Desperate Night

"You shouldn't be a disciple of the Zhengyuan Sect, right? Oh, by the way, a while ago, the only disciple of the Zhengyuan Sect here committed suicide. His name was Yang Chenhe." Tiger smiled and said, "Have you seen him? He was there very soon. location below.”

"I have seen Yang Chenhe." Yu Hong replied, but his heart sank.

"Then did he tell you that in this world, everything, everything, everything, only source disaster is the orthodoxy! It is the main theme of everything, and we living creatures are just accidental miracles?" Tiger laughed. .

"The so-called life is a little bubble that occasionally appears in the long cycle of source disasters. The environment suitable for our survival only has such a small amount of time. The rest of the time, most of the time, it is completely unable to integrate the source of any life's survival. disaster environment.”

"Do you know what I used to do?" Tiger continued. "Fortune Master! I am the most powerful fortune teller who specializes in calculating people's future destiny! As a result, I worked hard, formed formations, suppressed my nausea, and killed hundreds of thousands of people as a foundation to calculate the hope for the future! Looking for us The vitality of life, calculate how long the source disaster will last."

The smile on its face gradually began to distort.

"Do you know what I figured out!?"

"." Yu Hong looked at its almost completely distorted face and said nothing.

"Six billion years!!" the tiger shouted. "It will take six billion years for the black disaster to begin to slowly weaken, but right after that, you think it's over? No!"

"Haha, the black disaster is over, and there are still cold disasters, wind disasters, flood disasters, and light disasters that come and go in cycles. Our lives can only survive and stabilize in the middle of the intersection of many source disasters, a little bit of area that barely maintains a balance of confrontation. . The rest of the time, all that awaits us is to be devoured.”

Tiger's sharp laughter kept echoing in Yu Hong's ears, and he stared at the other person with an expressionless face.

"So, in the future, there will no longer be a stable and peaceful place?"

"Ha, just like rocks occasionally appear in rivers, the area where the water flow is blocked behind the rocks will be calmer. I originally tried to find such a place. As a result, I found that there are also other source disasters occupying such areas. So, everything is There is no hope." Tiger turned around and refused to continue communicating. He still faced the wall, sat at the desk, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

"What if I swallow the power of the source of disaster and use it for my own use?" Yu Hong asked again, thinking of Ku Chan's self-created technique.

"Original disaster represents singleness and purity. The mind is a type of spirit, a heterogeneous impurity energy. If it is swallowed, and the method is very strong, you will survive at first, but after that, it will be quickly eroded, and the mind will be regarded as abnormal. The power is expelled and eventually becomes a part of the source of disaster, losing its self-consciousness and leaving only the body."

Tiger replied softly.

"Because consciousness itself is an orderly thing composed of external forces. Once order is lost, consciousness will not arise. Mortal consciousness is composed of brain waves, and stronger ones will use similar high transmission power to replace brain waves. . But the root of everything comes from order. Unfortunately, everything inside the source disaster is chaotic, not only the power but also the consciousness."

When Yu Hong heard this, he suddenly recalled many stories and novels he had read before, in which someone mentioned that he had mastered the power of chaos and could maintain his own will.

This is contradictory in itself

Will is the crystallization of order, a large-scale information network constructed from brain waves and similar energy. Without order, even the most basic neuron structure cannot be formed.

If information cannot be transmitted and combined in an orderly manner, it will lead to confusion of consciousness, and even memories cannot be preserved.

Because memory is also a product of order. It is an orderly storage of information.

"Have you tried it?" Yu Hong asked.

The tiger stopped replying, and the room became quiet, without any sound.

No matter how he asked again, he never made a sound.

In desperation, Yu Hong had to return to Agris's back and think about the future path.

'If the source of disaster is really what Zhao Chenhu said, then maybe it will be true in the future.'

Snap.

He suddenly slapped his arm hard, and the faint stinging pain woke him up from his sorrow.

"I just want to live peacefully. What does the next billions of years have to do with me? I just want to make sure everything is stable and beautiful while I'm alive."

Thinking of this, Yu Hong suddenly felt much better.

"All things cannot escape the fate of decline. It is natural that the cycle will repeat itself. I just need to find a stable place as much as possible and live the life I want to live with peace of mind. In this case, I can find a corner of the world and help support hundreds of people. "

"As for the future, let's leave it to others to deal with."

Thinking of this, the depression in Yu Hong's heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

‘Find a new place to move! ! Must be as soon as possible! ’

After confirming his thoughts, he immediately felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

The temperature in the City of Hope world is still dropping. Once it drops to minus 1,780 degrees, even the oxygen in the air will liquefy. At that time, we will have to rely entirely on technology to produce oxygen. Under the invasion of the black disaster, the world's materials cannot be mined and transformed in large quantities, and there is only a dead end in the end.

After leaving the prison island, Yu Hong immediately took Ku Chan, Qinghuang, and Zhang Kaijing and started boarding the boat to randomly explore places of life.

Three days later.

The strengthening of the Black Wind Camp has ended.

Layers of black walls that look like metal and stone once again cover the outer layer of the safe house, completing a new round of strength and hardness enhancement.

Over at Hope City, Chen Yaofeng took the lead and led everyone to concentrate on building an extremely huge spaceship.

They call it Project Dawn.

But Yu Hong has no hope.

If the source of disaster is so easy to avoid, then there is no way that there are so many powerful forces that can be wiped out easily.

He didn't dissuade him. After all, even if it couldn't be used as a spaceship, it could still be used as a huge fully enclosed base.

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Wow.

The waves of the Black River continued to sound outside the boat.

Yu Hong stood on the bow of the boat a little tired, looking at the dense fog that was constantly splitting in front of him.

During these days, he took the black ship to explore many broken islands, but there were only some strange black disaster monsters on them, and no useful clues were found.

Kuchan meditated on the back deck. Qinghuang was flipping through the foreign language learning materials collected from Hope City.

Zhang Kaijing sat on the side of the boat holding a comic book in one hand, reading with relish.

Yu Hong glanced at her. The other person was holding a martial arts comic book. He had read it before when he was bored. The characters in it all destroyed mountains and seas with their hands, and the martial arts levels were extremely exaggerated.

At that time, he also imagined that if he had the strength of the characters in it, he might be able to block the source of disaster and maintain the life he wanted.

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But judging from this encounter in the Taoist world, even such a strong person may not see hope.

‘Tell me, what kind of power can stop spiritual disasters and black disasters? A strong martial artist in the comics? Or a god or a Buddha? Or is technology developed to its extreme? ’ Yu Hong asked softly.

"It is estimated that the powerful martial artists cannot be gods and Buddhas. Isn't it just spiritual disasters? Judging from ancient records, the source of disasters is endless and will resurrect. Their energy is infinite. If they want to fight, they can only find infinite power. But in this world There is no limit, only source disaster. So we have to go back to the old way of using source disaster to fight against source disaster. This is walking a tightrope, so if you are not careful, you will lose everything." Ku Chan shook his head and opened his eyes. "Only the power that can devour them! Only by turning them into a part of yourself can you weaken them and strengthen yourself! In turn, you can oppress them!"

Obviously, he had this idea a long time ago, so he created his own Tao method with similar effects.

"It makes sense, Ku Chan, can you teach me your Taoism? Maybe I can strengthen and improve it."

Yu Hong nodded in agreement. He was truly a genius. After enlightenment, I immediately grasped the key points.

"Here." Ku Chan raised his hand and threw out a booklet. "This is my own Cloud Transformation Training Technique. It is not perfect yet. It can only be used if the Dao Breath is close to that of the Heavenly Master. Ordinary people cannot practice it. The alliance leader shared the secret technique of spiritual light and saved so many people. This technique is not worth it. Mention it.”

He seems to have calmed down now, and is much more energetic than before. His eyes are bright and resolute, and he has begun to actively participate in investigating the source of the disaster.

It seemed that he regarded the source disaster as the only remaining enemy that killed his whole family, and found a goal to survive.

Snap.

Yu Hong took the book and took it over to read it, and he probably understood Ku Chan's thinking.

This is to use one's own Tao breath to condense the formation in the body, absorb the power of the source disaster into the body, suppress it with more and less, suppress it with advantage, reduce the power of the source disaster, separate and sort out the chaos bit by bit, and then reorganize it into something capable and harmonious. A new structural force that integrates and coexists with itself.

This cloud-transforming training method can only be used on source disasters that are not so antagonistic to the attributes of one's own breath. But the idea is quite novel and the method is simple and crude.

If you don't consider the side effects of integrating the source of the disaster force into your body in a short period of time, it won't be a big problem.

But when Yu Hong looked at Ku Chan's now blood-red eyes and disfigured face, new dense blisters had grown again, he knew that the sequelae had begun to attack.

Just drinking poison to quench thirst

He sighed inwardly.

Holding the booklet, he sat cross-legged on the ground and thought silently in his heart.

"Strengthening cloud training method, direction: eliminating sequelae."

laugh.

Black lines flow out of the black seal and quickly merge into the booklet.

But the next moment, the black line returned to the black mark and gave feedback.

‘It cannot be eliminated, and the functions related to the exercise are incomplete. ’

"." Yu Hong suddenly understood that this required the skill to have even a little bit of the ability to resist the sequelae, but now it seems that it doesn't have it at all. Maybe Ku Chan didn't care at all about how long he could live.

He thought for a moment and tried another approach.

‘Intensified cloud training method, direction: prolong the onset of sequelae for one hundred years. ’

Warlocks don't have any life-extending methods. The longest-lived one is Quan He. At Ku Chan's current age, if the sequelae are extended to a hundred years later, wouldn't that mean there are no sequelae?

After all, Ku Chan would probably have died of old age by then.

This time, the black line flashed and flowed into the booklet, and the feedback of inquiry immediately sounded.

This time Yu Hong knew that the strengthening was successful.

After he replied in the affirmative, he saw a bright red countdown appear on the surface of the booklet: 11:05 on the 5th.