Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Ten thousand golden flames jumped from the deepest part of the brain and exploded into thousands of supernovas in the middle of the sky, illuminating Li Yao's entire epitome of perception with clarity and glory.

In the light of infinite brilliance, the voice - the body of the original civilization formed by billions of black tentacles - is so ugly, weak and ridiculous.

It was stuck and deeply shocked by Li Yao's spirit.

It trembled as if it could not believe that a little boy, a humble tester, after hundreds of millions of years, dared to resist its will.

It creeps, a tiny eye filled with venom dripping around, seemingly thinking about a new conspiracy.

“Even if you're really not afraid to die...”

And the voice said, "You should also think about your wife, your civilization —— do you want all your loved ones, your friends, your entire home, to be buried with your recklessness? ”

That sentence only made Li Yao hesitate for half a second.

Half a second later, Li Yao's war will once again shine a sharp and improper light, turning it into a sword that sweeps and sweeps everything, slashing the black tentacles.

“Don't scare me with my wife - I know better than you what kind of person Ding Bell is. If she were standing beside me and facing the same choice, she would have acted stronger and more determined than me, perhaps even the hesitation of making her first choice did not exist! ”

Li Yao drove the flames of hundreds of millions of ideas into a finger, pointing harshly at the voice, "She is a simpler and more direct person than I am, will never be trapped by your rhetoric and insidious seduction, will definitely not hesitate to fight you to the end!

“If I give up my principles, my centuries-old heart and my bottom line as a human being because of her, it is not only my incompetence, but also my greatest insult to her!

“I believe, I am deeply convinced, that she will agree with my choices at this moment and join hands with me until the end of the battle!

“No, maybe right now, on another test field, she's already figured out your plot and started a war with you? If that were the case, would I, as a man, have fled and left her alone to face you so despicable and disgraceful? ”

“You…”

The twitching of the voice became more and more insensitive, “Is that all you have confidence in her? ”

“Bullshit! ”

Li Yao laughed, “If the couple doesn't have even the most basic trust, how can they drill into a nest?" ”

“ …… ”

The voice is silent.

“Moreover, I not only have confidence in Ding Zheng, but also in Longyang Jun, Bai Big Boss, Li Jialing and other people, even 'boxing champions', ‘Xiaoming’ and ‘Wen’ and other new life, full of confidence in tens of millions of compatriots! ”

Li Yao's voice grew brighter and the fire of ideas grew brighter, “In the past countless times, though full of haze, despite repeated waves, despite having explored and collided countless times in the dark labyrinth, touched all scales and bled heads, in the end, all my loved ones, friends and compatriots showed their brightest minds, the brightest of warfare and the most powerful power, it was this power that saved me once and saved themselves, saved our common home, cast us, the new generation of human civilization in the Pan Ancient Universe, the infinite glow of hope, this time, the same!

“Even Bloody Demons and Lu Light Dust, heh, they are evil but never humble and stupid, I believe they will never willingly become your puppets and claws, renounce all pride and free will, they will surely fight back against you in their own way and show you - the power of the new humanity! ”

“You, you, you don't even have a hundred million chances! ”

The voice roared, or shouted, "You are moths, extinguishing yourselves! ”

“I've said this a hundred times in over a hundred years, but every time I say it, like the first time, the bloodbath can't help but boil, gush, gush - even if it's only one in a hundred million chances, it's definitely not 'zero'! ”

Li Yao took a deep breath, and all the flames of the raging dance gathered together into a golden blade, a love for his wife, a sense of loyalty for his friends, a love for his homeland, a loyalty to human civilization, a desire for the unknown universe, an endless hope for the future... everything gathered together in this golden blade, turned into a rolling beacon of billions of ways.

“Who says moths must be extinguishing themselves? As long as the number of moths is large enough, even more violent flames can be extinguished. ”

Li Yao cut off the railroad, “Then hundreds of millions of bears burning moths went to the rear, turning their backs and falling into the dark forest, even if the dark forest is vast, cold and horrible, will it burn a glorious new world?

“I, firmly believe that.

“So, cut the crap, let's fight! ”

The golden blade fell hard towards the “sound”.

At this moment, Li Yao's heart is no longer mindful, forgetting the fear of the imminent destruction of human civilization, even the consequences of this knife do not matter.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

He, the human race, can be destroyed, but it must not be defeated.

“Boom!”

Li Yao originally thought that either this knife went down, or he was severely countered by unmatched forces of sound, comprehensively suppressed, and eventually fell into the same genetic collapse as "dragon lotus seeds”, turned into foam, ash smoke extinguished.

Either the sound burst into a groaning cry, as if it had once penetrated deep into his brain, trying to seize his myriad strange powers, and he crushed it and the smoke dissipated.

But the sound of crystal cracking came from his ear. There were countless pale golden cracks in his sight. The black universe peeled off. The ugly maggot-like body of the "voice” disappeared. Instead...

“What the hell is this? ”

Li Yiumei gazed, the golden razor blade hung halfway through the sky, staring at the strange scene within sight, it felt like a heavy fist full of energy waved an empty space, don't mention how hard it was.

It was as if he had once again boarded a crystal clear Original Battleship, surrounded by countless translucent, pale golden men, men and women, old and young. Although his face was filled with a soft and wise glow and not a bit of anger, it did not look like a living man, but like countless ghosts of remorse and impropriety.

“Congratulations, tester 'Li Yao'. ”

For the first seemingly benevolent middle-aged woman, the "ghost" floated to Li Yao's center of vision, smiling, "Hundreds of millions of years of waiting, we have finally waited for the most suitable heir - you have successfully passed the test, representing your civilization and qualifying for the full ‘legacy' of the original civilization, bringing us new life to yourselves as well. ”

“What, what? ”

Li Yao stumbled and said, "My mind is turning, I react instantly, and I lose my voice.“ All that was just a lie, just to test my heart? Everything the voice says is false, the solar defense plan is false, and the decadent primitive clan of cockroaches and maggots is false in order to survive? ”

“No, the sound is real, so is the Sun Defense Project, including the ‘Fallen Origins' of ‘Roaches, Maggots’. ”

The middle-aged female ghost is still smiling, but there is intense regret, remorse and... shame in her smile, "However, you don't think that there is no way to grow bright flowers in the vile sludge, the dark night sky can not produce shining stars, the future generations of the evil people must be the same despicable and evil, don't you know to reflect on what the ancestors did? In particular, do we really want to go alone and repeat the decadence and shame of our ancestors, when the foolish and evil deeds of our ancestors do not yield good results, but push us deeper and deeper into the swamp of destruction? ”

“What do you mean? ”

Li Yao was confused, "I don't understand! ”

“It is simple that the three ‘no other’ things that have brought you so much tension and anger do exist, and indeed are the real history of the original civilization, but by the time we prepare this program, or leave this‘ suicide note ', it has been 30,000 years since the implementation of the Solar Line Program, the destruction of countless stars. ”

Middle-aged female ghost - she may be the captain of this original starship, "Original civilization is not a piece of iron, nor does it have the same unifying will as the flood tide, and the original families dispersed in the various subuniverses can have their own social norms and moral values, and the original families 30,000 years ago and 30,000 years later have very different perspectives when looking at an issue, and even on my starship, everyone has their own ideas and ideas to save civilization. ”

“You mean...”

Li Yao thought and thought, "Implementing the Sun Defense Program, at the expense of the vast majority of our compatriots and destroying the hollow land in the center of the cosmic sea, with the most shameful means to perpetuate the asthmatic ‘noble, wealthy, elite', is actually your ancestors 30,000 years ago, when you left your suicide note... 30,000 years have passed, and you do not agree with the ancestral approach? ”

“How can you agree? ”

The smile of the captain was bitter, “Even without ‘justice’ and ‘evil’, the 'Sun Defense Line Program' and the 'Marching into Space Program', which fled Earth in the past, are no different, and are a death sentence that has been extended to 30,000 years.

“Thirty thousand years, exactly thirty thousand years, we wave amongst the stars and sea, enduring material scarcity and claustrophobic erosion, panicking all the time.

“Behind us is the darkening of the increasingly desolate, sometimes hundreds of years of sailing without finding a star even with thin spirits; behind us is the Floodtide Corps of Zhang Dental Claws, whose shadows are undisturbed and tightly chased, trying to crucify us on the pillars of shame of the universe; and we ourselves bear the sins of our ancestors, as if each of us had been born, in exchange for the tragic death of countless compatriots 30,000 years ago.

“In such an environment, scrupulous survival is not luck at all, but endless torture, and we don't know how to put an end to it, or even bite our teeth and complain about why our ancestors did it in the beginning - as you said, in the middle of the cosmos and in the flood tide, even if they died in a fierce battle, at least they were freed from it with joy, right? ”