All Heavens: Starting from Douluo

The moment when the light gradually fades.

Although the light is still dazzling, the result has been determined.

"Any last words?"

Lin Chaoci asked as he looked at his other self who was missing his lower body.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

"Then...it depends on what you want to hear..."

With only half of his body left, "Lin Chaoci" was lying on the ground of uncertain material. The fight just now could shatter his body, turn a mountain into ashes, and evaporate any sea with a radius of ten thousand miles, but it could not make this It’s amazing to see any change in the sandy soil and roads.

However, "Lin Chaoci", who only had the upper half of his body left, felt uncomfortable, and his opponent Lin Chaoci also felt uncomfortable - even though his body was intact, he was infected with a large area of ​​frost, and the frost His lower body was burnt, frostbitten and burnt at the same time. The excruciating pain could no longer be described in simple words, but it still couldn't move Lin Chaoci at all. It was just that in his actions, Lin Chaoci seemed to be faltering a little.

Bone Spirit Lenghuo didn't win.

But Bone Spirit Lenghuo didn't lose either.

People win, and people lose.

Therefore, Lin Chaoci did not despise Bone Spirit Lenghuo, nor did he despise himself in another timeline. He staggered to himself in another timeline, thought for a moment, and then asked bluntly. He discovered the pattern that he had always doubted: "Does the core of controlling this pen rely on my soul?"

"You want to ask why it keeps creating opponents for you, right?"

"You are clearly the author."

"You are obviously the chosen one."

"Obviously you are the so-called one."

"Right?"

Looking at his future self, he nodded. With only half of his body left, "Lin Chaoci" managed to finish these words. He coughed up a mouthful of blood foam again, coughed twice violently, and endured the sting of air being poured into his lungs. Feeling the pain, the corners of his mouth raised, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at himself, others, or the brush itself: "But have you ever thought... you, the writer, the chosen one, the so-called only one,... Is it in the definition?”

"What do you mean?"

Lin Chaoci's pupils trembled and his tone was urgent.

This was an emotional reaction he rarely had.

Because there was a possibility behind it that he didn't dare to guess and imagine.

However, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.

If the future self cannot defeat the self who has become a loser from the front, then it is better to let this failure continue. But if the future self can defeat the self that is already a loser from the front, maybe it will be further away from those who have gone further. There is still a long way to go, but in his eyes, he is better than his master. There is no need to hide some words and refuse to say them, and there is no need to trick his future self before he dies.

Because of this, Lin Chaoci, who had only half his body left, gasped, using the tingling sensation of air in his lungs to fight against his tired consciousness, and tried his best to answer the question with a clear mind:

"What do you mean?"

"You've already guessed it, and you're still asking me?"

"Yes, it means exactly what you imagined."

"I won't play charades with you anymore."

"Just tell me, okay?"

"Do you know what the nature of a pen is?"

"The essence of the pen is a tool, and it is a tool that defines everything. If writing is the first flame that humans have mastered, representing wisdom, then the pen is the wood that carries this first flame. A species born before fire!”

"It's like the relationship between Pangu and heaven and earth."

"Whether it is Pangu or the Three Thousand Demon Gods, they were all born before heaven and earth. Because of this, there is a saying that there was Hongjun first and then heaven."

"As for this pen, although I don't know what its essence is, I have a vague guess, a treasonous guess - this pen is the fate of human civilization!"

"No, it should be said to be a carrier of luck!"

"Just like when you use a brush to inquire about the essence of a brush, you will always get nothing but blanks. It is a conceptual carrier that transcends rules."

"I'll give you a few examples and you'll understand."

"First example: Five Elements."

"Everyone knows that the five elements are a combination of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. However, tracing the origin of the five elements can be traced all the way back to the end of human civilization, which is when humans gave the definition of the five elements."

"Why do humans give definitions to the five elements?"

"With words!"

“What do humans use to write?”

"Use a pen!"

"The pen is also a concept."

"This concept can be called a flower, a grass, a cat or a dog, or the Three Thousand Avenues. As long as it can write words, this concept can be called anything. It is just defined as a pen, and the concept of a pen, That’s why it has been passed down.”

"You can use it to write, I want light."

"It will give you light."

"You can use it to write, I want beauty."

"It will give you beauty."

"I even suspect that if I use it to write, I need the Avenue of Power among the Three Thousand Avenues, and it can also give me the Avenue of Power, provided that I can pay the price. This is something I suspect but cannot confirm."

"Perhaps this guess is incredible, but I must remind you - the avenue of power is also the definition given by humans!"

"The avenue of power can be any avenue!"

"It's just that the definition given by humans is force!"

"Perhaps, in the eyes of alien creatures that don't know whether they exist, there is no way of power at all, because their culture is another."

"My statement may not have been clear."

"do you understand?"

With only half of his body left, "Lin Chaoci" looked at the thoughtful self in front of him, with a trace of hope and fantasy in his eyes.

Lin Chaoci could understand what his other self meant.

In fact, summarize these words and then translate them.

Just one sentence is all it takes: The brush is the firewood that breeds the fire of human civilization. Because human civilization has given various definitions to the world, therefore, the brush that can define the human race itself has the ability to define various forces. This kind of The power of definition can even exceed concepts. For example, when I use a brush to deny the existence of the Avenue of Power, the Avenue of Power that has been defined by human civilization from the beginning will completely disappear, provided that I can afford to pay the price.

"As long as you know……"

"As long as you know……"

"As long as you know……"

With only half of his body left, "Lin Chaoci"'s voice became weaker and weaker, until his heart stopped beating and the weak voice completely disappeared.

Turned into dust like the dust beneath him.

Swallowed by dust, it disappeared.

"Perhaps this is also closing the timeline."

"The person who ultimately holds the brush must be the only one."

"Since it is the only one, there must be only one."

Seeing his other self turn into dust, and not even a handful of ashes could be seen in the end, Lin Chaoci finally hid the above three sentences in his stomach.

Death is a big deal.

It is he, the living person, who should consider these things.

Why should he tell this cruel fact to a deceased person who left peacefully?

Is it possible that he deliberately makes people die with their eyes open?

Even though the person is dead, no matter whether he speaks or not, the dead person will never hear it again.

However, some things still depend on how you do them.

Not what you think.