The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu agreed to the requests of General Li and Zeng Ju and joined the Stellar Ignition Project, but this does not mean that he will stay in the ring base like those scholars and experts.

That night he left planet 857 and returned to the battleship Lieyang.

During these days of vacation, the battleship Lieyang has been undergoing transformation, the computing core has been upgraded to the highest level in the alliance, and the wireless transmission load has been greatly strengthened.

The biggest transformation took place in the warehouse of the warship. The warehouse that was once full of nuclear bombs has been completely emptied, and it seems extremely empty and huge.

There is a chair on the ground in the distance, which is like an insignificant point compared with the huge warehouse.

The light blue brilliance emerges from various information nodes, refracts continuously between the smooth floor and the wall, and turns into a beautiful but not realistic picture.

That chair is the kind of soft chair on the patio of Star Gate University Hotel.

There is a small clay stove on the left side of the chair. There are dozens of slender and beautiful silver charcoal arranged neatly. The light blue flame rises like smoke from the inside. An iron pot is placed on the stove.

Everything is familiar to him.

When the whole civilization comes to serve one person, anything unthinkable can happen.

This means that he did not make a request, otherwise Zhong Lizi would definitely interrupt his study at the Priest Academy and be sent here as quickly as possible.

Looking at these pictures, Jing Jiu's expression did not change. He put the black backpack under the chair and laid down naturally, tapping the armrest lightly.

Huaxi lifted the iron pot and poured him a cup of tea. With wide eyes, he asked innocently, "Are we going to work here in the future?"

If you have to say that this is work, there is no problem, but the problem to be solved is more important and more troublesome.

Huaxi took a porcelain plate from his black backpack and put it on his right hand, poured some sand into it, then propped his chin and squatted beside him looking curiously.

Jing Jiu stretched his hands towards the porcelain plate as he was in the small mountain village, at Xijianxi, and at the end of Shenmo Peak.

Different from that time, he did not pick up a grain of sand with his fingertips, but grabbed the sand in the porcelain plate roughly, and then let it fall from his fingers.

Along with this action, a loud noise rang from the automatic metal racks against the wall on both sides of the warehouse.

Countless multi-phase nuclear bombs were placed on these metal frames. When the Haiyin Nebula was released by Jing Jiu, they were used as a source of fairy gas to help him destroy the battleship and kill the real red pine.

What are these automatic metal shelves now?

It is a chess piece.

Countless black and white chess pieces fell down, like tens of thousands of waterfalls, slowly spreading the empty warehouse floor like water.

Huaxi turned to look at these pictures, covered her ears with two small hands, and opened her mouth slightly.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the pieces and the ground finally ended, and those black and white pieces floated quietly, according to the guidance of some invisible power, suspended in the air.

At the beginning of the chessboard hill in Chaoge City, Jing Jiu once gave Tong Yan a similar three-dimensional chess game, but where can he be compared with this moment.

If this is a chess game, it is undoubtedly the most complicated game in the history of human civilization.

These black and white chess pieces are not arranged according to the rules of Go. In some places, hundreds of black chess pieces are connected together, and in some places, they are all white chess pieces.

Those who have been to the bottom of Planet 857 and have seen the starry sky may be able to recognize that the distribution of these black and white pieces is similar to that of the starry sky.

Huaxi looked at the dense chess pieces in the sky and asked in shock, "How many are there?"

Jing Jiu said: "490 million white chess and 1300 black chess."

The information nodes hidden in the ground and walls continue to emit blue light, and countless data enters the warehouse through specially constructed encrypted channels.

The ring gleamed for a moment, then condensed, and the information entered his consciousness.

Huaxi wanted to say something.

Jing Jiu said, "Shield."

I don't know who he said this to.

The information shielding wall in the battleship began to work, and the warehouse became a separate world.

Huaxi went to the soft chair and prepared to sit down.

Jing Jiu said, "No."

Huaxi looked at him quietly.

Jing Jiu said nothing.

Huaxi said: "There are not enough pieces at this point."

Jing Jiu said, "This is a cross section."

Huaxi said: "Then I'll go back, you count here."

Jing Jiu said: "You have to count for me."

Huaxi said: "There is no place to sit."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "Sit."

Huaxi sat down in front of the soft chair.

It is the position that Li Zhong Zhong often sits on the terrace of the Star Gate University Hotel.

It is the position where Zhao Layue often sits on Shenmo Peak.

Just like in an empty and huge warehouse, hundreds of millions of pieces have their place.

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Time passes slowly.

The black and white chess pieces hang in the air silently, without any change in position.

Sitting at the end of the chair, Huaxi looked at him seriously for a long time, and finally decided to give up, just like every attempt in the past many years.

Ignite the stellar project, the unimaginable amount of calculation is only one aspect, and it is the best solution.The most troublesome thing is that the changes in the universe cannot all run according to the laws of mathematics. The sea of ​​dark objects has no subjective consciousness, but it is not a dead object.

She turned her head to see Jing Jiu's situation.

Before looking back, she imagined several possibilities. He may be pale because of mental exhaustion, or he may be ugly because he has no clue about the break, or he may be blushing because of despair, but he never expected to see Such a scene.

Jing Jiu was lying on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Killing one person in a thousand miles will not do it in ten steps.

Huaxi read the novel and knew that this guy's way of life in Chaotian mainland, but still a bit uncomfortable.

Is this delaying time or a corpse meal?

Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes.

Huaxi's eyes widened as if frightened.

Countless extremely thin sword lights appeared in the depths of his eyes and then disappeared, as if they were some kind of computing tool such as a chip.

His fingers also moved quickly, holding the fine sand in the porcelain plate, instead of creating a mountain and river, he was carrying out a geometrical solution.

A certain part of the sky full of chess pieces, probably about tens of thousands of pieces, began to move at an unimaginable speed.

He is not playing chess. Occasionally, there are several black chess pieces that are surrounded and are not taken away.

Black and white chess pieces flow like water.

No, it should be the release and spread of light and dark matter in a very large scale space.

That was when two different kinds of beings met, and then competed, and even occasionally some fusion occurred.

Just like the two rivers broke through their respective gorge before meeting the peninsula, some turbulent, some turbid, surrounded each other, and then torn apart to form their own small group, stubbornly survived in the other's world.

Tens of thousands of pieces keep turning and changing positions, forming a visually powerful picture, just like a metal that can change its shape with current.

Jing Jiujing looked at the chess pieces quietly, the sword light in his eyes grew stronger and he appeared more and more frequently.

Huaxi looked at his face, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and the word Xiyi could be seen in his clean and clear eyes.

I don't know how long the interval between black and white pieces is no longer clear, and they are entangled in one place, like chaos.

For ordinary monks, they only need to glance at that place, they may lose their minds and get seriously injured.

Huaxi was a little nervous and her mouth was dry. She took Jing Jiu's tea cup casually and took a sip.

Jing Jiu glanced at her and raised his finger to the air casually.

He didn't know when there was a white pawn in his fingers.

The white chess fell between hundreds of millions of pieces.

For example, a fire fell in the explosive.

A pot of oil fell into the fire.

There was a drop of water in the hot oil.

A loud noise.

Tens of thousands of pieces in that corner exploded into countless pieces, and then fell to the ground.

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(A box should be prepared on the ground.)