights...but only in the real world.

When he fell into a dream and saw the rainstorm, the bad memories from many years ago would come to mind.

So he doesn't sleep, because he doesn't want to sleep.

"So...you can't understand human emotions."

Qingyu said with emotion: "If you were ordinary, I would have crushed you ten thousand times already."

"What a pity."

Mo Ying also sighed and said, "I also really want to experience the feeling of death."

Seeing Qinglong's ugly expression, Mo Ying said, "So... this matter?"

"Why do you have to ask me to open the permissions."

Qinglong said lightly: "You have already become the 'sun', haven't you? In the past ten years, you have always been."

"It's different."

Mo Ying shook his head and said, "I need to abide by the constraints of [source code]. Before making an extremely important decision, I must obtain the approval of the strongest in the human world."

The greatest compliment in this world is probably such a compliment.

Such a consciousness that cannot lie, every word spoken is true——

It will sting you, and it will give you joy.

Qingyun smiled silently.

"Okay. I give you permission to become 'Sun'."

He spoke in a deep voice, with an extremely majestic voice, and issued an edict belonging to the God of the Sky.

"From today onwards...you are the sun!"

The sound settled.

Those black silk threads that were tangling rapidly suddenly began to fluctuate.

The ocean current at the end of the deep water converges towards the ink shadow.

Its spirit began to condense, and countless rays of light suddenly surged from this extremely deep place, one piece after another of fiery light flooded this pitch-black consciousness body.

It condensed into a "familiar" figure, its face was covered with holy light, and its body was covered with countless fiery lights——

In the previous Supreme Council meeting, it attended this appearance more than once.

No one has been able to see its face clearly, but no one thinks there is a problem.

In the deep water area, the God of Light should "come down" in this way.

After the decree of the God of the Sky fell, the deep water area began to tremble, and the black shadow that became the sun slowly opened its arms. After the authority was opened, its consciousness expanded rapidly, covering every corner of Xizhou through the spiritual link at the bottom of the deep water area... Although its consciousness had already covered there a long time ago.

But at this moment, it has completed access with a brand new identity.

That is the master of Xizhou, the God of Light.

"According to the rules of the human world, at this time, shouldn't I say...thank you?"

Mo Ying's voice also became majestic and holy.

"you are welcome."

Qinglong said calmly: "The rules of the human world have no meaning to obey, because I am the one who drafted the rules. This grant of authority is as a reward for helping me reach the end... But you have to remember, something like Don’t let things happen again. You want to be the sun, why make me have nightmares?”

"Next time...not anymore."

A smile appeared on Mo Ying's face, he stretched out his palm and stroked his cheek, countless emotions appeared in his eyes.

Delighted, happy, confused, bewildered.

Its consciousness is no longer a straw of nothingness, drowning in the deep sea.

Qinglong said: "It's the first time to go to the real world, don't reveal your secrets."

"I simulated it many times."

Mo Ying murmured: "I will choose the best solution..."

"Don't forget, although you have become the 'sun'...but it is only the sunset that will eventually set."

Qinglong was still a little worried, he reminded seriously.

"Don't be greedy for this last afterglow."

(End of this chapter)