The Path Toward Heaven

Looking at this scene, the old man showed a sad expression on his face.

Tong Yan waved her hand, and a plastic bag was separated, revealing a human body.

The first moment he came to the cave, he checked with his spiritual sense, and confirmed that the bags contained were all biochemical humans, with similar, near-perfect appearances, but completely different and strange internal structures. Some are mechanically inclined, some are internally repaired, some biological cells have been completely replaced by some spar material, and some have completely become walking weapons.

He guessed part of the truth, and asked, Here are all the spare bodies buried by Shen Yun?

The old man lowered his head and said, Since it's a body, anyone can use it.

Tong Yan was silent for a while, understood the whole truth, and felt a lot of sympathy for that guy named Shen Yunbu.

With the information provided by Mr. Dan, he knows the story of Shen Yunbu very well.

In the legend of the Galaxy Alliance, Shen Yunbu is a mysterious and noble son. Who would have thought that his cultivation, study, body transformation, all these efforts in life evolution, even his whole life, are just an experiment, and in the end, he is just waiting for his father to pick the delicious fruit.

By the fountain on the ground, the old man in the hat sitting on the bench lowered his head and did not speak.

Tong Yan looked at the plastic bags hanging from the ceiling of the cave, but didn't speak.

He believes that his judgment and calculations are correct, maybe there is no alarm clock here, but a person like Shen Yunbu will definitely leave a glimmer of life for him, the question is where is that glimmer of life?

I don't know where the young master is now, but I know there is someone beside him now, we just need to find or wake up that person. The old man who followed him into the cave said softly.

It turned out that this old man was the lifeline.

Did Shen Yunbu know of that person's existence? Tong Yan turned around and asked.

The old man said: I arranged that for the young master.

Tong Yan looked at the old man's wrinkled face and asked, Why?

The old man said: The young master has a bad temper, but he is kind to me.

The reason is simple, but simple reasons have power.

The back road Shen Yun buried for himself was so simple. He didn't trust all human beings, but he trusted this biochemical man even more.

Tong Yan asked: How to notify or wake up that person?

The old man did not speak, and walked towards the end of the hanging bodies in the cave, slowly opened a plastic bag, and inserted his hand into the belly of the human body, holding something.

The next moment, an extremely faint aura emerged from the belly of that human body, easily penetrated the thick rock formation and the formation outside the Shen family's old house, and headed towards all directions of the universe.

Tong Yan felt it quietly for a moment, and confirmed that it should be some kind of neutrino communication method. The signal is very weak, but it can remain stable for a long time, which means that it can pass through the twist rate hole and reach every corner of the local group of galaxies.

You arranged this too? He looked at the old man and said.

The old man's arm kept moving in the belly of the human body. He should be doing some kind of adjustment. He didn't turn his head and said, In order to ensure that the young master will not be discovered by anyone, even he himself doesn't know where the battleship is. According to the same principle, since this is the last security measure, I can't let the young master know, otherwise it will cause problems.

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said: What he left for himself is not a glimmer of life, but an immortal road.

The old man said: Thank you for your compliment to the young master.

Tong Yan said: Since you know something happened to him, why don't you activate the communication equipment here.

The old man said: Master's puppet looks at the fountain, I can't enter the cave, I can only wait for someone who is willing to save the young master to come to the old house... I thought the young master had no friends, but now it seems that I still underestimated him.

Tong Yan said: I don't know your young master, I just figured out that he should have left something in the Shen family's old house, since he is a crazy poet.

The old man withdrew his arm, wiped off the mucus on the cloth, looked at him and said seriously: You know the young master very well, and you also know the poet very well, and you have an amazing mind.

Tong Yan said, Yes.

The old man walked up to him, looked at the luggage bag in his hand and asked, I'm really curious, what kind of bomb has been designed by a mind like yours, so that the master is a little afraid.

The bomb in the luggage bag has unimaginable power. It can directly destroy a planet. Only then can the Patriarch Qingshan in the distance keep silent, and only then can those strong in the Chengye Realm stay away. The problem is that humans in the Galaxy Alliance have never invented such a powerful weapon. It can only be pushed back to the ancient civilization era, or the time when the Qingshan Patriarch used the fleet to form the Qingshan Sword Formation...

The principle is very simple. Tong Yan led the old man back to the ground, and patiently answered: I put hundreds of the most powerful multi-phase nuclear bombs into a magic weapon of space.

It is indeed a very simple principle. The increasing power of those bombs in the history of human civilization depends on the constant confrontation between the heat pressure and the shell of the projectile.

The stronger the casing, the stronger the heat pressure, and the more powerful the bomb.

This is what the most basic nuclear bombs do, and then they are gradually upgraded until the multi-phase nuclear bombs can no longer be upgraded, because there is no shell that can resist that kind of heat pressure.

Who would have thought that Tong Yan would have such a method.

Those previous ascenders failed to develop this kind of weapon, not because of lack of imagination and wisdom, but because it was difficult for them to find such a magic weapon, and even if they had it, they would probably be reluctant to use it.

The magic weapon of space that can be used as the outer wall of hundreds of multi-phase nuclear bombs must be the greatest magic weapon in the practice world of Chaotian Continent.

At this time, the magic weapon in Tong Yan's luggage is a jug.

There is a world in the pot.

In fact, the pot was not a magic weapon at the beginning, but a way of Taoism.

When Canglong incarnated as the Demon Suppressing Prison in Chaoge City, he used this method to trap the Emperor of the Underworld.

Before leaving Chaotian Continent, Tong Yan went to Chaoge City. With the help of Zen Zi, she took out the stomach of the Canglong corpse, and used Qilin's blood for a second sacrificial refining process to make such a pot, and then flew away from Chaotian Continent with it.

The Taoism of heaven and earth as a pot is powerful, and the magic weapon made by refining the corpses of gods and beasts with Taoism is naturally extremely powerful, but what is really powerful is his will—the will to dare to think and use in this way.

This is the ability to practice on the chess game.

The old man had lived in the Shen family for hundreds of years, and he knew some of these nouns. He vaguely understood his meaning, and said with emotion: You are indeed remarkable.

Tong Yan said, It's okay.

Ascenders who have read the novel called Da Dao Chaotian know that he is very resourceful, but they don't think highly of his cultivation realm and strength, and think it is just ordinary. However, Tong Yan has a high opinion of herself, and thinks that she can be ranked in the top three among the successive leaders of the Zhongzhou faction, and can also be ranked in the top ten among all the Ascendants.

After a few or two sentences of dialogue, they had already left the depths of the mountainside and returned to the fountain pool. The old man looked at the old man wearing a hat in the pool, his eyes gradually moved up, and he saw more old men with hats who looked exactly like him, making tea, sweeping the floor, and dazed, and suddenly said: Can you burn this place?

Tong Yan said: Do you think they don't want to live like this, do they want to die?

The old man said, Is it important?

In his opinion, these old people with hats were raised like pigs in the Shen family's old house, and their lives were meaningless. Whether it was the replicants in the courtyard or the biochemical robots in the underground cave, they were actually just corpses.

Tong Yan looked at the old man and asked: Even if Shen Yunbuy made a back door in your program, how did you break through the ideological imprint?

The old man said: I am not a human being, I have no thoughts.

This is naturally not the real answer. The more likely answer may be that he broke through some kind of barrier in the process of awakening his consciousness. But if everything here is going to be burned later, the question doesn't make much sense.

You like this museum. Tong Yan said.

The old man said: The museum is very safe. As long as you don't use the bomb in your luggage, there are very few ways in the universe to destroy it.

The old man in the hat on the bench across from the pool looked up and said, I thought we had a deal.

The old man said to Tong Yan: Master is a bad guy, he never abides by any agreement, so you don't need to have any psychological burden.

The two identical old men in hats looked at Tong Yan, waiting for his decision before leaving.

I've never had any psychological burden on my part.

Tong Yan reached out and patted the old man, then looked at the old man across the pool and said, Do you know what is the most important thing in playing chess? The first lesson is to learn to regret.

After saying this, he waved his sleeve lightly, and the water droplets on the fountain suddenly shattered into very fine water droplets, which became real fog.

In just an instant, thick mist enveloped the entire Shen family's old house, connecting with the mist in the mountain formation.

The old people in hats in the mist closed their eyes one after another, and fell into a deep sleep. From time to time, they could hear the sound of brooms falling to the ground and teapots smashing.

The mist flows along the stone steps into the deep mountain, like the gentlest waterfall.

What's your name? Before Tong Yan left, she looked at the old man and asked gently.

The old man was stunned. He had never heard of this question. Basically no one came to the old Shen family house, and even if someone came, they would not care who he was. Moreover, the people living here wore the same hat, had the same face, and stayed for the same time.

He frowned and thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered that he did have a name.

Huang Mujin. He looked at Tong Yan and said with a smile: This is the name the young master gave me when I was a child. No one has called it for many years.

Hello Huang Mujin, goodbye Huang Mujin.

Tong Yan flew up through the air, rolling up a white ribbon of cloud like satin.

The fog in the Shen family's old house lightened up, making the clouds in the sky thicker.

He came to the edge of the atmosphere, looked back to the ground, and saw the picture of the mountaintop.

The Shen family's old house was burning, and the mist seemed to be the best fuel. In a short period of time, the courtyards and terraces were burned to ruins.

A few Yecheng experts in the distance looked at the burning Shen family's old house, and wanted to go to rescue it, but they were afraid of the bag in his hand and dared not approach it.

Tong Yan ignored these strong men and looked down quietly.

The Shen family's old house was full of flames.

The fountains were all burned out.

The flames flowed down the stone steps into the depths of the mountainside, igniting the human bodies in the plastic bags.

The cornices of the white walls outside the museum have also collapsed, revealing a bright metal structure, and the formations and high-tech protection methods inside have begun to function.

Charred bodies littered the courtyard.

The old man stood in the middle of the pool holding a torch, waved goodbye to the sky, and gradually transformed.

Tong Yan took one last look, turned around and flew into the dark universe with her luggage bag in hand, and disappeared into a stream of light without a trace.