Volume 2, Chapter 342: Ten Thousand Years of Conflict.
Attack cities and seize territories, fight on the battlefield.
Two cities gave birth to two different civilizations.
Outside the main city, a small town was built. Two gods were born in this world, driving all things to fight and conquer.
They are on par with the Way of Heaven, or in other words, in this world, whether it is the young general in black armor or Ye Tingmu, they are the Way of Heaven in the eyes of all things.
It is also the faith of all things.
After a hundred years of war, there will be a thousand years of war.
The evolution of civilization has thus far produced two extremes.
One main defense, build a ten thousand mile long Great Wall.
If one person advocates war, all the people in the country will become soldiers, and there will be tens of millions of armored men.
Batches of loyalists were born, and small leaders appeared one after another. They were fanatical about the two, charged for them, and would never regret dying for them.
At this moment, Ye Tingmu, in order to win, transformed himself into a cold-blooded commander. Everything he created was valuable to him and was his bargaining chip.
For them, the meaning of their existence is to fight and to defeat the young man in black armor.
Over the long years, he had led his army to attack the enemy's city countless times.
A thousand miles of blood.
The battle never stops.
The two camps became opposites, absolute opposites. Either you die or I live.
Although this is just a virtual world, everything is so real. Ye Tingmu discovered that emotions can also be born between all things he created.
Be it the feelings of family and country, or love and hate, at this moment he had a feeling that even if he suddenly disappeared, the people of his Sword City would still have an heir to his will to continue attacking the City of the Black-Armored Young General.
Sometimes when he looked at the battlefield littered with corpses, he would also feel worried and uncomfortable.
But this is war. In a world of war, no grass or tree is innocent.
Death is inevitable, but as a ruler and the one who started the war, that sense of guilt never leaves him at any moment.
Gradually he became numb.
I'm used to it.
Two thousand years later, civilization made a great leap forward and firearms appeared.
For three thousand years, war was rampant.
Three thousand five hundred years later, mechas appeared...
The city gradually lost the advantages it originally had.
The battle continued from the ground to the sky.
The young general in black armor also launched an attack. He didn't expect that Ye Tingmu would take such a path. This was something he couldn't understand.
Being in the Three Heavens Land, the definition of being powerful is to become a practitioner.
As he went further and further in the world of high martial arts, he found himself facing Ye Tingmu's hot weapons.
At first it was fine and he could handle it, but gradually he found that he was unable to do so.
Due to the limitations of his own cultivation, the civilization he could create was ultimately unable to break into the fairyland.
Moreover, the world of high-level martial arts is destined to have a point where the imbalance of resources leads to the fact that not everyone can be strong.
But Ye Tingmu is different. As he grows, every human under his command can drive very powerful energy.
They can use countless ordinary lives to kill a peak saint.
He was the eldest brother he followed in the middle of the ancient era. The eldest brother once told him that there were two civilizations between heaven and earth.
One is theology and the other is science.
One breaks through the shackles of himself, the other breaks through the shackles of the rules.
If one had to decide which one was stronger, he couldn't define it.
In his eldest brother's words, theology will produce a very strong person, and science will produce a very strong race.
However, the essence of everything is inseparable from the control of the energy between heaven and earth.
And his eldest brother, the Ancestral God, is an existence that practices both. He can use a small source crystal to create an item of a powerful Immortal Emperor level.
Of course, he can also just wave his hand and tear a crack in the long river of time.
The young general in black armor has always been exposed to the ultimate science, so he seriously believes that it is impossible for Ye Tingmu to produce the pinnacle of science in 15000 years.
However, it is overlooked that science in the middle or early stages is, to some extent, stronger than advanced martial arts.
This was also the strategy that Ye Tingmu had decided early on. He would not create these things, but he could let the smartest among his people enter his dreams, engrave what he had seen in his previous life in his mind, and plant a seed in him.
Then everything began to evolve naturally. He only needed to give it a gentle push, and everything came true naturally.
Of course, this process is long and has experienced countless failures.
But the result is always good.
Time has come to the node of ten thousand years.
The whole world turned into a sea of fire.
Countless people drove warships and mechas towards the city of the young black-armored general.
The raging flames billowed into the sky, and thick smoke covered the sky and the sun.
The ground rumbled and the sky shook.
A city was reduced to dust and disappeared between heaven and earth.
There are sorrow and wailing on the other side, and joy and cheering on this side.
The winner has been decided.
Ye Tingmu disappeared quietly, as if he had never been there. When he left, he gave a blessing to all living beings.
Although he knew that all this would eventually disappear with his departure.
The scene changed, and the two returned to the cold and dim stone chamber.
Ye Tingmu slowly opened his eyes, and at this moment, his eyes seemed much deeper than before.
Ten thousand years passed, even though it was just a dream, or only ten days, but it still smoothed out his edges.
Although there is not much difference in appearance, the eyes have changed. They have become as profound as those of the great emperors throughout the ages.
At this moment, he has a different definition of the world.
In front of him, the young general in black armor was still standing there. He slowly took off the helmet on his head, and his handsome face reappeared in front of Ye Tingmu.
But at this moment, that smile was gone, and what was replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
Ye Tingmu spoke first.
"I won."
The young general in black armor whispered, "Yes, you won, but you only took a shortcut at a certain stage. If it weren't for the limitations of your cultivation, you wouldn't have won."
Although he lost, it could be heard that he was somewhat unconvinced.
Ye Tingmu said: "Winning is winning, as for the rest, it doesn't matter."
The young general in black armor chuckled, with helplessness in his eyes and sadness at the corners of his mouth.
"You're right. A win is a win. Congratulations, you passed."
"So, you're leaving?"
"Yes, the commander-in-chief has returned. My mission here has been completed." The boy in black armor said again.
"So will we meet again?"
The young general in black armor looked up at the sky and said, "Yes, as long as you are not dead, I will fill a ditch for you on the road."
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