Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Indeed, since the era of the Xinghai Empire 10,000 years ago, the just-concluded human civilization has been in the midst of division, chaos, blood and darkness, and has been indulged for too long and long after the betrayal and counter-attack of the madness and blood of the gods.

During this period, although the self-cultivators of the Xinghai Republic brought a short-lived light, the faint light quickly dissipated under the turbulent black tide. Human civilization just stopped struggling after it struggled. For a moment, I was once again involved in another bigger, more violent whirlpool.

Until today, under the unremitting efforts of countless people, the new dawn appeared on the horizon, and the burning universe gradually returned to calm.

Li Yao is like a small beggar. He is constantly arching and drilling in the chain of suspicion that binds human civilization. He finally drills a small gap, but it is not enough to rely on his strength alone. Victory, And the unsuccessful, but also the need to make unremitting efforts to win a bigger victory, belonging to everyone, including Li Jialing, Bai Laoda, Jin Xinyue, Xiao Ming and Wen Wen, including the federal, empire and sacred bottom , hundreds of millions of ordinary soldiers and the public.

At this moment, there are countless ordinary people in the Xinghai, for the future of them and the entire human civilization, glowing and burning, and constantly fighting.

In the hinterland of the Holy League, a large world called "Bihai", a ruined transport fleet is slowly flying to the main star.

Thangka put his nose on the porthole and looked at the cyan planet that grew bigger and bigger outside the window. Until now, his mind was still squeaking like a jingle, like a headful of paste, he didn’t understand what happened. thing.

Including his friends - the squad leader Chu Zhiyun and a large number of "magic children", all with him, Zhang Er's monk can't figure out the mind, both the excitement and the ignorance of the unknown road ahead.

However, one thing is certain.

They now have excitement, nervousness, curiosity, etc., and release the power of all emotions, no one asks them to be a dead wood.

Recalling the experience of more than a month, Thangka still feels incredible, as if he had a big dream.

Since they were separated from Li Yao, they have followed Li Yao’s arrangement and hid in the refuge of the thick soil and the bottom of the Black Fort.

At that time, all the "magic children" were very pessimistic, thinking that they had to hide in the underground shelters for at least a dozen or twenty years, or worse, three or five days later by their mentor, and the ruthless and ruthless family. Find it, grab it and send it to the temple, wash away all the memories, and just awaken, with precious emotions and will.

Fortunately, the food in the shelter is very abundant, and the facilities for synthesizing purified water and circulating air are also intact, enough to maintain the daily life of these “magic children”. They have spent the longest in the restless and fearful. One month, until one day, the refuge was forcibly opened from the outside. All the "magic children" were as enemies, and they thought they could not escape the fate of being deeply brainwashed. What they did not expect to appear in front of them was...

Once again, Thangka turned his curious eyes to the center of the bridge.

The flagship bridge of this transport fleet has been specially modified, and the degree of automation is extremely high. It can hardly be used by many crew members. Instead, there are hundreds of psionic scorpions, and the various psionic powers can be perfect with the console of the bridge. Together, the crystal brain emits the sound of “sand and sand”, which is like playing a beautiful music together.

The "conductor" who controls all of this is a female doll that is less than ten years old at first glance, and it is much more tender than Thangka.

No, it is not entirely true.

Beside the female doll of this pink-carved jade, always follow the seven or eight humanoid spirits. Sometimes, these psionics will activate a special three-dimensional light curtain, wrapped in a soft layer outside the reinforced iron bone. The light, it looks like a holy and innocent, sad and sorrowful, like a girl in the empty valley.

Including the avatar presented by her and Thangka and other people, this is the case... the girl who haunts the light, or the goddess.

Thangka looked at the goddess and remembered what the goddess said when they met each other for the first time.

"No, although it feels like your ‘Fuxi God,’ I am not a god, there is no real God in the world.

"All gods are created by people, including me.

"And as long as you are willing, you can also build your own civilization into an advanced and developed society and become a **** in a certain sense.

"Although the treatment of the sacred people should be gradual, and you can say so much at once, you may not accept it, but you are a 'magic boy', the most emotional of all sacred people, the weakest brain seal. A group of people, I need your help, the entire sacred alliance needs your help, human civilization needs your help, you need to indulge your emotions, open your wisdom, and wake up more people.

"My name is Wenwen. I don't have time to explain too much. Regarding my origins and your mission, let's talk slowly on the road. Now, let's go!"

In this way, Thangka and the squad leader Chu Zhiyun and all the magical children, followed a text on a transport ship, and parked in a port for a long time, waiting for other transport ships filled with the most crude synthetic food. And the replacement components of the water purification system, forming a mighty fleet, returned to the home of the sacred alliance.

And along the way, they were stunned to listen to Wenwen and talked about the ins and outs, knowing so many thrilling and incredible truths.

It turns out that the true face of the original "Fuxi God" turned out to be like this.

Despite having long passed the "magic boy project", I know that I am extremely sad and cruel, including the darkness behind the perfect teacher and even the gods. But the harsh brainwashing education I received at an early age still makes Thangka and other "magic" The child has an instinctive awe and dependence on the gods. It seems that there can be no existence of God in life.

Since Fuxi is proved to be a false god, a sacred god, isn't the literary text replaced by the true "real God"?

This point is that the text is deeply hateful. She has corrected the name of Thangka and others many times, and resolutely abandons all ridiculous rituals and titles, only letting them simply call her "literary."

Therefore, before Thangka goes up, he must first brew it several times in his heart, so that he will not be wrong, and he will be able to brave the courage and call the name of this goddess who is omnipotent and omnipotent.

When Thangka came to the center of the bridge, the transport fleet was very close to the main star of the blue sea.

Prior to this, the Wenling Tower, which was launched in advance by Wenwen, built an overwhelming spiritual net, invaded and controlled the network of the main star and the super crystal brain, extracted a large amount of data, and basically grasped the status of the main star.

Through the waterfall-like data flow, and the monitoring images of countless crystal eyes, you can see that this is a dead planet, and there is some kind of uneasy atmosphere, brewing in silence.

In most of the towns of this planet, buildings are hexagonal like a hive, making use of the space to the extreme, regardless of the comfort of the occupants.

Thousands of "worker bees" have been living here because they have no choice but to get further orders.

When the Fuxi Fleet assembled, it took away most of the resources on this planet. Many towns have already fallen into famine. Some people are dying in silence. Others are slowly brewing animalism in silence, waiting for the final eruption. Explosion.

"Fortunately, we arrived in time, and the flora and fauna resources of the main star of the blue sea are still quite rich."

Wen Wen smiled at Thangka. "The order here has not been destroyed. If we calculate it with the minimum living demand, the relief supplies we carry can last for a year and a half. During this period, the whole planet is farming, Both fisheries and animal husbandry can resume production, so that it is not a problem for everyone to survive.

"After that, we can transform the brainwashing temples all over the planet into schools, so that the sacred people can get in touch with the empire and federal items and even the teachers, including the 'purifiers' who are born, and naturally know what kind of 'Dangerous goods' can activate people's emotions to the maximum extent.

"I hope that we can explore some effective means in the blue sea and the other means, and we can spread it across the entire sacred alliance. In short, our task is very arduous, and the problems we face are astonishing, Thangka, please, together Try Harder!"

Wen Wen picked up a small fist and did not light a punch on Thangka’s shoulder.

After Tangka spent a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Wen Wen, what is the sacred alliance after the transformation? Can you tell us?"

"This... I don't know!"

Wen Wen wrinkled his nose and smiled softly. "I am not a god. How can I see the future long after?" However, my ideal sacred alliance does not need to be like the federal and empire, it should be retained. More features of the sacred alliance.

"For example, to restrain one's own desires to a certain extent, but not to indulge in material pleasure, collectivism and dedication.

"For example, the brain resonates, telepathy, and transmits information directly through brain waves.

"Many times, things are not right or wrong. As long as they are not too extreme and extreme, we certainly want to awaken the emotions and will of all the sacred people, but why can we not properly preserve the characteristics of telepathy and collectivism and ensure that the sacred can Is it more equal, more harmonious, and more tolerant than the federation and the empire? Even on this basis, can the combination of the sacred people and the brain, the spiritual network, the virtual space, and the information life be closer, and the sacred alliance becomes the first Is it possible to fully accept the human power of the virtual human being? Perhaps such a sacred alliance represents the future of human civilization, and the first to rush out of the black wall? I really look forward to this future!"