Everything Has an End, Everything Has a Beginning (Sixteen)...
system:……
Perhaps because the premise of being born from evil thoughts is too common, no one has ever suggested such a tricky angle before, leaving the system dumbfounded.
Ye Xiqing looked up and laughed even more maliciously. If evil thoughts were a kind of power, how heavy would the evil of a great sage like her be?
According to the cultivation setting, anything a top expert has can transform into something else; theoretically, her evil thoughts could also take human form.
Now she watches as her own malice becomes a force that others can control.
In an instant, Ye Xiqing's aura soared to the same level as the male protagonist's. It was unclear whether it was because she had indeed gained an advantage by retrieving the Samsara Eye, or whether the world's CPU had overheated.
According to the normal operating logic of the world, Ye Xiqing's questioning is actually very reasonable.
It's not that the male protagonist shouldn't have so much power; every world has some core rules. In this world, the male protagonist has overwhelming power, and ordinary rules have to give way to this one. Even if there are bugs, they have to be maintained first.
However, the problem is that the rules involving the female protagonist are also very core. The female protagonist is the observer of the entire world. In a sense, the world only exists because she exists.
The world will readily yield on other rules, but it can't drastically alter them when it comes to the female protagonist. All along, the measures taken have been to strike a balance between the two.
This balance is uncontroversial when there is no contradiction between the two. If the two are inseparable, it doesn't matter at all; it doesn't matter who has more or less.
But now the two are at loggerheads, and countless irreconcilable conflicts have immediately arisen.
For example, the male protagonist can "absorb" everyone's evil power from a corner where Ye Xiqing can't see him, but he can't absorb the female protagonist's evil power under her gaze.
This doesn't affect the distribution of energy in the world's backstage, but it's enough to affect the protagonist's rating. It's a very simple logic: how can someone who can't fully control their own source power be considered top-tier?
If the male protagonist cannot absorb Ye Xiqing's evil, it cannot prove that he is a whole level above Ye Xiqing.
How can two people at roughly the same level reasonably explain the unsolvable problem of "the righteous are one foot higher than the evil"? Is the only solution to use the omnipotent "good will never prevail over evil"?
The world would like to kindly remind the system that the Heavenly Dao Model for taskers has a very basic function: counting.
Those who believe in her way, having received her blessings, will report their numbers in the model of the heavenly way.
Being killed by someone who believes in her way is considered a defeat. The defeated have no voice and will also be counted in her Heavenly Dao model.
It can be said that this model was not strong in the early stages and could not defeat the male protagonist who was an innate demon god who had gathered evil thoughts for no reason, but it cannot be said that it was without merit.
Even without any special functions, this model is still a very good census tool. The taskers can estimate how much power the protagonist's "each" share of evil thought received using simple division.
If the water injection is too exaggerated, it will be very obvious. To put it bluntly, a person who weighs one pound cannot produce ten pounds of poop, right?
system:……
I never expected that the Heavenly Dao model designed by Ye Xiqing would have such a use.
But we've come this far, so who cares if she can estimate it or not? It's the last world anyway, so what if she can estimate it? Let's continue!
The world dutifully sent reports to the system, and since the system didn't change its mind, it continued.
Of course, the male protagonist couldn't absorb Ye Xiqing's evil thoughts. Fortunately, the male protagonist's power didn't come from this untenable concept. With the extra supply, the male protagonist instantly reached his strongest state. Even though Ye Xiqing also activated her second stage, she was still suppressed by the male protagonist.
The male protagonist, driven mad, concentrates all his power into a single strike. He loses control whenever he sees Ye Xiqing's face; he is determined to smash that face!
The situation was very unfavorable for Ye Xiqing, but she was not as panicked as expected, and even had the mood to joke with the system.
"Hey, System, you said before that the male lead's only weakness is his emotions. I have some emotional foundation with him, so why hasn't he fallen in love with me?"
The system was already feeling the pain of watching the energy drain away, and when Ye Xiqing asked this question, it said incredulously, "After doing all this, you still expect the male lead to love you?"
Ye Xiqing replied without hesitation, "What I have done cannot be a reason for him not to love me. After all, in the world of novels, hatred can never be a reason for not loving. The world you gave me is especially good at intertwining love and hate, and turning hatred into love."
"But why did the male lead, who is supposed to be a devoted lover, suddenly develop a mortal hatred for me instead of a lingering love?"
"Besides the fact that my love wasn't pure enough, is it possible that he's afraid of me?"
"Love is a superior emotion. When a male protagonist cannot feel unwavering love, is he heartbroken or afraid?"
system:……
Hey! Are you kidding me?! The male lead is beating you up! Who should be scared here?!
Ye Xiqing was not offended. A normal person wouldn't be afraid, but could the male protagonist, who was so pampered by the system and the world, really withstand a beating?
Ye Xiqing stopped all her movements and looked quietly at the male protagonist who was attacking her with the power of heaven and earth: Let me see you more clearly.
...
Everything was peaceful and stable in Yaolizong. Zhuanli was sitting in his room meditating as usual when, at a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Just now, she had a terrible dream. In the dream, a great demon king, born from all the evil thoughts in the world, appeared and killed everyone, including her.
The chilling atmosphere of death enveloped her, filling her with terror. She struggled to open her eyes, but instead of witnessing the horrific scene of corpses strewn across the land, she saw the still peaceful and serene Yao Lizong.
Zhuan Li immediately got up, pushed open the door to see the world, and the familiar scene made her realize one thing: she had been reborn and returned to the past.
Upon realizing this, Zhuan Li immediately burst into tears of joy. She was determined to change the future before the Demon King rose to power!
Filled with hatred, Zhuan Li was determined to kill the future demon. At this time, the demon was just an ordinary outer disciple, and she had countless ways to kill him!
Zhuan Li, filled with murderous intent, found the still-weak Demon King, but froze on the spot the moment he saw him.
At this moment, the Demon King was still a weak young man, who was being insulted and bullied by those around him without uttering a sound. He was nothing like the Demon King who looked down on everyone. How could she possibly wield the whip of destruction against him?
If she can lash out with such a helpless young boy, then how is she any different from a demon king who wantonly slaughters the innocent...?
Zhuan Li is caught in a dilemma, torn between the tragic events of her past life and the fragile figure of a young boy.
Without even thinking, Zhuan Li lashed out with his whip, slapping the people who were bullying the Demon King aside: "You can't stay in Yao Li Sect any longer."
The person who was bullying the boy looked terrified, but Zhuan Li reached out his hand towards the boy.
Her heart was still filled with overwhelming hatred, but she couldn't bring herself to harm the boy until he truly became the Demon King...
Zhuan Li, under the guise of taking on a disciple on behalf of his master, brought the boy to his mountain and used all his power to teach the still-developing demon king to the righteous path.
But the Demon King is an innate evil being born from the evil thoughts of the world. He has no concept of good and continues to move towards destruction. He is full of despair, so I simply gave him my heart. If you really can't learn to love, then how about I give you my heart?
I don't know what happens to a demon king who possesses a heart, but he certainly died.
After she died, she opened her eyes again.
Being reborn once is a miracle, but being reborn twice is a bit absurd. Zhuan Li stared blankly at the familiar scene, trying to find something different, and then discovered that it was indeed different.
A panel suddenly popped up in front of her, with a line of text on it: Heart Replication Technique. After use, you can obtain two hearts. You can give the hearts to anyone you like without dying. Do you want to buy?
This thoughtful suggestion even made Zhuanli feel a little uncomfortable, but since she really needed it, she clicked to buy it.
After clicking, she really did get an extra heart, and immediately gave it to the male protagonist.
The male protagonist developed a compassionate heart and indeed began to change for the better. However, an unexpected event occurred: she suddenly felt her appearance changing, completely losing her divine powers and becoming an ordinary person, with no one remembering anything about her anymore.
Zhuan Li stared in shock at her palm, realizing that this was the price she had paid for all of this. She was initially flustered and wanted to tell everyone everything, but when she placed her hand on the door, she slowly stopped.
If this is the price to save the world, then what's wrong with it?
She cultivates the path of all living beings, taking the world as her responsibility. If she is not even willing to make this small sacrifice, how can she live up to her own conscience?
Zhuan Li slowly withdrew his hand, accepting his fate in this life.
This time, Zhuanli no longer has a surname; people just call her Ali.
Her family was poor. Her father went to war and was buried in the wilderness. Her mother had given birth to five children and her health deteriorated, so she could not do heavy work. Only she, the eldest daughter, could support the family.
The taxes on the king's public fields became increasingly heavy, making it impossible for him to support himself by farming. So he turned to weaving day and night to earn a living with his skills.
She was very smart and learned everything quickly. The patterns she wove were very popular, and although her family wasn't rich, they were able to make ends meet.
However, at this moment, the king suddenly summoned single women from the common people to enter the palace, and according to regulations, she was among those to be conscripted.
She was already a mortal and could not defy the laws of a country. This family depended entirely on her for support. If she entered the palace, the family would have no way to survive.
Left with no other choice, they hastily got married to avoid being selected for the palace.
Working day and night, with both families working together, they finally raised all their children to adulthood. With more labor, they could cultivate more wasteland to improve their lives.
However, the joy of the harvest was short-lived, as the enemy army attacked and the land they had cultivated was instantly trampled.
Zhuan Li felt a cruel twist of fate, but she refused to give up. She moved with her family to a new place, where they settled down and started a business again, as she grew older.
Just when she thought that her life had been lived to the fullest, her younger relatives suddenly knelt down in front of her, weeping and begging her to go on her way.
It turned out that due to years of natural disasters and wars, there was a shortage of food, and everyone was having a hard time. So the king introduced a policy that all people over sixty years old should be executed.
She has dedicated so much to her life, and the younger generation certainly can't bear to send her to her death. But she is already so old, and she has given so much to this family before. Can't she give one more time this time?
Zhuan Li stared at everyone in disbelief, her vision gradually blurring; she had been given a second chance at life.
Zhuan Li gasped for breath as he recovered from his near-death experience. The scene of his rebirth was not even the Yao Li Sect, but just an endless chaotic space.
Zhuan Li broke down for a moment. The blow she suffered in the last reincarnation was even more severe than when she was killed by the Demon King. She couldn't help but shout angrily, "Who are you! Why are you manipulating all of this!"
The voice in the void simply smiled indifferently, offering no reply: "Let's play a game, a world-saving game: What can save you, my world?"
Separation: ...
Her emotions were volatile during her two rebirths, but reason allowed her to remain calm.
Before her lay a sandbox game with one hundred little figures, half red and half blue. The red figures were all bare-handed, while half of the blue figures held knives. The objective was to help the little figures live happily ever after.
There is an item inventory outside the game. As a player, she can provide items to the sandbox, but she can only provide one item per game.
The game is won when the character's pain level in the sandbox is not full; the game will restart when the pain level is full.
Zhuan Li understood something in a moment, immediately sat up straight, looked at the inventory, and selected the first item: food.
She recalled her two lives. The first time, she thought that she could save the world by persuading the Demon King to turn back, but it was very unfair. The Demon King gained power because of the evil in the world, but the evil in the world did not disappear with his change.
In her second life, she experienced all the hardships of the world and witnessed the evil of human nature. But if not for the pressures of the world, how could the evil of human nature have overflowed to this extent? So she chose the first prop: an ever-abundant supply of food.
After an endless supply of food was poured into the sand table, the little figures inside were overjoyed. Each of them hugged the inexhaustible food and cheered, making Zhuan Li smile knowingly.
She thought the game would go smoothly, but suddenly, a little blue man with a knife attacked the little red man without a knife. Then, as if a switch had been turned on, all the little blue men with knives attacked the unarmed people and surrounded the grain.
Despite having an inexhaustible mountain of food, the little red man cannot approach it and can only beg for alms from the little blue man. The little blue man smiles, but the little red men wither one by one as their pain level reaches its maximum, resulting in game failure.
Zhuan Li stared blankly at the screen, not expecting this outcome, but she was not discouraged. She turned her gaze to the inventory and tried again!
This time, she didn't choose food, but books instead.
Without the guidance of civilization, materialism will also go to extremes. She wants to pass on civilization to the people in the sand table, so that everyone can distinguish right from wrong!
After receiving the books, the little figures in the sandbox began to read them, behaving humbly and politely. Just as Zhuan Li was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a familiar scene unfolded once again.
A small blue man wielding a knife, for some unknown reason, attacked a small red man who was unarmed once again.
Soon, the other knife-wielders followed suit, suppressing those without knives to the ground, collecting the books, and everything returned to the previous cycle.
Zhuan Li slammed his fist on the sand table: "Why! Why can't I change the outcome no matter what I do!"
The voice above calmly said, "Don't worry, your inventory isn't empty yet."
Zhuan Li shifted his gaze to the inventory and discovered that the last item in the inventory was a knife—the knife that had caused all the disaster.
Before this, Zhuanli had never considered choosing it, but this time she had no other choice.
Unlike other infinite resources, this knife was dropped into the world, and there was only one of it, which was handed to a little red person.
Zhuan Li stared intently at the scene, wondering how the plot would unfold this time. Soon, the tragedy of the previous life repeated itself, and that hateful little blue man once again stabbed the innocent little man in the body.
Zhuan Li looked at the sand table in despair, thinking that this would also end in failure. Unexpectedly, the little red man with the knife saw this scene and rushed up like a madman, stabbing the little blue man who killed him through with a single blow.
The other knife-wielders, who would have quickly followed the little blue man, suddenly paused. Some observed the situation, while others attacked the only knife-wielding little red man.
At this point, the little red men no longer only had one knife; they had also snatched another knife from the killer. The little red men, now armed with new knives, gathered together and swarmed the little blue men wielding the knives.
They didn't kill all the knife-wielders, only a few, but that made the remaining little blue men afraid to use their knives again.
The knife that brought disaster also brought peace. When the new knife-wielder came to power, killing people at will was established as a punishment that required being killed by the knife.
After the dead were buried, the survivors were given a new life.
A whisper rose in my ear: "Where does evil come from, and how can it be eradicated?"
Zhuan Li stood frozen in place as boundless demonic energy surged down. Before he knew it, the scene had shifted back to a confrontation with the Demon King.
Under the overwhelming pressure, Zhuan Li instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but ultimately didn't, instead staring straight up at the sky—
Where do you come from?
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Author's note: Okay, it's almost over, almost over. There are probably three more chapters left, but the author stumbled several times before dawn [laughing and crying with face covered].
The last few chapters were so overwhelming that I didn't know how to express them. I might need to think things through more often. Maybe you should give it a rest, but it won't take long anyway [laughing and crying emoji].
As usual, I'll send you a red envelope. I'll send it out at 9 AM the next day. Mwah!
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