Chapter 172 Finale Part 2
Perhaps just as Yan You guessed, the ladder itself has the will to gather. Therefore, when Liu Wei took out all the fragments of the ladder from the cloth bag in front of his chest again, the ladder that was originally missing only a corner became a whole without anyone noticing.
In fact, the entire process of becoming a whole was so silent that Liuwei was almost unaware of it, which makes people feel terrified when they think about it.
He placed the ladder in the center again and picked it up in his hands without any protection. The desire to embed the ladder into his body to improve his own strength was gradually fading. It seemed that the ladder itself finally realized that it had been completely completed and no longer needed some carrier to search for a part of itself.
Liuwei looked at the ladder floating slightly in the air and felt a sense of shock in his heart. Did the ladder have such living characteristics from the beginning, or did it become so after being polluted?
Fortunately, the ladder seems to have only a gathering consciousness, without too many thoughts. It is more about replenishing itself and repairing the channel between "God" and "practitioner".
This performance reminded Liu Wei of another similar thing.
——Simulator.
The simulator itself also seems to have the characteristic of being "alive". The "simulator" itself was created by countless old gods before they divided themselves. It was the last backup left for the world. In order to prevent the "simulator" from becoming the source of pollution in the world, they expended a lot of effort to strip away the pollution of the "simulator" itself, leaving only the expanded divine power.
Those "talents", "titles", and "reincarnation" are essentially the process by which the "simulator holder" uses those "ownerless" divine powers through the medium of the "simulator", a magical artifact.
The authority of "reincarnation" created his physical body in the world, and the authority of "time" allowed him to find nodes that could be changed in the realm of the world.
These powers also gradually evolved as he deepened his understanding and mastered the simulator.
From "Creation" which could only be called upon at the beginning, to "Reproduction" which could be fully called upon later.
As for "talent" and "title", they are combined with ownerless divine power and authority, and are blended bit by bit according to the experience of the "newborn".
These things all have their sources and origins, and they are all golden fingers left by the previous generation.
And the question that sometimes troubled him was, why could he always reincarnate, with no limit on the number of times? His merits seemed to be endless? Where exactly was his merit column? Why was he the important guest mentioned by "Meng Po" from the beginning?
It was only after that funeral that it finally became clear to him.
Those "merits" did come from his previous life. They came from countless people who sacrificed their lives to save the world. They presented these merits to him and became the fuel for the burning of the "simulator", only hoping that this strange world would move towards a better future.
“…”
"Of course, we still have one last question that needs to be answered urgently."
Liu Wei pursed his lips slightly.
“Where do those simulator reviews come from?”
In countless simulations, the simulator's own evaluations were also unknown from where they came from. Liu Wei and the others had guessed many origins, but in the constant exploration of the world, these possibilities seemed to be denied. Behind the generation of the simulator's evaluations, it seemed that it was not the gods of old, nor some outer gods.
"Could it be some of their will and soul?"
Maybe not.
The simulator is more like an observer who is detached from the matter. He watches the development of things from somewhere unknown, gives fair or reasonable comments, and occasionally makes little jokes to the people watching the simulator.
But putting everything aside, whether it is the simulator or the ladder, they all stand together with the people in the weird world. They all think of one thing, which is to make the future of the world more possible.
This weirdness is nothing to worry about.
There were only four people and seven chairs in the empty hall. Among the four people, one had jade horns on his head and looked majestic. He was the young emperor of the Qilin Dynasty in Zhongzhou. The other was a young man with white hair and heterochromatic eyes. He had smiling eyes and a gentle temperament. He seemed to be a famous doctor in several continents.
There are three more. One is a man with extremely sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a sharp aura all over his body, as if he had walked through a sea of blood and corpses, which makes people shudder. If you look closely at the woman's appearance, no memory of her facial features can be left in your mind, only a blank remains. But if you look at her again, you will be shocked by her sharpness again.
The remaining man had the demeanor of a scholar from a noble family. He had a stern expression and emanated a chilly air, as if he had returned from an icy land. He had very heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not rested for several days and nights, but he did not look weak. Instead, he gave people the feeling of a graceful young man.
The last one was a slender woman. In the blink of an eye, she seemed to blend into the entire environment. It was almost difficult to detect her existence at first glance. But if you get her nod and look carefully, you can see some teasing and interest in her eyes. If you look at her more carefully, you will feel uneasy all over your body, as if a deep curtain was falling, covering you with a net, and you have become a prey in the net, and it is difficult to escape.
"Okay... we've finished discussing this matter. Next," the woman crossed her arms and smiled slightly, "we should discuss how to survive in this hunting ground of the universe, right?"
The person who was speaking was the top student who had returned from studying abroad, and the fourth child missed him.
This was the first time that this snake who had pioneered the world outside sat among the "selves", and his eyes were filled with interest: "Let Wang Yu tell us first, how is the barrier of the world now?"
"..." Wang Yu nodded slightly. In fact, he only had a general understanding of these brothers and sisters. He was quite hesitant in the face of Si Nian's invitation at first, until the incarnation came down under the summoning ceremony. Then he finally confirmed that he was indeed one of them. The connection from blood was different. Just by looking at them, a sense of belonging on the soul level arose spontaneously.
So he understood why he had such intense emotions when he first met Yan You. He also understood why Yan You was secretly teasing him. He couldn't help but look at Yan You helplessly several times, as he wanted to have a fight to settle the score.
He cleared his throat. "The Mirror has undergone a major mutation and is about to collapse. More and more Outer Gods are stopping here."
Without the stutter, Wang Yu appeared reliable and mature.
"As expected." Yan You nodded slightly: "I have noticed it long before."
He inherited almost all of Qilin's memories. You know, Qilin was once a descendant of the old gods. In order to avoid being polluted, the inherited memories it carried were vague, but they were enough for him to guess something. Before Wang Yu hanged himself, he was the one who knew the most.
However, at that time he mistakenly believed that those surveillance eyes came from foreign gods, so most of the time he did not speak frankly, but in order to prevent the expansion of pollution, he chose the persona of "Riddler". The rest was that after taking control of the Qilin Dynasty in Zhongzhou, he spent a lot of time collecting all the special ladders in his memory.
When he finally discovered that the pollution emitted by those eyes was causing his own mind to become increasingly distorted, he began to include stripping away the Qilin's true form in his plan. Of course, there's no need to mention the large amount of engineering and means involved. It's enough to just know that Yan You put a lot of thought into achieving the current outcome.
Therefore, the most he knows, the more polluted he is.
But it was also because of this polarized experience that Yan You discovered a hidden fact.
“People today are completely different from people in the past. In the past, the sudden infiltration of pollution drove the entire world crazy. But if it happened again, the ending of the story would be different. People today are new humans who have grown up in a new world.”
Yan You said meaningfully.
In fact, they still had a question that had no standard answer. At that time, all the Old Gods went crazy, and in their madness they peeled off their skins and covered the entire world. It was obvious that they did not have the energy to spare, and their superfluous thoughts dumped the pollution in the entire world. So, where did the pollution that originally filled the world go?
The answer is not very difficult to guess, but it is shocking enough.
New humans were born from pollution, and pollution became a part of the new world. Thus, a strange world was created!
Yan You did not explain the entire answer, but received tacit nods from the people around him.
"The past is the past, and the present is the present." Chu Songjun whispered, his eyes heavy: "The swords of the past are no match for the officials of this dynasty, now it's time to use new swords."
The body he is in here is, of course, not his original body. His original body had long been reshaped with the reincarnation of the underworld and became the King of Hell who never sees the light of day. He is in charge of the prison where the wicked are tried and the souls are sorted out on their way home. After Liuwei successfully buried him, he had his own meeting with "Meng Po" and other scattered old gods.
In this world, after the last hidden danger was eliminated, Sister Mengpo would naturally not continue to play dumb. She told Chu Songjun everything and revealed the original plan.
“He said that he had waited for tens of thousands of years and finally waited for this funeral. Now, everything has come to an end.”
“Once the ladder to heaven is completed, we can call on all the monks to ascend the steps and become gods. We can peel off our skins and repair the sky again, so that the crumbling world can return to peace. This is the way to save the world.”
As Chu Songjun finished speaking, the remaining few people either frowned, or raised the corners of their mouths thoughtfully, or crossed their arms and glanced at the person next to them with a plan in mind.
Chu Songjun paused for a moment: "He also said that you should all move forward boldly. If it doesn't work, they will still be waiting there and will never leave."
The underworld seems to be a really strange place. It is located at the core of the world, the deepest and most secret place in the world. It can isolate the prying of outside gods and repel the entry of pollution. It is the last reserved place in this world.
But it is also desolate enough. At a glance, there are only thousands of miles of barren land and tens of thousands of miles of wind and sand, waiting there alone. Without strong enough faith, there will only be terror.
The others were silent.
After a while, Si Nian spoke first: "Come on, there is no time to be sentimental. The next ones to arrive will be the damned Outer Gods."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and a ruthless coldness emerged in her eyes, which almost made the frog mother, whose body had been successfully trained to only cheer and shout for missing someone, shudder all over.
Everyone agreed, except Wang Yu, who glanced at the two empty chairs with some confusion, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Wang Yu still didn't have all his memories, but he knew the general situation. There were two empty chairs. One was given to Old Seven, whom they had never met, the one who was watching over the old god's cemetery. The other seemed to be given to...
Wang Yu silently calculated the ranking of all the "selves" in his mind. After matching the gaps one by one, he couldn't help but feel curious. His eyes were instantly noticed by the other "selves".
After all, Wang Yu was indeed a special existence. The "Meng Po" back then was still diligently making some real Meng Po soup, but she didn't expect that she would be swallowed by this overly stubborn soul without paying attention. As a result, she no longer dared to give him the real Meng Po soup, but just made some sweet mung bean soup to fool him to prevent this from happening again.
The loss of memory made the other "selves" pay extra attention to Wang Yu. Wang Yu couldn't help showing such a look, and everyone couldn't help but speak kindly: "What's wrong?"
"..." Wang Yu's ears turned red and he stammered, "Where's the eldest brother?"
Only this soul would respectfully line up in order and call each of them "big brother", "third brother" and so on.
The others couldn't help but look at each other. They all had the scholar's "memories". The scholar's blurred vision was essentially due to him dying too many times as soon as he fell to the ground. In order to allow the first reincarnation to survive successfully, the simulator dimmed the data. The result was naturally as expected by the carefully designed simulator. The scholar really survived successfully, and spread all the methods of cultivating immortals from the past world in his mind.
It’s just that he has never "seen" anything weird from beginning to end, so the scholar himself still understands the world as a normal ancient world. At most, he has some golden fingers. His current goal is to "become the greatest imperial teacher through the ages and leave his name in history."
It can be said that the scholar is the most ignorant person in this strange world, but he is also the most knowledgeable person, and he is the one who is kept in the dark from beginning to end.
Should we break his cognition and tell him that this world is in danger? Is everything on the verge of destruction?
Everyone couldn't help but fall silent. Perhaps they would tell him when they had to, but for now, let him indulge in the happy dream of leaving his name in history.
Yan You glanced at Wang Yu, tilted his head and thought carefully, then said with a smile: "As for the Imperial Master, he is probably facing the earnest requests of his disciples. I wonder if he is about to cry at this moment."
Liuwei Xiaozuo denied it: "He won't cry, he has a lot of idol baggage, and when facing his disciples' dissatisfaction, he will probably try every possible way to make excuses."
Chu Songjun's eyes moved slightly: "You probably won't give him this opportunity."
So, Wang Yu watched his two bad-tempered selves look at each other. Just like Yan You had tricked him before, Yan You and Liu Wei also tricked the scholar skillfully. People couldn't help but mourn for the person who was tricked. Yan You and Liu Wei said in unison: "After all, he is the emperor's teacher, a strange god for thousands of years, who else can do it but him!"
With such a "brother", the uninformed scholars can just be secretly happy.
After hearing this confusing conversation, Wang Yu immediately shut up. In fact, he could sense the thoughts of the other two "selves" from the bad feelings. The scholar was now the only "self" who still carried the marks of the old days, which was enough to arouse the desire to protect him.
"Okay, let's not go off topic, let's get back to the topic we were discussing just now." Chu Songjun took the initiative to speak, gently curling the corners of his mouth, bringing the topic back to the original track.
"Next...what should we do?" Chu Songjun paused and asked.
His dark eyes scanned each of the “selves” present.
Wang Yu's eyes were sharp and his body was like a sharp sword. His aura seemed to explain something. His back was straight and his eyes were as sharp as torches.
Thinking of you, her lips curled up slightly and her eyes narrowed slightly. It was obvious that she had already made up her mind. This ferocious hunter might have already had a plan, or perhaps it had already been implemented. She had already raised the butcher knife, just waiting for the final fall.
Chu Songjun lowered his head slightly and looked at his hands. He slowly tightened his palms, clenched his fists, and dug his nails into his flesh. He would never back down easily.
"It's time to follow the plan, according to the plan of tens of thousands of years, to call on everyone to return to the immortal ranks, to shed their skins and turn into 'mirrors', to become stupid clowns..." Yan You smiled, holding his chin with both hands, tilted his head, and looked at Liu Wei who bowed his head.
“Or…” Liu Wei slowly raised his eyelids. His eyes were clear and bright. His eyes were originally filled with complicated emotions, but now they were only determined. His tone was extremely calm. He said calmly, “Become that variable.”
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
Only the overlapping sounds remained in the silence. The sounds seemed chaotic at first, but if you listened carefully, they were all ringing at the same time. Various sounds gathered together and finally condensed into the last sound.
"After the battle——"
"Then let's fight!"
"Let's fight!"
“Peace can be maintained if we fight for it.”
"If you seek peace through compromise, peace will die."
"Everything is just like this!"
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