MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 274
The collapse of Vivienne's crystal screen caused a chain reaction, and the entire hall began to vibrate violently. A snake-like pitch-black crack climbed up the seemingly indestructible stone pillars, affecting other battle crystal screens that began to crumble, turning on and off. , like a bad signal.
But the changes in the vibration of the hall could not attract the attention of the two people in the arena. Tong Fuyuan disappeared from the spot at the nick of time, and when he reappeared, he was already at the farthest edge of the hall. His eyes were tearing apart, his calm face was broken, his eyes were full of horror, blood-like liquid gushed out from the gap in his half body, and half of his body disappeared, blood spurted out, he was extremely embarrassed, but the wound was unexpected Flat and smooth.
Even the sharpest sword could not have such an effect, as if his half body was swallowed by some rules. The blood blinded his eyes, and no one could see the great fear and fear deep in Tong Fuyuan's eyes. His face was as pale as paper, and every breath made more blood spurt out of his body. At the same time, he could see the almost invisible The black air permeated from nowhere and poured into Tong Fuyuan's body.
The severe wounds on half of his body made the black air that was almost invisible to the naked eye obvious, and they were attached to those wounds. Tong Fuyuan was trembling all over, and the veins on his forehead were bulging ferociously, as if he had endured great pain. But the blood that flowed out was gradually decreasing, and the wound where the black mist adhered seemed to have condensed into a layer of gray-pink flesh, which looked dirty and terrifying, exuding an evil aura.
"Mr. Wu Rong..."
The trembling words came out of Tong Fuyuan's mouth, he seemed to be smiling, but the smile was particularly ferocious and distorted because of the blood. His voice was very soft, almost weak, with a bit of bitterness and helplessness in his tone.
"Your recovery time was much shorter than expected."
cluck-
The sound of the stone cracking was accompanied by Tong Fuyuan's voice, and the two-meter-high formation core spar began to crack from it, and the crystal shells peeled off and fell, but disappeared without a trace before falling to the ground. This scene is like a baby bird breaking its shell in nature, but it is a bit more mysterious and weird than it. A slender and tall white figure guarding in front of the core spar is Fu Qingnan.
He left the battle with Tong Fuyuan without hesitation, and arrived at the spar immediately. All attention was put on the figure sealed in the spar, and Tong Fuyuan was not given half of his attention. But even he couldn't fully walk in front of the spar, as if there was an invisible force preventing him from approaching. Fu Qingnan's body was also full of scars, scarlet blood streaked across his cheeks, but it wasn't caused by fighting Tong Fuyuan, but because he was too close to the spar in the first place.
The scars were obvious, but no blood flowed out, as if the wounds were not simply on the body, but on a more essential level. Fu Qingnan's face was not much more **** than Tong Fuyuan's. A pair of black eyes stared closely at Wu Rong, who was gradually revealed from the shattered spar, and met those golden pupils with no focal length.
The dark golden pupils have incomparable majesty and magnificence, as if the purest gold sand flows deep in the pupils, like an ancient emperor. But it was dim and absent, reducing the deterrent power by half, otherwise even Fu Qingnan would not be able to look directly into these eyes. He was so engrossed that his body was trembling slightly. This was because whether it was Jingping or his teammates who were still under test, or Tong Fuyuan and the strange black energy around him, all of this was left behind by Fu Qingnan.
He stared at Wu Rong with all his attention, his eyes were complicated and unspeakable, as if they contained countless inexplicable emotions, when he looked carefully, Fu Qingnan's body was trembling slightly.
The core spar of the formation shattered, and Wu Rong opened his eyes, but he still hadn't fully awakened from the vast memory. Compared with those huge and ancient memories, the memory represented by "Wu Rong" is too small, and it is directly swallowed up by the thick and thick memory like a monstrous wave. The seal in the depths of the soul was completely broken, and an incomparably powerful and almost infinite energy surged out, but what brought Wu Rong this time was not pain like an explosion, but warmth like sunshine.
As if the giant with sealed power had been unsealed in the past, the indescribable sense of heartiness filled the soul, like a traveler who was about to die of thirst drinking clear water. In an instant, Wu Rong's consciousness almost merged with the world, his eyesight was no longer bound by his body, and he could see the infinitely far world. The human world, the world of tiankeng.
This is not where he should be.
Wu Rong realized this the moment he received the vast memory, and what he 'realized' was the truth. The body disintegrates, and the soul turns into the purest energy. Both the body and the soul originate from the place of human beings. And he should be a certain existence of a higher level, he cannot stay here, otherwise his existence itself will interfere with the future of destiny.
But at the moment when his soul was completely disintegrated and his consciousness was about to return to a higher level, Wu Rong felt a chaotic atmosphere that made him extremely unhappy.
Just as there is yin in this world, there is yang, and there is light in night. Order and chaos are like twin sisters, existing from the beginning of the world. When order prevails over chaos, everything in the world can evolve and develop according to the normal course. The law of the jungle, the birth and death of species, the reproduction of all things, the rise of human beings, cities and technology are all caused by the influence of order.
But chaos exists forever, and has not disappeared, even where the power of order is strongest. The extreme order will breed chaos, just like the principle that everything must be reversed. Chaos can only be suppressed, but it will never disappear. It represents all the chaotic and disorderly things in this world, and it is extremely dangerous, and it will rise quietly once it is not noticed.
The battle between chaos and chaos occupies a large part of that huge memory, and every time it ends with the victory of order. But chaos can never be truly eliminated. When the world develops in order and human beings enter a period of rapid development, the gradually powerful order has the ability to construct shapes, and is no longer purely cold to the extreme. Born naturally, and getting stronger and stronger.
But now, the aggregate of chaotic consciousness has even bewitched the next generation to become the dominant race in the world, transforming them from the source.
He remembered, what he had to do was to eliminate the chaotic consciousness aggregate again, and bring everything back on track.
Emotions gradually disappear, and consciousness becomes more rational. The dark golden pupils became deeper and colder, and nothing in the world dared to look directly at them. The thick and powerful ability completely escaped from the seal, like a ray of radiant light without any temperature, without any shape, and without any characteristics, just a ray of light that was born from the creation of the world.
But in fact, only he understands that the existence of light means that he is still incomplete, has not been completely included in the world consciousness, and only lacks a trace of power. Compared with the whole, this strand of power is like a drop of water in the ocean, or a hair of 90,000 cows. But his power should be completely integrated, and it is impossible to be stripped by any existence.
What is it that makes him lack a trace of power, is it a combination of chaotic consciousness or—
The heart moves at will, and the short-term memory belonging to Wu Rong is extracted from the vast mist of memory, falling in front of his eyes like a tiny ball of light. It turned out that he voluntarily cut off that wisp of power and gave it to others.
And that human being is right in front of him.
He could easily take back his power, the order is absolutely fair, absolutely rational, and he will not have any bias towards any race, anyone or thing. It will never be easy to hand over power to others, this is impossible. But to his surprise, when the idea of regaining his power came up, he actually experienced slight emotional fluctuations.
contract.
There is a contract between him and this human being.
Who dared to sign a contract with Order, and what made him even more puzzled was why those contracts still existed today, and did not dissipate with his unsealed power?
The human being in front of him is extremely weak, and it only takes a single thought to dissipate him. This is the most sensible choice, and it is also what he should do. Even if he felt a familiar feeling from this human being, in his long life, this human being must have appeared not only once, but many times, and each time he got his attention, it made him feel "familiar". 'This feeling.
But this should not exist, just as this human being should not have been born. Humanity is about to perish, and any existence that may affect development should not be born. Perhaps it was the manipulation of the chaotic consciousness aggregate that made him born in this era. And the order with emotion also makes the power of the chaotic consciousness aggregate stronger and stronger.
He shouldn't have emotions, order because humans have become so powerful that they almost have a body and can walk in the world. And it is impossible for any existence in the world to have absolute power. The rise of the chaotic consciousness aggregate, the appearance of this human being, and even the assimilation of the Celestial Race by the chaotic consciousness aggregate may all be related to balance.
He knew what he should do, kill this human being, strip away his emotions, restore to an absolutely rational existence, and fight against the chaotic consciousness aggregate.
This is fate, and it is also the law he should abide by. It is precisely because of the absolute observance of order that order has the meaning of existence. Now that he can distribute his power to this human being, even if there is only a little bit, it is absolutely not allowed and should not happen.
He should kill this human being, this is what he should do, and it is also very easy to do. Even if this human being is considered a very powerful existence in the human group, of course he can easily kill him, although he will suffer backlash. He has great power, but also has stricter constraints. Order shouldn't bring fate back on track by killing people. His power will be weakened, but weakening his power is also what he should do.
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The consciousness of killing this human being arises and disappears again. It's not that he is reluctant to weaken his strength, or other things related to himself.
Just looking at this human being, the originally suppressed and indifferent emotions in his consciousness turned into waves again. Before he knew it, he had read Wu Rong's memory thousands of times, all of which happened in an instant. Wu Rong's memory is very short, like a tiny wave compared to his huge memory. This should not be the influence of Wu Rong's memory, he remembered this human being.
It took him a second to analyze the meaning of that complex and unfamiliar emotion.
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Could not bear.
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He couldn't bear to kill this man.
