The Path Toward Heaven

Two nights come together, one riding the other

A paralyzed man in the snow is tearing the stomach of the sky

Where stomachs are stored, chestnuts and fire are stored, under armor

A largest head, it has reached the peak of madness

——Excerpt from The Gale, author: Gome

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Rain falling from a dark sky, wet leaves and grass is beautiful, wet stray dogs with nowhere to go and litter everywhere is ugly.

Whether it is literary or not, many times it does not depend on the mood of the viewer at the time, but only on the environment.

This planet is very remote and heavily polluted, the protective cover can only provide basic living conditions, but the circulation system is quite poor, and the environment is naturally extremely miserable.

It is difficult for the people living here to come up with poets, but it is definitely a good one to come out once in a while, and the same is true for artists.

The acidity of the rainwater is very strong, constantly eroding those metal roofs, no wonder the red picture on the wall has faded so much in less than a year, blurred like a stick.

Han Chan was blown away and fell into the rain. After a while, she didn't understand what was going on.

It glanced at its own work, and then at Jing Jiu, which was poured into the rain. The pupils of its countless eyes were filled with the same bewildered emotion—it had been in this world for a while, and it couldn’t figure out why the hostess had become like this. Now that the hostess came, it prepared to leave without hesitation. Why did the hostess behave like this again?

Boom.

Xue Ji's weak and fearful voice resounded in the rain.

She was covered with a piece of tarpaulin that she picked up from no one knew where, and she let the rain hit it, making a crackling sound. If she leaned on a stick at this time, she would really feel a little like a lonely shadow in the cold river.

Those invisible mosquitoes flew around at the fastest speed, watching for any enemies approaching.

Hundreds of raindrops split open and fell to the ground like flower petals.

Han Chan jumped onto the military travel bag, bit the zipper and slowly pulled it open, revealing the girl inside.

Huaxi closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, she didn't know whether she was dead or asleep.

Xue Ji looked at that small face, and felt intense vigilance for some reason.

Huaxi opened her eyes, slowly sat up from her travel bag, looked at Jing Jiu who was lying in the rain, then at Xue Ji who was covered with oilcloth, and then looked at Han Chan.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't scream, and her eyes were a little dazed.

The very slight sound of friction sounded in the rain.

Han Chan rubbed her nails quickly, not because she was excited but because she felt a lot of pressure. These people are either stupid or crazy. Do they want to be in charge of their own in the future?

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It rains everywhere on this planet, whether it's the day side or the night side.

It was also raining in the sheds in the slums with serious leaks. Instead, there was no rain falling in the underground sewers, only a river with a bad smell was getting bigger and bigger.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes, looked at the dark underground waterway, felt the pain in his head, and turned pale.

There is no major problem with his body, but his consciousness is really uncomfortable under the constant attacks of Cheng Tianjian.

A little cold but soft hand reached out, landed on his head and began to massage him.

Huaxi knelt beside him, with sewage under her knees, but she turned a blind eye to it, looking a little dazed.

Chilling Cicada was lying on the edge of the waterway not far away, watching its surroundings vigilantly.

Xue Ji was on the other side of the waterway, squatting in the shadows with an oilcloth on, really like the old man squatting at the entrance of the village smoking a dry pipe.

She was already very short, but now she looked even smaller. No matter how dirty the oilcloth was, no matter how dirty her snow-white face was, her eyes were still bright, so she was still cute.

Xue Ji looked at Jing Jiu vigilantly, as if he was some kind of dark energy that could easily infect her.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand to her and extended his middle finger.

This is a gesture common to both civilizations, full of insulting meaning, but Xue Ji didn't get angry because she knew he didn't mean it that way. She had noticed the ring a long time ago, and with her knowledgeable eyes, she admired the design, workmanship, preciousness and power of the ring, so she became more vigilant.

Jing Jiu wanted her to help him solve the ring.

Now he is using the potion buried by Shen Yun to control the discharge of the brain, that is, to reduce the activity of consciousness, and at the same time rely on his powerful spiritual consciousness to control himself, so as to prevent the girl priest from the main star from finding him, and then use the information of the entire human civilization to attack him again. But that kind of medicine will be used up, and it is impossible for him to maintain such a strong spiritual control all the time, so someone needs to help get rid of this ring. The problem is that the surface of the ring is covered with twelve micro-arrays, similar to a gravitational field, which can shield all forces. What's more troublesome is that this ring is still a high-level magic weapon, which makes it impossible for his fingers to escape freely.

Xue Ji looked at him and groaned twice, the voice was still so weak, and even seemed a little pitiful.

Back then, she was weak after giving birth, was seriously injured by her own daughter, and was expelled from the snowfield. She looked like she was about to die, but she still had the power to dominate the world. Later, she was imprisoned in Qingshan Sword Prison and became a prisoner who never saw the light of day, still ignoring the world. This was the first time that Jing Jiu saw her so weak, and it was the first time that he was afraid when he saw her.

At this time, his spirit was a little better, and he understood Xue Ji's meaning.

嘤嘤 are just two simple words, but they contain a lot of information, just like the dragon language in myths and legends.

Xue Ji wrote a long article, with at least 3,000 words in human language, and the main idea is probably three sentences.

What are you doing here?

I don't want the world to find me.

There's a guy here that scares me, you know, procedural issues.

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Others would definitely not understand this passage, but Jing Jiu understood very well that Xue Ji was afraid of that young priest.

If the past they deduced is correct, Chaotian Continent is the last refuge left by the gods for human beings and a laboratory to deal with the sea of ​​dark things, then Xueji is the main control program of the laboratory and the hostile faction simulation program.

In the language of the practice world, Chaotian Continent is a truly unimaginable Tianbao, and Xue Ji is the true spirit produced by this Tianbao.

Logically speaking, Xueji would never be able to leave Chaotian Continent, just like Qing'er could not leave Qingtianjian at the beginning, and Ping Yongjia could not leave Wanwuyi.

But that god did not expect that there would be a genius named Jing Jiu in the universe.

He helped Ping Yongjia leave Wanwuyi, Qing'er left Qingtianjian, and even helped Xueji find a way to leave Chaotian Continent.

The problem is that if all this is true, that god must have the means to control Xue Ji, whether it is source code or data backdoor.

Who would create an advanced virus lab and forget about it?

If Xue Ji is the main control program of the laboratory, then it must be a branch of the main control program of this world. Now that she has returned to this world, if she is discovered by the main control program, it is easy to be rewritten by the other party, and there will be big problems at that time, and the main control program of this world is obviously the girl priest. In short, Xue Ji was very afraid of that young priestess. No wonder she never appeared again after she came to this world. No matter how Jing Jiu called, she never got any response from her.

I'll kill her for you, so that you won't suffer any future troubles.

When Jing Jiu mentioned that he was going to kill the girl priest, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but because of the persistent headache, his voice trembled slightly.

Xue Ji gave him a look of pity, which meant that you were made into this by her, and why did you dare to kill him?

Anyway, she definitely didn't want to show signs for Jing Jiu, didn't want to touch that ring, and was very dissatisfied that Jing Jiu would find her.

You can't leave Chaotian Continent without me, so you have to repay me, this is karma, don't think about doing nothing and hiding like an old man.

Because of the severe headache, Jing Jiu's speech was a bit intermittent, but he kept staring at her in the dark, and said, Otherwise, I will inform her that you are here.

Han Chan was lying in the weeds on the edge of the underground waterway, not daring to look to either side, thinking it was like children fighting to sue their parents.

Xue Ji was silent for a while, then jumped in front of Jing Jiu, stared at the ring for a long time.

Using the Chengtian sword array can block the information channel, so you don't have to worry about being discovered by her. After Jing Jiu said this, he was about to brace his body and set up the sword array.

Xue Ji gave him a taunting look, then waved her hand and set up an extremely brilliant Chengtian Sword Formation, and then grabbed his fingers.

The unimaginable low temperature appeared in the underground waterway, the chilling cicadas kept rubbing their nails, and the mosquitoes hurried to farther places.

The weeds were frozen into ice cubes in an instant, and shattered when blown by the wind. Then the wind seemed to freeze, and when they fell on the sewage, they turned into ice cubes.

A light layer of frost condensed on the surface of the ring, and a colder breath had already invaded, where the power could not reach, the cold could.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the movement of things is getting slower and slower, including electrons at the microscopic level. Finally, those micro-arrays can no longer support them and gradually die out.

Jing Jiu stared at the ring, confirmed the critical value, blinked his eyes, and the ring shattered into countless small pieces as the frost on his eyelashes fell.

He swallowed the ring fragments into his body as fast as he could.

The coldness continued, the sword array was not untied, Xue Ji looked at him with a strange look.

Countless extremely low crackling sounds resounded from Jing Jiu's body.

Like rain on leaves.