Bulwark of Light

Chapter 1095 Tongtian (Ask for a monthly pass!)
"Mr. Yan, long time no see."

A drop of water fell on the surface of the water, splashing out thousands of ripples, and Tian Shui walked slowly to the man bound by chains.

In the void of the Tower of Origin, countless chains circled around.

This layer is called "Reincarnation Realm".

A haggard figure sat on the ground, raised his head, and there was a sunken blackness in his eye sockets...

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "Tianshui."

He has lived too long.

To be precise, this spirit has lived for too long.

Due to the excessive use of divination, Mr. Yan's physical body has been completely dismantled, turned into golden threads of fate, and dissipated in the real world.

In order to preserve the inheritance of "divination".

Qinglong made a move to keep this strand of spirit, and imprisoned it in the dreamland of the two gods in the Tower of Origin, using the power of fire to seal off the last strand of Mr. Yan's soul. They all suffer from the pain of being dragged by their souls. Even if they are alive, they still cannot experience the joy of being alive.

"...I already know everything about the outside world."

Mr. Yan smiled.

Although he only has a wisp of soul left, but due to the unlimited use of divination, he basically understands what is going on outside.

Divination is like using a credit card.

And Mr. Yan at this moment is a gambler with a lot of debt... He has long since reached the time to repay, but he continues to overdraw his credit that has been emptied to zero through the method of "spiritual imprisonment".

In this case, he didn't care whether he could afford the overdraft at all.

"Wanted warrant, Red Dragon, and some things about you... I know all about it."

Mr. Yan heaved a long sigh.

"The real world... about 15 seconds away."

Mr. Yan looked up at the world above the dream, and said with a soft smile, "In 15 seconds, the world I live in will become pitch black."

This is the future he sees by looking at himself through divination.

He knew exactly what it meant to be dark.

It's just that in this spiritual world, the flow of time has been greatly slowed down.

and so……

The two still have time to talk.

"The arrest warrant, the red dragon, and me...don't matter now."

Tian Shui sat across from Mr. Yan wearing a mask.

He put his hands lightly on his knees and said with a smile, "The important thing is you."

"I'm not that important, just a 'dead person'."

Mr. Yan shook his head.

In these years of serving the Tower of Origin, he has almost forgotten the meaning of his existence. This ray of soul is imprisoned and bound in the spiritual world. He continues to provide accurate predictions and divinations for the Tower of Origin. When no one cares, his will will be forced into a dormant state by the dream of the twin gods, so as not to consume too much and waste "life"...

The word lifespan no longer exists for him, and it may be more vivid to replace it with the duration of use.

It's just that now, his existence is of little significance.

【Deep Ocean】Completed the No.11 upgrade, the main system has begun to control the world, and there are many things that no longer need him.

Divination is also no longer required.

"I promised you that I will let you survive." Tian Shui asked softly, "Now you only need to consider one question, or the previous question, do you... want to live?"

Many years ago, Tian Shui asked Mr. Yan the same words.

That time was the big hunting in Sangzhou Grottoes.

The identity of the Lord of Wine has not yet been clarified, Tian Shui hopes that Mr. Yan will use divination to help the Tower of Source find the "Son of God".

What happened later was...

Mr. Yan used divination to lock on the little girl.

"I...want to live..."

"Do not……"

"I...don't want to live..."

The man who was bound by the chains had blank eyes full of blankness. He looked at Tianshui's mask. All these years, the golden thread of fortune in divination, except for the taboo of fire, he couldn't look directly at it. The only thing he couldn't see through was Tianshui's mask... ...But now in his muddled mind, he suddenly remembered the distant memories many years ago.

When he just learned divination.

It seemed that there was a vague face appearing in front of him.

Mr. Yan stared blankly at the man in front of him.

Instead of answering the question of whether he wants to live or not, he murmured, "Tian Shui... who are you?"

hiss.

This extremely emaciated soul suddenly began to become chaotic.

Broken memories surged up at this moment.

Mr. Yan turned his head sideways, what he saw was not the endless water ripples of the "Land of Reincarnation", but a curtain cover of the life nutrition cabin that was slowly closing, with the lights flickering on and off, he seemed to have returned to the environment of several years ago In the middle, the top of the head is a spacious alloy metal long plate, and the meteorites flying past outside the window can be vaguely seen through the transparent porthole.

He was not bound by chains, but held by a pair of strong arms.

This memory only lasted for less than a second.

The next moment he fell back into the realm of reincarnation.

The broken memories are constantly blending with the dark reality.

Tianshui's masked face and the blurred face holding her in the life capsule several years ago gradually overlapped and merged into one, and even the voices of the two seemed to overlap together.

"You, do you want to live?"

Mr. Yan remembered.

Regarding the things before he came to the Tower of Origin, the truth that has troubled him for so many years...

At this moment, with the unity of the memory on the screen, it was untied like this.

Divination has never been a technology that the people of Wuzhou can master. It is the power of ancient texts researched by the previous starship civilization, so sitting in Qingzuka, another inheritor of divination, Chino, also comes from the [Old World].

In fact, Mr. Yan is the same.

It's just that he didn't have the good luck of Qianye to meet someone like Gu Changzhi after Shen Mian.

When he woke up, his physical body was broken.

The reason why he was imprisoned in the illusion of the twin gods was because he had nowhere to go... Even if Qinglong let go of the dream and let him go to the real world, he would die directly.

And there is only one reason for such hard work.

That was the person who saved him... Tian Shui.

A few years ago, it was Tianshui.

Years later, too.

The two faces overlapped, and Mr. Yan's sunken eye sockets became moist, and he squeezed out a hoarse voice, uttering a word with great difficulty.

"think."

A few years ago, the zenith lights of the starship shattered, and the water droplets above the realm of reincarnation fell vertically.

"Clap" sound.

This drop of water fell on the surface of the water in the realm of reincarnation, Mr. Tianshui stretched out a palm, and this palm fell in front of Mr. Yan's eyes, and slowly closed his eyelids for him. Closing his eyes this time means forever rest.

This strand of soul, who is bound by chains in the spiritual world, is about to be liberated.

The inexhaustible spiritual light flew in the void and crashed into Mr. Tianshui's sleeve.

The moment the water drops fall.

15 seconds have passed in the real world——

This is exactly the "darkness" that Mr. Yan predicted he would meet.

But it's not over.

The entire realm of reincarnation began to riot, the sky was shattered, the dome of the realm of reincarnation was lifted by two fingers, and a huge face overlooked this spiritual world from afar.

Tian Shui stood up and looked up at the huge face.

"Boom rumble..."

That face slowly approached, and the zenith vision of the realm of reincarnation could no longer cover it. In the end, Tian Shui only saw a huge, indifferent eye with killing intent.

The accumulated water in the realm of reincarnation began to boil, and a large amount of steam diffused, turned into fog, and condensed into clouds.

No one knows how many floors the Tower of Origin has.

The world only knows that the Tower of Origin is very tall, as tall as the sky.

In fact, each floor of this giant tower can be moved up, lowered, and erased at will... This existence, which is like the sky for ordinary people, is actually just a plaything of the sky god seat.

With the violent trembling sound, the realm of reincarnation suddenly began to rise.

Huge pressure came.

Tian Shui let out a muffled groan in his throat, his knees were slightly bent, but after all, he only bent, and did not just kneel down——

"Buzz!"

In the end, the entire layer of the realm of reincarnation came to the highest level of the spire of the Tower of Origin. It was surrounded by clouds and mist, overlooking the entire upper city, and even the entire Central Continent.

It's just that the originally extremely wide and vast realm of reincarnation is now like a square chessboard.

The soul of "Mr. Yan" is no longer there.

So on this chessboard, there is only one chess piece that looks very lonely.

Tian Shui stood in the center of the realm of reincarnation, and he looked into the huge eyes.

The sight is drawn away again——

This single eye pupil was restored into a huge face.

Qinglong held the chessboard lightly with one palm, and after he let go of his palm, a large amount of evaporated mist supported the chessboard.

If there is a third person entering the spire of the source at this moment, they will notice.

Everything here is normal, only Mr. Tianshui on the chessboard is like a pocket chess piece.

"teacher."

Sitting on the throne Qinglong, he sat with his chin resting on his shoulders, and said slowly: "Remember that you have nurtured me and nurtured me...I gave you time to escape from the Tower of Origin. If you want to escape, in fact I won't go after it."

That's why Tian Shui and Mr. Yan could complete this conversation in the realm of reincarnation.

He did not escape, but stayed in the Tower of Origin.

even……

He took Mr. Yan's soul away.

If Qinglong continues to ignore it, then he can do more things in the Tower of Origin.

"I have no intention of running away."

Tian Shui stood on the chessboard, looking at the disciple he had trained.

The tower of origin is very high, but it is not this tower that really reaches the sky.

But hazy.

"Is it because you know you don't have long to live?"

Qinglong smiled and asked: "Or is it because...you really want to kill me, so wishful thinking that you can kill me by sacrificing yourself and making some arrangements?"

Tian Shui smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.

"I don't like rainy days...but it has rained several times a month in Uptown these years."

"These are all arranged by you, I know."

"Gu Xiaoman's thoughts are on Dongzhou, this is also arranged by you... I know it too."

"The red dragon is the orphan you picked up. He doesn't have a great sense of belonging to the Tower of Origin. Even if he becomes the number one envoy, he won't really work for me."

"I know all this."

The man sitting on the throne has countless mirrors condensed by clouds and mist all over his body, flipping up, reflecting the entire five continents. After playing against the main system of [Deep Sea], his power of flow continues to rise and break through. At this moment [Cloud Mirror] Authority has spread all over the five continents, almost every corner.

He knew almost everything that happened here.

Qinglong looked at her teacher seriously.

"I see all these things, but I just don't talk about them."

Although he was still smiling, there was a sense of sadness in his smile.

"Teacher... I'm just curious, if you don't agree with me so much, why did you go to such great lengths to support me?"

Countless [cloud mirrors] flipped and projected blazing light, shining on Tian Shui.

Tian Shui, who was standing on the chessboard, shook his head under the blazing light.

"It was sincere to support you back then."

"I want to kill you now, and it is sincere."

"People... can change."

Tian Shui said: "You might as well use the [cloud mirror] to take a look at yourself, and see how the current you is different from the original you?"

There was a moment of silence after hearing the words.

The [cloud mirror] directly in front slowly turned upside down.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

Clouds and mist linger in the mirror, and the specific appearance is hard to see.

But it is clear that...

He sits in the highest position in the world, unmatched by anyone.

Here, almost to the sky.

……

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