Therefore, Su Mingan who participated in the third tower was indeed him.
And Su Mingan, who was imprisoned in the Nine Netherworlds, was also himself.
He used "soul ferrying" to temporarily replace the self-consciousness of his clone, so both bodies were controlled by one consciousness. No matter which one had an accident, according to the rules of the world game, he would return to the other one.
Before entering the Netherworld, Su Mingan was using the Soul Ferry on the command platform. When he transferred his consciousness to his clone, in the eyes of the people, it was as if the old god suddenly stood up on the command platform.
Dieying stared at Su Mingan on the throne boredly, and suddenly said: "...But you can still hear me."
Since there are two bodies, it means that both bodies are Su Mingan, and the five senses are still connected.
Su Mingan lowered his head, motionless.
Dieying smiled, like a child with a bad taste, and grabbed Su Mingan's arm, trying to tear it off. Su Mingan's body temperature was extremely low, covered with frost, and with just a little effort, he could break his arm like breaking an icicle.
At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly opened his eyes.
“…” He stared at the overlapping shadows calmly.
Dieying let go of his hand and sat back down: "As expected, you can sense it. Then we will have something fun next."
Su Mingan had thought of this situation a long time ago. Jiuyou only had Dieying and him. Since he left his body here, it would be easy for Dieying to do anything he wanted. Although Su Mingan's body was very important to Dieying and could not be destroyed at will, Dieying could do it if it was painful to break his arm like he did just now.
Considering that the previous players had been killed by Die Ying, Die Ying was actually quite evil. Su Mingan's action was like turning his body into fish on a chopping board, and what he suffered depended on Die Ying's kindness.
So when he decided to activate this trump card, he was mentally prepared.
…Is it time to start?
Su Mingan didn't say anything. He didn't want his consciousness to stay in this body for too long, as it would be too easy to be swallowed. So after taking a look at the overlapping shadow, he wanted to switch back.
As for what Die Ying wanted to do next, whether it was breaking his arm or cutting his flesh, he would just endure it from a distance, and sooner or later he would retaliate. Even if it exceeded his pain tolerance limit...
Dieying stretched out his hand, and the scene around him suddenly changed.
Su Mingan thought it would be a torturous scene, and just as he was about to regain consciousness, he saw a huge dance floor.
The light shone, the stars twinkled, and the blue-purple sea of stars floated under my feet. The overlapping shadows floated in the sky, and my eyes were like flowing stars.
"...Do you think I'm really that bad?" Dieying stared at him. "So bad that I have to torture your body to force you to surrender? Maybe you have met bad people before, but I am not one of them. I just thought that since the old world is destined to be destroyed, why don't we resolve some misunderstandings in the remaining ten days and try to be friends?"
"What will happen if you join the third tower now? Do you think you can succeed in the end?"
"I am indeed interested in your authority, but I am also interested in you. I am curious about why you were chosen by fate. The old world was destined to be destroyed, but you are special. I expressed my good intentions towards you as early as that Star Sea Ball."
"In my memory, there is a very elegant dance. I have practiced it alone in the starry sky hundreds of millions of times, but no one has ever been able to be my audience. Now the world has finally quieted down... Can you watch for a while?"
Dieying moved his fingers slightly, and the surrounding starlight lingered and gathered. Figures condensed from stars swirled into the dance floor. They were wearing suits and long skirts embroidered with the sea of stars.
There is no music, no scent of desserts, and in the silence of the underworld, there is only this dance party taking place thousands of miles in the sky. The participants are not even living beings, but just human figures condensed by the manipulated starlight. They stare at each other silently, kiss each other, brush shoulders, and spin around, stepping on the silently counting drum beats, holding each other's hands, dancing, and dancing together.
Die Ying stood at the edge of the dance floor, controlling everything. Whether it was the spinning lights on the dance floor, the silent drum beats, every inch of the dance skirt, or every subtle dance step of the figure, they were all shaped by Him.
That non-human face actually seemed somewhat lonely in this huge and empty space.
That is the loneliness of those in higher dimensions.
It reminds people of the vast and profound universe.
Boom, snap, snap.
Bounce, rub, snap.
Su Mingan seemed to be able to hear the sound of drums. He saw the silence in Dieying's eyes, without a trace of emotion.
It seems as if the overlapping images have been like this for tens of millions of years.
Above the starry sky, the endless loneliness plays a silent waltz with its dim light. Although it is a group, it is actually a solo dance.
Now, the completely sealed Nine Netherworld was empty. If Su Mingan transferred his consciousness, Dieying would be the only one watching the dance in this huge world.
The thick snow fell, staining his pale eyebrows. He covered the right half of his face with his hand, as if it was a casual move, with his eyebrows drooped, as if immersed in a state of half sleep and half wakefulness, with a bone-chilling loneliness lingering around him.
However, Su Mingan would not empathize with the invaders.
He decisively transferred his consciousness, and in an instant, Su Mingan's body collapsed on the throne again, his head drooping, his limbs weak, like a puppet without its control strings.
The dance in the stars stopped.
Dieying's hands hovered in the air, still controlling the starlight. But the audience was gone, so what was the point of practicing for the 100 millionth time?
One by one, the figures shattered, the sea of stars beneath their feet turned dim again, the dance floor dissipated, and the sky returned to being empty again.
Dieying glanced at Su Mingan sitting on the throne, put down his hands, and suddenly smiled.
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