Chapter 170: Tianyin's Funeral
“…”
Liuwei pursed his lips, then opened them again at a loss. He was a man of silver tongue, but for a moment he said something bluntly that almost made him regret.
"Are you crazy?"
"Crazy, always crazy." The silhouette nodded slightly to affirm. His posture was so relaxed that one could hardly notice his pain. He continued talking even faster and with an absurd fluency.
Even Liuwei couldn't help but remain silent.
"But there's nothing wrong with being crazy. Just like now, we were very excited just now, but now we've calmed down instantly." Silhouette smiled and said, "If I didn't have the desire to destroy the world occasionally, I wouldn't seem crazy."
"Is this all you want to say when you return to this world?" Liuweidao.
"..." The silhouette was silent for a moment: "He was planning to cremate himself."
He raised his head and looked around the entire blood-red sky, examining the broken bones inch by inch. The golden silhouettes flickered, giving people an inexplicable illusion of being filled with emotion.
"Ah... it's quite a waste. If we had been more sober back then, these things might have turned into some Southeastern State or Northwestern State. It would definitely be larger than the current terrain. This terrain looks a bit ugly from the sky. What a pity."
Liuwei: “…”
Some people suspected that when He came down from heaven, what He kneaded was not a decent thing.
"Do you know me?"
He finally couldn't help but speak out, hoping to get the topic back on track.
"I know him, of course I know him. He's our last hope, the savior for future generations." Silhouette said with a smile, and his words sounded like an aria, revealing a bit of absurdity, which made the listener raise an eyebrow.
"Of course there is no savior in this world. People can only become stronger by themselves." Silhouette recited loudly. The words sounded like he was reciting a slogan. He also said some chicken soup words. I wonder if he was also so nagging when he was hiding in Master Ruzhi's body.
After finishing his rambling, Silhouette actually remembered the previous topic and returned to his serious tone, "But then again, the past plans were drawn up by us together, but the final executor is you."
"No," the silhouette paused: "To be precise, the original you, not the current you."
Liu Wei frowned: "The me now, and the me before..."
"It's like water flowing from Tianshan to the sea, passing through thousands of ships. The water on Tianshan is completely different from the water flowing into the sea. You now and you after each slice have the same soul origin, but after growing up, you are not the same as you in the past."
There was a hint of loneliness in the silhouette's voice: "After all, it's...an old friend, it's hard to see you again."
Liuwei couldn't help but fall silent.
He couldn't help but think of his true self hiding in some corner. Since he figured out the truth, he didn't want to find the hidden true self. It seemed that it would be safer for the true self to stay in that room.
Could the silhouette be referring to the real body?
But soon, Liuwei denied this answer. No matter whether it was the main body or the soul slice left by the main body and sent into the simulator for reincarnation, they were essentially the result of division. The main body had long forgotten the memories of the past and only thought of itself as an unlucky guy who had suffered a great misfortune, and the soul slice was just as the silhouette said.
Water that has flowed through different areas and seen different scenery, even if its structure is still the same as before, it is still not the same water as before.
The Liuwei of today, and his brothers and sisters, are no longer the same person he was in the past. They are all independent, completely different, another "selves".
The silhouette let out a long sigh, "Well, having said that, it is our blessing to be able to see this world again. It can be said that we have no regrets in this life. Later, we will turn into pure fire and wipe out all the traces left by the old era... Let the whole world usher in a new life."
"..." Liu Wei pursed his lips: "Don't you care what I'm going to do next? I've come back from outer space with so much effort, just to die?"
Hearing this, Silhouette couldn't help but correct him, "He was cremated by sparking himself. This is an experience that many people would never be able to obtain!"
Is this really a serious mixture? Liu Wei thought again with doubt.
“Besides, being able to choose where to die is such an honor for us!” Silhouette sighed, and then he quickly found the key point: “We are not unconcerned about what you are going to do next, and we are also concerned about the future of this world.”
Above the bloody sky, countless skeletons were floating quietly, and the flickering on the silhouette became more and more intense, as if it had reached the end of its strength. He walked closer to Liuwei, and countless traces of broken pieces became clearer on the silhouette, as if it was a piece of porcelain that had been broken and then pieced together again. The accumulation of countless fragments of different colors created this sad and unique work.
Those fragments were flickering with light, and the souls of people from thousands of years ago seemed to want to talk to Liuwei, but in the end, those chaotic heartbeats were mixed into one sentence from the silhouette's mouth.
"It's just that we have already died in the whirlpool. The dead should not care about the affairs of this life. This is the law of nature."
"Besides, fate is not in our hands, but in yours."
"I only hope to wait for you and this world to meet again in the future."
Liuwei felt the heat. The temperature was rising rapidly. The light was no longer just harmless light, but turned into heat, enough to burn everything. The whole space seemed to have turned into a furnace. Liuwei broke out in a sweat in an instant.
Under such horrible temperature, only the dead could lie comfortably above the sky. Qing Meng frowned and struggled a little, then suddenly opened his eyes. Liu Wei was very sure that he saw various emotions alternating in the eyes of another "self".
From vigilance, to horror, and then to shock, Qing Meng stood up from Liuwei's arms and stared at the pure gold silhouette for a moment.
She was once a "memory". Even though she had spent thousands and thousands of years here, some memories were something she would never forget.
All the complicated emotions finally lead to relief.
Qing Meng turned around and looked into the eyes of her other self, who had gloomy eyes.
After a moment, she took a few steps back, her hair fluttering, lightly touching Liuwei's unconsciously raised hand, and stood next to the golden silhouette.
Liuwei was speechless.
He wanted to keep her, wanted to keep this person who was "both the beginning and the end". He wanted to say that they had not spent too much time together, he just accompanied her to play a game that was not really a pleasant game, and now they had to face separation. He wanted to say that he wanted Qingmeng to survive and witness the future of this world.
But the words in his heart kept coming out one after another, choking in his throat, but he could never say them out. He was Qingmeng, and Qingmeng was also him. He could see the relieved look on Qingmeng's face, and the joy of finally being freed after struggling with pain for a long time.
From somewhere, there came the sound of chanting. The sutra was the Sutra of Rebirth, and there were countless people chanting.
The blazing sky fire spanned tens of millions of years and finally ignited in this morgue. The bones on the edge of the sky were burned and the flesh and blood made a squeaking sound, as if responding happily.
Qingmeng has lived for too long. At first, she had someone to accompany her, but in the end, she fell into loneliness in the ruthless years. She is "memory", but now, she only holds on to "memory", watching alone in the same place, waiting foolishly for the promise that had been made thousands of years ago.
He couldn't say those words, but Liuwei couldn't say them, but Qingmeng knew them clearly.
Even if it is water flowing through different landscapes, it is still water.
Qing Meng raised the corners of her mouth, her voice gentle, and her heavy eyes were like the sky that had been cleared of haze, revealing a little lightness. She stretched out her hand and finally held Liuwei's hand tightly.
"I have had enough of this psychedelic dream. It's time for me to wake up."
"I'm glad to see you at the end of this dream."
"Goodbye, other me."
The fire that burned everything finally started. Under the bloody sky, countless figures seemed to emerge in a trance. Those people looked exactly like the people in today's world, with two eyes and one mouth. Countless pains were about to end. They stood at the end of time and also at the beginning of time.
They were laughing and making noise, cheering for this destined funeral that they had been looking forward to for thousands of years.
The end of death is sometimes not pain, but relief.
This long-lasting nightmare will eventually end. Maybe they can really wake up again in a new world, or maybe they can only leave forever with hope in their hearts.
The blood is fading and the bones are turning into ashes.
Somewhere in the underworld, it seemed that they finally sensed something. Those remaining gods of the past finally realized that something had passed away. They stopped, with astonishment on their faces. They may have recalled a lot, or perhaps very little. But soon, they took out the long-forgotten musical instruments and played cheerful funeral music for the funeral.
With the sudden sound of suona, countless joyful voices rang out from all over the underworld, and even faintly reached the human world.
The music was neither solemn nor serious. The painful past was like shackles, locking up too many beautiful things. At the end of the funeral, only a song of joy was played for them.
If someone who doesn't know the truth hears it, perhaps they will give the most sincere smile to the person who is playing for joy.
High in the sky, those star-like eyes are closing continuously, but those thoughts and blessings will never disappear.
She pursed her lips.
The white-haired boy with heterochromatic eyes was silent in the midst of this joy. He silently spread out his tightly clenched fists. His hands slowly opened, and the last fragment of the heavenly rank remained in the palm of his hand. The fragment was shining brightly, like a solidified tear between this bloody world.
"……Bye now."
This alien space is on the verge of breaking apart, and Liuwei is about to return to the real world.
That world has given the world countless pains, and that world has also given the world countless tenderness.
But that imperfect world is still dangerous.
Countless foreign gods are watching covetously from outside, and countless sufferings are alienated under pollution, causing countless disasters.
The world is on the verge of breaking apart.
As Liuwei explored the world more deeply, he understood this more and more.
He clenched his fists tightly.
The alien space shattered instantly at this moment! Countless flying debris mixed with dust that could not be detected by the naked eye flew away into the distance with the wind in the forest.
Liuwei was still standing in the woods, with people lying around him. Everything was the same as at the beginning, as if nothing had changed and nothing had passed away.
But Liuwei understood that many things had changed, and those changes were not subtle, but were difficult to be seen.
While waiting for his companions to wake up, Liuwei thought a lot.
He wondered, what would have happened if he hadn't looked up back then? What would he have done if he had known everything at the beginning? Perhaps he would have searched everywhere for traces of the Heavenly Stage, had a different life, met different people, but it would not be what it is now.
Those countless lives will only turn into countless plans, just hoping that in the end, the heavenly level will be rebuilt, and the cultivators will split their souls and replace the barriers bit by bit, thus saving the world.
At that time, no matter what the fate was, it would ultimately lead to that only one ending.
But he raised his head.
Liu Wei looked at his open hands. What would he do? What would the future be like under his hands? Would fate still lead to that final, sad ending?
Liuwei kept asking himself, but he still had no answer.
Yes, the future never has an answer.
Now he only knows one thing.
At this moment, in the web of fate, in countless nodes.
——He wants fate to flow only in the direction he wants!
He wants a whole new world! A different ending!
…
Chen Yu woke up suddenly. He subconsciously touched his bone sword and got up from the ground vigilantly. What came into his sight was still the strange forest. The surrounding sky monitors also woke up one after another. Chen Yu looked at them silently and was shocked to find that they were also at a loss.
Suddenly, Chen Yu was stunned. He found that there were tears on the faces of his colleagues. They didn't know why they were crying. He subconsciously reached out and touched his face, and his palms were warm and cool.
It seemed as if something had happened, but also as if nothing had happened. If something had happened, it seemed as if something sad had happened, enough to make them burst into tears without realizing it.
Chen Yu turned around to look for Liuwei.
The white-haired doctor with strange eyes was sitting leisurely on the carriage. His family members around him had just woken up. The woman was leaning against the carriage with a sword in her arms, thinking about something. The young man who was originally with the child, for some reason, was crying while holding the child who had suddenly grown into a teenager.
Chen Yu noticed that Liu Wei seemed to have something in his arms, and couldn't help asking, "Sir, is everything over?"
Liu Wei turned his head upon hearing that. His heterochromatic eyes were light in color, yet so deep, like a black hole. Chen Yu was almost instantly captured by it, and his breathing became rapid.
Liuwei paused, his eyes were gloomy, but with an unyielding determination, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath. He opened his mouth and his voice fell into the quiet forest.
"Finish?"
"No, it's not over yet, it's just beginning."
Shen Yu was stunned.
"Let's go back to the capital."
He was going to tell a lie, a big lie.
【——】
[Simulation ends! ]
[The talent simulation is being counted. Congratulations on obtaining the talent "Inverted Pinocchio: People will tell countless lies in their lifetime. No matter if they have this talent or not, they will lie. Dear, this is common sense. And the biggest lie you have ever told is probably "We can meet again in the new world." Congratulations on obtaining the title "Divine Doctor: You say I am good at prescribing the right medicine? Haha, maybe that's true!!", "Variable: There is no constant thing in the world. When you master this talent, maybe one day, fate will fall for you."]
[Simulation evaluation: Will we meet again? ]
[Before the "reunion", move forward, towards the future you choose! ]
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