Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Please?”

Dreamtraveler again extended an invitation to Li Yao.

“Wait, I have a question. ”

Li Yao shrugged for a moment and said, "I wonder if Zhang Daniu has ever been guided by you to awaken his past life with your help - according to your reasoning, this guy's suspicion is also small? ”

“Of course.”

Dreamtraveler said, "We don't target anyone in particular. Even before our own people return to the Ark, they must be subjected to very rigorous testing. Of course, it is impossible to miss the author of" Forty Thousand Years of Reformation ". We have tested him earlier. Under my guidance, it is nothing special to trace his memory back to the first five years. ”

“Oh?”

Li Yao was curious, “What did he do in the last five years? ”

“Turning back from this world, three consecutive generations have been cyberwriters, you know, writing a little weird, bright and exciting popular reading, cheating on ignorant teenagers, eating and drinking. ”

"By the fourth generation," Dreamtraveler said, "there was a slight difference in the development of the world during that round, and there was no such thing as an 'online novel', he was a reporter for a novel, he wrote a little bit of a celebrity rhyme, he got a little bit of a title for a surprising phrase, he got a little celebrity to fight a lawsuit, touched porcelain, and so on.

“By the fifth generation, he was still engaged in writing work, but he was an adult action novelist, which seemed to be an area of his special specialty. After years of hard work, he finally gained a little fame in the industry, but fell into a sweeping action and accepted a just ruling, which was basically it.

“In short, unlike the normal ‘observer', he is a man and wife who has no moral threshold, created purely for the benefit, or, in his own words, ‘money and beauty’, without injecting a soul into the work - a man who is theoretically difficult to awaken, let alone upgrade to an observer, but who deviates from the 40,000 Years of Reformation by a great deal of things he could not write at all, which is perhaps why Red Pole is particularly interested in him.

“In any case, although his first five generations had been a greedy, unpretentious, third-rate writer who was willing to write anything for money plus a reporter, he had never had anything to do with the Apocalypse. He was the most insignificant little figure, a tiny set of data at the time of the Earth's reboot, and even if the Apocalypse really wanted to find undercover, he would never find him. ”

“I see.”

Li Yao nodded and took a deep breath and sat on the iron chair.

Ms. Grey Mist and Dreamtraveler were relieved at the same time.

Li Yao suddenly asked the dreamer, “Do you have a watch? What time is it? ”

“Yes.”

The sleepwalker touched a very sophisticated, ancient pocket watch with a spiral octopus engraved on the case, filled with the scent of the ocean, "It's 8: 05 p.m. ”

“How many seconds? ”

Li Yao asked.

“How many seconds? ”

Dreamtraveler slightly flashed.

“Yes, exactly to the second, tell me. ”

Li Yao Cold Road.

“Uh, it's 8: 05: 32. ”

Dreamtraveler frowned, "What's wrong? ”

“Nothing.”

Li Yao blinked his eyes and appeared confused on his face. He didn't even seem to understand why he had to ask the time and ask so precisely.

But he soon forgot about it and nodded to the dreamer, "Now that it's the rules of the Ark Foundation, let's do it! ”

“Okay, just relax, watch this watch, watch the clock, minute hand, and second hand spin. ”

Dreamtraveler raised the bracelet and hung the pocket watch in front of Li Yao, shaking gently.

The clockwise glow of dark blue, the minute hand flashes a ghostly ink green, the second hand flashes a burning red light, a small "click-click” mechanical sound from a pocket watch, filling the entire warehouse, overwhelming the storm outside, making the whole place extraordinarily calm.

Li Yao stared directly at the pocket watch, his eyes also turned into two deep and unpredictable swirls. He felt as if he were a hundred times more acute than just now. He could clearly hear every breath and heartbeat of the dreamer, Ms. Grey Mist and Sparta, and the blood flowing in every bundle of blood vessels around them; he could also penetrate the container and see an awakener hidden in the dark, armed with live ammunition, to his teeth; he could even perceive the raging rain outside the military camp again, counting every drop of rain beads in the wind.

“Buzz, buzz! ”

The unique mosquitoes of the tropical rainforest dance around dim lights on the beams.

No, not countless, but four hundred and thirty-two mosquitoes.

Four hundred and thirty-two mosquitoes, like a clear mark, were deeply branded in Li Yao's heart.

“Good, I can already feel your soul in silence, what a beautiful, spectacular and deep thing...”

Dreamtraveler's eyes also shine brightly behind the golden silk glasses, his eyes gleaming like a hazy smoke, spreading towards Li Yao, “Next, say something with me - never mind, the phrase itself is meaningless, just to give my brain waves resonance so that I can go deeper into your memory, if you agree, blink your left eye. ”

Lee Yao deeply remembered everything around him, including the beating pointer, the heartbeat of many awakeners, the distribution of each raindrop in the wind, and the flight trajectory of four hundred and thirty-two mosquitoes on top of his head, and then blinked his left eye.

“Bloody black nothingness begins to weave a network. ”

Dreamtraveler said softly.

“Bloody black nothingness begins to weave a network. ”

Li Yao repeated.

“Cells are connected, reconnected, and reconnected to the trunk. ”

Dreamtraveler's voice is darker.

“Cells are connected, reconnected, and reconnected to the trunk. ”

Li Yao's voice also subsided markedly low, his pupils gradually spread and his face became blurred, as if he were submerged in endless memories.

“Then, under that dark lining, a fountain sprayed high above the white water column. ”

Dreamtraveler's voice was getting lighter and lighter, it had changed from feathers to floating dust, and his watch was swinging slower and slower, as if it had been solidified in the air by some strange force, and finally, it was actually at a 45-degree angle to the ground, stationary in the air!

“Then, under that dark lining, a fountain appeared... sprayed high up... white...”

Without finishing this poem, Li Yao discovered that the whole world had become a fuzzy vortex, surrounded by a mixture of sand and smoke, constantly melting, dividing and reorganizing, the secret harbour deep in the tropical jungle disappeared, instead of a high-rise building scale ratio, glass curtain walls like 10,000 mirrored cities.

He dreamed again, returning to the maze, which he had repeated many times in the past week.

This time, however, his mind was extraordinarily sober, knowing that he was dreaming and that he was sitting in the warehouse of the port camp, which was a "sober dream”.

“I…”

Li Yao saw himself.

He seemed to have two perspectives at the same time: the “God's Perspective”, which looked down from 45 degrees above the sky, and the "First Person's Perspective”, which seemed to be immersed in him, flying back through different perspectives to his past life, to those exciting and brilliant battles.

“I was a member of the Resistance. ”

Watching a superpower war with spectacular acoustic and photovoltaic effects, more exaggerated than a science fiction film, Li Yao suddenly realized, “No wonder I have instinctive objections to the 'Apocalypse Organization', but I have a natural sense of intimacy with the 'Ark Foundation’, even think their leader, Red Pole Star, is very, very familiar, I was a ‘jailbreaker' in the last life! ”

And that's not the end.

Li Yao could clearly feel a force pushing him in the back, as if he had been plugged into the wings of a shuttle memory for him, so this is the dream traveler's superpower.

In the thermonuclear war, the city was turned into ruins and restarted in the ruins. The mirror labyrinth, composed of countless glass curtain walls, collapsed, but soon reorganized into a new maze of greater size and complexity. Li Yao continued to pursue his past in his dreams. In more than a dozen rounds, he saw himself almost a member of the resistance, at least naturally awakened, discovered the 'Earth BUG’ and then brutally wiped out the awakener. He even caught a memory fragment of a long time ago, recalling that he had been a modified car mechanic and racer in a century, and in a wind chip electric, crossed a "Earth BUG”.

That was a long time ago, until the end of an unimaginable turn.

These memories of previous generations have strengthened Li Yao's will and his fighting power. He can clearly perceive his soul expanding like an organ of congestion.

Just...

That silver and white sphere has been following him in his dreams.

It was originally like a balloon, connected by a silver wire to Li Yao's back brain, not far from hanging in the air, but every time Li Yao awakened the memory of the first generation, the distance between him and Li Yao would be shorter, and finally, the silver wire between him and Li Yao left less than a meter, and it hung cold over Li Yao's head.

Haha mirror-like surface, reflecting Li Yao's confused and disturbed face, was twisted into the appearance of unbelievable demon and indifference.

Li Yao doesn't remember having encountered something like this in his previous life.

“Shuzhen Li Yao" in "40,000 Years of Shuzhen" has never encountered such a strange existence.

“What are you, exactly what are you? ”

Li Yao's anxiety at the bottom of his heart escalated to the limit, and he was so agitated that he couldn't control his emotions that he smashed a punch into the silver white sphere, "Why follow me! ”

“Boom!”

The mysterious silver and white sphere seemed unbeatable, and was bombarded by Li Yao into countless pieces. Yet every arc-shaped fragment reflected a strange and twisted face, revealing a strange smile at him.

“Finally, you've come to this point, you know who you are, and you know your true mission, right? ”

Hundreds of millions of faces, sayin 'in unison.

Then countless faces, turned into a blood basin mouthpiece, swallowed him up in one bite!

Memories turned into nightmares, and he woke up from nightmares.

I saw the Dreamtraveler spit blood and fell out. One face twisted to the point of fracture, pointing to him and screaming: “You, you are not Li Yao! ”