The holy city takes off, countdown begins.
"ten--"
"Nine--"
The height of the holy city rose little by little, like a drop of water flowing into the vast sky. People shouted the countdown, as if the bell of the new year was about to ring.
"three--"
"two--"
"one--!"
With a slight sound, the holy city rose to a higher altitude, becoming a snow-white pearl on pure black velvet.
"Su Mingan, have you heard of the concept of 'transfer of word objects'?" General Qin said.
"Yes. The Holy City was launched into space in order to transfer the Word Spirit of Dieying to Ten Thousand Eras, and the Holy City itself will break away." Su Mingan nodded.
"Yes. As long as the price paid is high enough and one leaves civilization, this effect can be achieved - using the detachment of the ideal country to block other people, and change the target of the overlapping words from all humans to ten thousand eras."
"I understand. It's like there are ten beans on the table, and you cover nine of them with your hand, so the shadow can only take the last one."
"Su Ming'an. I will become evil over the course of a thousand years as negative emotions accumulate. A thousand years ago, I was the kindest me, and a thousand years from now, I will become the most evil me. By then, please accept everything from me."
"...General Qin, I still don't know your real name." Su Mingan said.
"No problem."
"I don't even know you very well..." Su Ming'an said.
"Don't remember my name. Just think of me as one of the billions of people in the old days." General Qin waved his hand casually: "That's it. Goodbye, Su Mingan."
His body was skinny due to many experiments, but his eyes were shining.
Behind him is a universe twinkling with endless stars. There may be a perfect bright moon, a distant shining sun, or a beautiful blue planet.
The next moment, Su Mingan saw with his own eyes the dark box being closed with a "bang", and the hero became a cat wandering among electrons.
…
"Before human beings die, they will pass on the authority they hold. Therefore, I materialized the authority of the world's game masters and scattered it around. It is named - 'Immortal Talisman (Authority)'."
"The Alien King is a trigger program. I turned the output program into a sword. The sword is essentially the same as the Life Hard Drive and is an energy storage device. When the sword is inserted into the Life Hard Drive, it is like a key inserted into a lock. It can unlock the Alien King for a thousand years and recycle the emotional energy of a thousand years. It is named - 'Sword of Destiny (Energy)'."
"Besides, I have something else to do."
When the spirit said this, he dug his fingers into his eye sockets, and a glowing white eyeball lay in his palm:
"This is a part of my godhood. It will help you unseal the alien king a thousand years later. I put it in the deep sea where modern technology cannot reach. When the old god wakes up, it will automatically float to the surface of the sea. It is named - 'Eye of the Old Days (Faith)'."
"Su Mingan, take these three elements and go fight Him."
…
Dieying took action.
Su Mingan stood on the mechanical wheel, facing Dieying. This time, Su Mingan saw Dieying's appearance clearly - golden black hair, deep blue eyes, covered with colorful starlight, not like a human, no smile on her face, no longer gentle as before.
"Higher-dimensional beings look down on humans as ants. I never believe that you would show kindness to ants," said Su Mingan.
"No, you are different." Dieying's eyes moved.
Thousands of transparent threads hovered around Him, each extending to the invisible distance—forests, rivers, wastelands, mountains, holy cities, starry skies… He pulled on these threads, and with just a slight stroke, he could turn mountains and seas:
"I'm asking you one last time, Su Ming'an. Are you willing to follow me up into the starry sky? As long as you follow me, I can give up the old world."
"My purpose of waiting for a thousand years was just for you in the beginning."
Su Mingan laughed when he heard this: "Am I such a popular commodity? In order to keep me, the gods would rather not have the Origin of the World. The organizer can let Zhai Xing go, and you can let the Old World go."
There was nothing in Dieying's pupils, no sea of stars, no flowing light.
"Because I have been following you for a long time." Dieying said.
"...So, who are you?" Su Mingan asked.
But Dieying kept silent.
He moved the silk thread slightly, like playing a silent piano: "I will give you one last reminder. The causal thread under my index finger is involved in something very horrible. If I press it, you will regret your refusal at this moment."
Su Mingan glanced down.
A huge crowd of people gathered in the holy city. He was their God, and he could not show cowardice.
"I can't possibly agree to that." Su Ming'an said.
After hearing the ultimatum, Dieying's eyebrows trembled slightly. This was an answer that left no room for retreat.
The last bit of tension between them was finally lost, and there was no longer any false motives.
The air became extremely cold at this moment.
"So."
At this moment, Dieying's voice also became cold and dull, and the last trace of tenderness disappeared.
His index finger pressed down, and the causal line hissed and trembled. Su Mingan didn't know where this causal line led to. This was the trump card that the high-dimensional beings had been dormant for thousands of years.
"You...will take over the sum of all my causes and effects over the past thousand years. Su Ming'an." Dieying said.
"I curse you—"
His voice became low, like a cold snake,
...but it reminds people of the temperature of white phosphorus, or the last ray of setting sun.
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