Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Everything is illusory.

In the 34th year of Huai'an calendar, it was the last year of the empire.

The aristocratic families were divided and merged, and the people were miserable. Outside, there were barbarians and Di who repeatedly invaded the borders, and inside there were powerful people who exploited the people.

When I sweep across the world, I see bones all over the wilderness, thousands of miles away from people; when I look at the world, I see seven deaths after seven deaths, and only one among a hundred people is left.

Walking through the wilderness, the first thing you see is not soil and weeds, but white bones mixed in rocks and shrubs. Lush vegetation has grown on these too many corpses, and now it has become a lush forest.

When entering the city, the first thing you see are not the residences of the people, but the castle-like walls of the tall houses. These towering walls span the entire city, turning the originally inhabited city into a fortress.

In this era when the authority of the royal family has collapsed, and many powerful families are trying to dominate the world and separatist power, human life is the most valuable resource and the least valuable price.

Either don't get attached or die.

Like aquatic plants in the water, they can only sway in the direction of the river.

At first, the disturbances were just minor disputes between localities, and then they became blatant attacks among the major warlords. From the first war on, the crumbling corpse of the empire began to decay rapidly.

The prairie fire ignited this turbulent era. From now on, there is no peace in the streets. The soldiers' shouts of killing resounded throughout the country, and their blood soaked every piece of land and every river in this world.

Troubled times.

The so-called troubled times mean that there is no order, no rules, and no peace. Killing is the norm, and being killed is also the norm. Twenty people fled their hometowns. In the end, only one person can reach the destination, and only the haggard remains in a village. old people, because everyone else was conscripted into hard labor as young men, and even the descendants of one township after another were extinct.

There is no one in the countryside, and the city is full of bones; the people eat each other, and people are twice as valuable as cattle and sheep.

Ordinary people either become slaves of the powerful, or they avoid all this and go to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

At most, it is nothing more than raising the flag of rebellion, either killing the powerful people and being responsible for it, or being wiped out by the powerful people, turning your head into another skull that can nourish the grass and trees.

It seems that for ordinary people, the only option is to avoid it all.

But who can really avoid the troubled times sweeping the world?

Someone saw all this.

He saw farmers who went deep into the mountains to open up wasteland and spent more than ten years cutting down forests, slashing and burning, carrying water from the surrounding streams for irrigation, and carefully burying wheat seeds... He saw farmers who usually ate the wind and drank the dew, their bodies were exhausted from the hard work, and they vomited blood. He fell to the ground, but his children took over the burden and worked tirelessly to chop up tree roots, remove boulders, level the land, and drive away poisonous insects.

It took two generations to reclaim the wild land in the mountains that was not even a few acres of thin fields. In this way, not to mention other things, at least there was hope for the future, so that every meal would not be a luxury.

But no one can escape the troubled times.

A defeated army fled into the mountains and forests. These men with armor and soldiers didn't even think about it before they killed a farmer's family who was just farming. These terrified defeated soldiers vented their fear and anger, insulted the female family members, and cooked the corpses, just like Every defeated army in that era did the same thing.

Then, they took away all the food, not caring that the thin fields that had taken more than ten years to open up were trampled into a piece of white ground, and they didn't care what the destruction represented.

Because that means nothing.

It is suffering and nothingness, just like everything that happens all the time in the multiverse.

Someone who was waiting saw all this.

He knows better than anyone else that this is the cyclical process of human history. Hundreds of years ago, such troubled times occurred once, and hundreds of years later, such troubled times will occur again.

He knows better than anyone else that such troubled times will continue for decades, until the redundant population is wiped out, until the warlords of the major families are unified, until foreign barbarians plunder the world, and until all the people in the world, including the high-ranking gentlemen, are fed up. , when we want to reunify the world and build another empire.

Even, until productivity develops to a certain height, and humans start using other instruments to kill each other, and the instruments become so powerful that they destroy everyone, fear and checks and balances can bring temporary peace.

Until then.

Only then will all this chaos end 'temporarily'.

This is the natural law of history, and this is the correct historical trajectory. After all, if we don't wait until all of this reaches its destined point, what if we can calm down the troubled times?

There are not enough resources, and no one has peace of mind. The competition among the clans is not so great that they have to drop talents arbitrarily. The military resources among the warlords are still abundant, and the foreign barbarians are not strong enough to scare the successors of these empires. And unite... If these conditions are not met, even if the empire is still unified, it will collapse again.

wait.

Waiting is the most unmistakable choice. If there is no other truly feasible way to save the entire world, then waiting is the right thing to do. Reaching out randomly is just to join the group of people who are turbulent for the common people and become one of them.

The so-called general trend of the world is nothing more than this.

but.

He felt that these decades were too slow.

There were countless people struggling in dire straits. As long as he saw their miserable cries and heard their heart-rending cries of grief, he could not hold back or wait.

He wanted to end this troubled world as soon as possible.

So, he didn't wait any longer.

In the 34th year of Huai'an calendar, a saint appeared from the mountains and wilds, civilized the barbarians, and tamed the Border Di. Seven frontier towns surrendered without fighting, and the surrounding refugees joined them one after another.

He used his troops like a god, defeated three sieges by aristocratic families, and captured cities and territories one after another. When he held twelve cities, he officially raised the flag and called it Pingtian, intending to clean up the heaven and earth and bring peace to the universe.

Under the banner of Pingtian, there are only a few capable people, but the sage teaches according to his aptitude and educates all the people under his command. Within three years, the ignorant people can know themselves, recognize words, know the future, distinguish between good and evil, have ambitions in their hearts, and have strategies in their belly.

Inside, the sage adjusted taxes, reorganized labor, reopened water conservancy, divided troops and farmed fields, enriched the people's interests, and made new laws, so that every family had something to rely on, and their hearts had something to hold on to. The people's hearts are like water in a low-lying area, which naturally gathers together.

Outside, the saints blocked the five coalition forces at the pass, and defeated the three armies in a one-night raid. The invasion of Yi and Di was defeated and conquered one after another. The Pingtian Banner is in front of us. There are countless people who defected before the war and sincerely surrendered after the war.

The saint holds troops, but he is not warlike. If there is no provocation from an external enemy, he never initiates an attack. He is always patient and can wait until everything is ready under his command, and his troops and horses are strong. He can wipe out the world in just one battle, rather than in succession. It took more than ten years of fierce fighting to defeat the enemy before taking action.

After seven years of rest and recuperation, the country became rich and the army was strong, and the banner of peace was raised, and he became invincible. Whether it was the private military fortress of a wealthy family or the powerful armor of a local warlord, everything melted as quickly as ice under the scorching sun. Disappeared, and even the remaining drops of water quickly dried up, because the people under their rule had waited for thousands of years, and finally waited for an army that did not harm the masses.

In ten years, the saint swept across the world and completed a great cause that should have taken decades of heroes competing for hegemony and tens of millions of casualties.

The flag of peace is raised high, so the world is at peace.

But this is not the end, just the beginning.

There are no enemies, no threats, no matter how tenacious the will is, the productivity will be insufficient in the final analysis. The generals and officials of the past have once again begun to gradually become new aristocrats and families. The lives of civilians are indeed better. This is undeniable It's a fact, but which country didn't have this kind of atmosphere when it was founded?

Even if the saint has all kinds of magical skills and thousands of strange strategies in his mind, it is difficult to use them because of the times.

The bottom line is that he is only mortal at the end of the day, and he will die.

——After his death, the Pingtian flag will fly high for a hundred years, and then new mergers will begin and new monopolies will continue. As long as the nature of human genes and the natural laws of biological survival cannot be modified, all this is bound to happen. Even if it happens thousands of years later, when everyone can have enough to eat, this merger and monopoly will continue to unfold in another form.

One person can leverage the general trend of history, reverse the tide of the times, and create the foundation of humanity on his own. Such a person is a saint, and his will will remain at the bottom of a civilization's thinking. Whether it is criticism or approval, he It has always been there, even if some people may not know it, some words and some principles have entered their hearts.

It means immortality.

When the saint passed away, all the people mourned and the whole country wept. The incense and temples for sacrifices could be seen even in the remote Yi and Di tribes. The herdsmen in the far-flung frontiers shed tears and missed the saint's kindness.

He died, but he did not leave.

The world that should not have souls has condensed souls due to countless people's thoughts and belief in their Tao. The saints' spirits walk in temples and the world, witnessing the changes in the world, the reincarnation of dynasties, and the vicissitudes of the world.

He saw the Pingtian flag decline, decay, and fall, and a new flag, a new flag that inherited His will, rose. This cycle went on many times, until the era finally reached the step it should be, with the mechanical The new era finally arrived when the roaring roar of the steel giant swallowed up many artifacts in a few minutes that a skilled human being could not forge in several years.

In this process, the spirit of the saint sometimes guides, sometimes enlightens, sometimes bestows inspiration, sometimes guides the talented and talented to the right path and becomes a new saint - He is always with all people, and does not wait even after death. It is to continuously perform for the world that He loves and expects, and yearns for them to move towards a glorious and correct future.

Finally, this civilization began to set foot on the sea of ​​​​stars, began to set foot on the distance, and began to set foot on the boundless universe.

This is another beginning, another journey.

The spirit of the saint is always there, until the very end.

He and His people reached the frontier of the universe, the boundary of the world - there was no place left to explore, no place to go up, the world was unified, all minds were lofty, and what they initially pursued was just peace. , but now, he is chasing the right above peace.

As long as this barrier is opened, we can break away from the barrier of our universe and move to a larger and broader stage.

Before the plan was implemented, someone murmured to himself, and beside her, another engineer closed his eyes: The First Saint is watching us.

The huge reality drilling machine spans the entire galaxy. It will shake the balance of the universe, break down the world's barriers, and open a path to 'reality' in the simplest and crudest way.

But it's all illusory.

This is just a dream.

Just when the reality drilling machine was about to start, an ordinary finger stretched out from 'outside reality', covering the 'eyes' of all living beings, and even the entire universe, and even the person who stretched out this finger stretched out his own eyes. Eye.

He covered the eyes of all observers, so everything fell into silence.

【Just wait】

In the Vientiane Burial Ground, Infinite Prisoner Lin Kelda stretched out a finger.

He passed through a bright and hot dream, which was the brightest, most majestic and most righteous dream among all dreams. Sometimes, even He would be slightly distracted by such a dream and couldn't help but Sighing.

But at the end of the day, it's still just a dream.

After the death of a god, in the unwillingness and immortality of the law, he used his own heart and soul to weave a dream in the boundless universe.

And there are a thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, hundreds of billions of such dreams.

In the Vientiane Burial Ground, there are infinite dreams like this.

The jailer closed his eyes and no longer looked at the angry sentient beings inside the prison. He sighed and said softly: Don't come to this universe...just keep waiting. This is not an era where you can manifest from dreams.

[At least now, it’s not your time]

[In this burial place of all things, in this endless prison...only then can you dream, only then can you look forward, only then can you have a dream-like future and hope]

[If you come to reality and come to this place, you will be powerless, and you will even... suffer disaster]

[Why! ]

In that one finger of silence, everything was forgotten, and time seemed to flow backwards.

Only a saint can angrily ask reality in this countercurrent dream universe: I don't care what I am, it's the remnants of the gods, the delusion in the dream, it doesn't matter even if it's a slight illusion—— But those people, those sentient beings, they deserve to have real happiness! ]

[I have sworn that I will make sure that everyone can enjoy peace and have their dreams - I have succeeded, why don't you let me give it a 'real' try? ! ]

The most ordinary looking man stood up.

Dreams that can communicate with him are more than just dreams. He will respect them as reality.

What's more, what's the difference between reality and illusion?

In a book, what is the difference between the people in the dream and the people in the book?

Therefore, He answered seriously: Because you are not ready yet

[We are ready to deal with everything - including destruction, oblivion, and even the dissipation of existence, as illusory as a waking dream! ]

The sage replied firmly: [I have already prepared - face nothingness and accept the rightness]

[You are not yet, or in other words, you may be ready to face ‘nothingness’, but you are not yet ready to face ‘reality’]

Linkelda calmly replied: [I am just the jailer, not the warden, nor the person who built this endless prison - I am not qualified to let you out. The time has not come yet, and I cannot let any prisoner who does not meet the conditions leave.]

[You may have really had the determination and courage, but you didn’t wait until you should wake up]

He extended a finger again, a finger that contained respect and admiration.

Faced with this finger, even the spirit of a saint could not maintain it. The dream began to roll back and shrink. The backflow of thinking was like the reversal of time. Everything returned to reality before the piercer was created.

That period of time was like it never existed.

[So...just in the dream, keep dreaming]

[This is your punishment... and also your protection]

[No! ! ]

But even so, the saint's spirit was still unwilling when the dream began to roll back. His eyes could already cross the boundary between dreams and reality and see the vastness of the real universe.

He saw the truth about the Wanxiang Burial Ground, as well as the many Mechanical Gods shuttled through the Wanxiang Burial Ground, the endless army that was rising up against the Ruins of Creation and swarming out.

He angrily rebuked: Why? Why can these dreams turn into reality? Why can these cold, cruel monsters that distort the principle of nothingness enjoy reality? ! ]

[Prisoner, tell me, even though they are not ready, why can they be released from prison? How can it no longer be a dream? ! ]

[They are indeed not ready yet]

The jailer said softly: But it's different. Your sentence is different from the one you're chasing.

[They have finally waited for this era. They have left this cage and gone to a bigger cage to receive their real disasters and punishments... And everything you have been waiting for, expecting, and wanting to achieve is now There is no soil for the reality. Letting you come out is the prelude to the real suffering]

[Sleep and wait - dreaming within a dream is more real than the reality in the dream]

[——————]

The saint's voice became fainter and fainter until it could not be heard clearly.

But you can hear the indignation, unwillingness, anger and determination in it.

Only I can't feel any negative despair, confusion, pain and sorrow.

Even if it is forgotten...the light left by the flame still remains in people's sight.

The bright dream dimmed, it returned to countless dreams in the burial ground of all things, no longer manifested, no longer like reality.

The jailer sat silently on the black dwarf, closing his eyes and meditating.

[I won’t say I’m sorry] He whispered to himself: [This is the destination you deserve]

As we all know, each of the Ten Heavenly Gods has a small universe, which is the supreme creation created by many strong men in the past who seized the power of the big universe for their own truth.

In their respective small universes, gods can better understand the nature of truth and the power of many supernatural powers. Mortals living in them can, as long as they can understand the nature of the truth of the universe, be far away in both practice and life. It is more comfortable, free, fast and satisfying than the big universe.

Therefore, many residents of the Creation World are proud to be stationed in the small universes of major pantheons - that means they have truly entered the core of a pantheon and become the 'chosen' group of people.

Of course, there is also a unique pantheon like the Abyssal Dao that accepts all the people under its command into the small universe, but this is not the case for other pantheons.

The small universe is a unique creation of the Ten Heavenly Gods, and is their representative as the supreme administrator of the universe.

But this does not mean that other forces do not have their own background.

The four forbidden areas... each have their own trump cards, background, and even their existence itself, which is extremely unique.

The vortex of strife occupies the time and space of the outer universe. They give up the rich resources of the universe, but have a wider multiverse void.

In the Extreme Sky Tower, countless practitioners attach their personal mental worlds and personal planes to it, creating an almost infinite tower that reaches the sky. If it can be built successfully, it will inevitably create a small universe, or even a A normal universe independent of the world of creation!

The Ruins of Creation... holds the greatest secret and the highest authority in this world of creation.

And the Vientiane Burial Ground... itself may be the prototype of another small universe.

A prototype of a universe full of disaster, pain, despair, loneliness, confusion and confusion.

A universe formed by the remnants of countless gods, countless sentient beings, and even the fallen will of the universe... In such a world, if an initial flame can be ignited, shining through all the chaos of nothingness, and allowing the 'power of existence' to transform all things As soon as it is born, it will probably surpass the small universe created by the Ten Heavens God System and directly become another large universe that is close to the world of creation.

And how tough and powerful should the strong man who emerges from such a universe be?

The jailer can see such a future. He knows the nature of the Vientiane Burial Ground and its future achievements.

So, He waited.

Of course, not all dreams are worth looking forward to, and not all meanings are worth pursuing.

Some dreams can give birth to the most powerful flames, so the fire needs to be carefully cared for.

And some dreams, if they exist, will exude the poison of confusion and nothingness.

Since they are all nothingness, there is no such thing as dreams and reality.

Let them come out, come out of the illusory punishment, let them witness the real rightness, the real future and hope...and then endure the real and real suffering of reality.

In this way, those who have lost their way may be able to clearly understand the mistakes they have made and know their own fallacies.

Raising his head, the Infinite Jailer stared at the endless fleet that shuttled between the stars like a meteor shower.

It was an army led by many mechanical gods and creation machine gods from the Vientiane Burial Ground to attack the Ruins of Creation.

If we say, the burial place of all things is a dream after death.

Then the Ruins of Creation is the hammer that can create things from the void and turn dreams into reality.

With the [Hedao Arms·Creation Oven] of the Ruins of Creation, the illusory burial place of all things will be transformed into the eleventh small universe of the entire Creation World, and even a large universe that can be independent of the Creation World. ——At that time, the universe bred from the Burial Ground of All Things, the 'All Things' formed by the entanglement of all dreams, may become the platform for people to ascend to the sky for a torrent of achievements.

Nothing wrong with that.

It was the war between the Ten Heavenly God System and the will of the universe that created the Wanxiang Burial Ground, so the war between the Ten Heavenly God System and the sentient beings in the universe was nothing more than a legitimate revenge.

They are just dreams of corpses, how can they not be allowed to take revenge on the former killers?

And the Ruins of Creation... is the least innocent one among them.

[Titan Androacto...you took out the most important 'dream' from the Burial Ground of All Things]

Whispering to himself, Linkelda lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly: [She should not have escaped from her prison. The entire Wanxiang Burial Ground was built for her. If it hadn't been for the original Zhu Zhou, I wouldn't have even known that His fragments had been People steal... Haha, there will always be people who intend to escape from prison, and there will always be people who rob prisons, but I really didn’t expect that someone would actually do this and do such a meaningless thing]

Closing his eyes, the jailer whispered: [Why don't you want to wait? Obviously in the distant future, He will be reborn, in a universe that truly loves Him and truly worships Him as Lord]

[Waiting... is the right thing. One day, everyone can usher in the future they want]

【And I...can also sleep peacefully】

However, there are always people who are unwilling to wait.

Just like waiting is not the only right thing, there are always other ways, there are always other possibilities that can lead to a 'better' future.

Buzz…

Buzz——

boom!

Before Lin Kilda could close his eyes, he, the many Mechanical Gods in the Ruins of Creation, and the many Mechanical Gods of Creation all felt an inexplicable vibration.

A huge earthquake that is real and true, shaking the space and time of the surrounding universe!

Earthquakes originating from the essence of the universe, the great avenue!

Therefore, the powerful Hedao men raised their heads and stared sharply at the far end, while many other powerful men also used their magical powers, sacrificed their magic weapons and magic weapons, and looked towards the other side of the vast starry sky, where the vibration originated.

boom! Boom...boom!

At first, it was just a vibration, but as it got closer, the vibration seemed to turn into a bell, as if someone was ringing the sound of time and space, singing the sound of the avenue.

The endless spiritual energy, and even the subspace itself, are rising like huge waves like a tidal wave, with layers of ripples rolling, and even turning the invisible spiritual energy into a cyan light tide, surging endlessly in the sea of ​​​​stars, washing away the stars in all directions.

For a time, most of the endless burial ground army that was supposed to be pressing towards the Ruins of Creation stopped and stared at the time and space in amazement. They couldn't figure out what was happening here.

[There is a strange truth inserted into this universe, time and space... But it is not a Hedao weapon, nor a Hedao strong man? 】

[Someone has stepped onto the edge of Hedao and is in the process of Hedao... Who is it? ! There should be no such strong person on the critical point in the Ten Heaven God System! 】

[Even if there is, who dares to join the Tao in this most chaotic time in a million years, when the world is about to overturn, and there will be a cataclysm? ! 】

For a moment, everyone was confused.

All one could hear was that along with the endless vibrations, a young and steady figure came from afar from the other side of the boundless time and space.

It was a young man with long black hair. His appearance was perfect and even more divine. He stepped into the void of the universe. Every step he took passed through thousands of stars. Time and space were twisted and shrunk around it, and the light was also distorted. Even the red and blue shifts are not abnormal.

The young man walked in this vast universe. Even in the sealed universe, he did not walk among the stars so casually, and he had little chance to step out of the Milky Way.

But in this world of creation, he participated in a war that spanned the entire observable universe, tens of millions of habitable river systems, swept through the entire large universe and ten small universes, and involved many powerful people. war.

So he sighed, looking around at the vast river formed by the structure of the universe, and the stars shining with their own colors in the dark vacuum of the universe. He stared curiously at the brilliance of the many stars, which were dotted in the dark background one by one, but still persisted. A fire that flickers its own flame.

It can be seen that even in the direct time of creation, there are endless cracks in time and space that span the entire multiverse. The dark cracks tear apart the frozen void and the turbulence of time and space. Its existence itself has become this Common sense about the multiverse.

Darkness and light intertwine to form this multiverse.

Therefore, young people yearn for light and never ignore darkness.

He turned his head and looked at the Wanxiang Burial Ground in front of him.

This is the sad dream of all living beings.

Killed, destroyed, destroyed, damaged, worn out, forgotten.

Each one has their name and past ignored, and there is no future or hope.

They are just dreams now, and no one in the Ten Heavens God System cares about these illusory shadows.

Only a lone jailer watches over it all.

However, in this dark and turbid dream, there are still some bright flames burning. Those dreams are so bright that they reflect auroras in the Wanxiang Burial Ground.

——If we say that pure darkness is nothing more sad than the death of the heart, and makes people have no thoughts except despair, then it is not the most terrifying thing.

——The most terrifying thing is that there is still a beam of light, a little flame, and a bright star shining in the darkness... This is hope, the most terrifying hope that can also kill people.

Attracted by this hope, all residents in the darkness will stretch out their hands, like moths to the fire. Just because they want to get closer to the light, they will extinguish the light instead, causing true despair to come and true nothingness to come.

so.

Requires dusk.

need to wait.

The prison needs a jailer.

Just as right...need a last resort insurance.

Even if the light is dimmed... it will not be extinguished.

Just like the dark night, eternal and endless.

Unless there is a miracle, no one can come out of this burial place of all things, the wreckage of the universe.

Even a young man said with emotion: Even if it is a miracle, it will definitely take a long time to wait, so that you can wait until all the opportunities come together, wait until all the causes and effects come together, then you can walk out openly.

If you leave early, it will be a bad consequence. It is equivalent to abandoning all darkness and abandoning those dreams that are longing for light but are completely dark.

【Candleday? ! 】

【Original candle day! 】

At this moment, finally, the many weapon gods at the Wanxiang Burial Ground finally saw the whole face of the young man and knew his origin.

Hence the exclamation.

Su Zhou, who was approaching, also turned his head and looked at the many Mechanical Gods.

Then, his eyes focused on the ordinary man who was silent and standing on the black dwarf star.

I'm here next to Su Zhou.

When he spoke, the earth trembled, and even the dead silence and emptiness inherent in the All Things Burial Ground, the despair and confusion, were all invisible under the vibration of this voice.

It seemed like day was falling.

The original Zhu Zhou’s voice was firm: “Today I will visit the Wanxiang Burial Ground.”

I came here to test the way!

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