Chapter 481 Changes

Taiyi...

Even in the legend, the priesthood also includes the scope of the sun, and some people think that the two are actually the same. But in fact, the difference between Dongjun and Taiyi is like that of the chief minister of the cabinet and the emperor.

Even if a person looks like he has endless glory, he is actually just a high-end wage earner.

And the other is the true ruler of all things.

As the supreme god of the Eastern Xia region, he was also one of the few powerful gods in the world... Many scholars even believed that this god never existed at all after observation and deduction, and was only aimed at the sun god Dong. It's just a fiction made by you.

Otherwise, how could there be no trace of divinity left to this day?

It is a pity that the fall and disappearance of the gods are still an unsolved case, not to mention Taiyi, who disappeared thousands of years ago.

Whether its existence is true or false, no one can prove it.

But now, the crow loudly dropped such a bombshell news in front of Huai Shi, without any warning, causing Huai Shi's brain to almost shut down on the spot.

"'Taiyi'...is a real thing?"

"yes."

Crow replied calmly: "It did exist once, even if it only existed for a moment...but this miracle has undoubtedly been spread throughout the world."

Huai Shi swallowed dryly, already feeling a little eager to try, but before that, at least there were some questions that needed to be asked clearly.

"What's the success rate?"

"Don't worry." Crow said, "If you can succeed, it will be 100%!"

"..."

Huaishi's poems are speechless.

Am I just a guinea pig exploring the path?

I'm afraid someone who will die suddenly is waiting for me tomorrow!

"Didn't I tell you that the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy completed a total of seven and a half paths to sublimation?" Crow looked at him innocently: "This is the other half..."

In fact, the Road to Heaven was a semi-finished product that the Utopia could not fully complete until its fall.

Although it has been proven that this road to sublimation ultimately leads to the sun god Dongjun, after real verification, it was discovered that Dongjun is actually not the theoretical limit.

It should be possible to go further.

But then, no matter what method is used, it cannot be improved on this basis.

In countless simulation experiments, no matter what method is used, Dongjun's stigmata will directly collapse and turn into an ignorant artificial sun.

Perhaps there are some premises that have been overlooked, perhaps there are flaws that have not been noticed.

This is a difficulty that has not been overcome until the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven. Until the split of the Utopia, no one had been able to achieve success as Dongjun, let alone attempt Taiyi.

"Don't worry, since I said that, I am 100% sure of success."

Crow comforted him, "Besides, aren't the stigmata all on your body? Do you want to do as you please?"

As she said that, she raised her wings and patted Huai Shi's shoulder, and made a sincere and frank promise: "Even if you don't want to join Taiyi by then, I will never force you!"

"Really?" Huai Shi was suspicious.

"Of course it's true!" Crow habitually replied: "Will sister still lie to you?"

Huaishi: "..."

crow:"……"

In the silence, Huai Shi looked straight at the crow, and the crow blinked at him with an innocent face, its eyes full of sincerity and kindness.

It looked very believable, but Huai Shi couldn't help but feel a chill down his back.

It always feels like her arrangements are already on the way...

"I have a question."

Huaishi said suddenly.

"Well, you ask," Crow said.

"I want to hear the truth, and I need your word."

When speaking, Huai Shi's expression was more serious than ever before, staring straight at the black-hearted woman in front of her:

"——Are you Taiyi?"

"no."

The crow shook his head and asked in confusion: "What are you thinking about? There are only three living gods in the current situation. Apart from the white-crowned king who is no longer alive or dead, there is only one American lineage, and there is one in the surviving courtyard. One... do you think that if there really is a god alive, the Astronomical Society wouldn’t know about it?”

She paused for a moment, then became happy: "Oh, in your heart, my image as sister is so glorious and great? It really makes me happy."

"..."

Huai Shi was speechless: what she said was indeed correct.

There are only three gods left in the world.

It is difficult to determine whether the White Crown King is still alive, there is a person whose identity is extremely secret within the Survival Institute, and the American pedigree is now barely holding on to the overall situation.

Apart from these three, it is impossible for gods to exist in this world.

"Besides, if I were a goddess..."

Crow asked seriously: "Aren't you licking the dog?"

Huai Shi rolled her eyes again.

How wrong is it with me to think that such an unreliable and black-hearted woman is a god? If she were a god, this world would have fallen into hell long ago, right?

But even though he knew in his heart that this was just his random thoughts, he still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this moment.

I couldn't help but really start to consider her suggestion.

Both Dongjun and Taiyi are too far away for him.

Huaishi's top priority now is to first grasp Shao Siming's stigmata. Otherwise, he hasn't even touched the object's little hand. What's the point of thinking about what the child's name will be in the future?

What he was considering was whether to use the method provided by the crow.

Some hearts moved.

It was as if Crow knew what he would choose from the beginning, and he also knew that he would be unable to resist the temptation of this method.

Cultivate a hellish horde of your own.

It is indeed true to kill three birds with one stone.

But we can take a long-term approach and think about it carefully.

"But the problem is..."

The most troublesome point for Huai Shi: "If I do this, will it cause distortion of the current situation?"

As a red stick thug in the command bureau, you say that secretly you are a young man from an utopia, but you also have to secretly work in communication hell and raise a bunch of monsters and monsters as your pawns.

This is no longer the level of knowing the law and breaking the law.

No one knows about the Book of Destiny in his pocket, but raising a group of hell tribes cannot be hidden from others. What if his old leader writes a letter of report, and then four major legions descend from the sky and take the blame for him?

"The current situation is distorted? Is it just you?"

Crow was amused: "Silly boy, I'm not looking down on you... Even if you freeze directly now, you won't pose any threat to the current situation.

Besides, raising monsters and monsters in the abyss is a tradition in the Utopia, right? In the past, they treated hell like a pigsty. Raising a group and killing a group was like cutting leeks... If you really want to check this, the top 100 people will be killed and it won't be your turn. You can rest assured and bold. To earn modifiers.

Even if the world goes bad, it is definitely not your fault alone. "

Correction value, degree of distortion.

Both are names for change, a unit to quantify changes in the current situation, and at the same time, they are also a factor to measure depth.

Changes in miracles and disasters all depend on this.

In this regard, Crow didn't say much, but simply told Huai Shi: "If the change is good, then it can be called a correction in general. If this change is bad, then it can be called a distortion." .

The two are not constant, and sometimes transform and image each other. I'm afraid only the department in charge of the Doomsday Clock in the Survival Institute can figure out the specific calculation method.

Just know a little bit. "

"The higher the correction value, the closer this world is to paradise."

Crow said, "The higher the degree of distortion, the closer this world is to hell..."

Huaishi suddenly realized: "The two cancel each other out and form the current situation, right? I understand."

"..." Crow didn't speak, just looked at him in confusion.

Until he noticed something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I just found out that you may have understood something wrong."

The crow raised its wings and scratched its little head. After a long silence, it asked: "Do you think that the two values ​​are actually two sides of the same body, like two ends of a scale, and the weights can cancel each other out?"

"Isn't that right?"

Huai Shi felt something was wrong.

"I really hope that's the case, but unfortunately, it's not."

Crow sighed: "The saddest thing is...the two sides are actually calculated separately.

There is no such thing as the cancellation of positive and negative, the balance of good and evil. Huai Shi, the two co-exist, and both bring their own influence. "

This world exists between two poles.

It's like a rope in a tug-of-war.

Infinitely close to paradise, and at the same time, infinitely close to hell, wandering so crazily between the two. Perhaps both at the same time, but at the same time, more often than not, it is difficult to distinguish.

In the long silence, Huai Shi stayed in place.

Recalling the scene he saw in his dream when he advanced.

The glorious reality, the countless gorgeous borders surrounding it, the dark abyss, and the desolate world in the deepest part of hell, where everything is dead.

In a vague trance, I seemed to understand something.

But it is difficult to understand.

"What exactly is hell?" He looked at the crow blankly: "To what extent and what kind of world can it truly be called hell?"

Such a simple question made the crow fall into silence.

After a long time, she whispered: "Huai Shi, the so-called hell is a place where change is lost."

"Variety?"

"Yes, change. It doesn't matter whether you call it entropy or heat death. When it reaches that level, everything will turn into a pool of stagnant water and fall into eternal solidification. It should come to an end."

She said: "To be more precise, it should be a world that has come to an end, a world that once was, a world that has long since died, a place without any hope or a way forward...

When a world dies, the remains of it are hell. "

"By then, all you will see is an outline that has changed beyond recognition compared to before. The ashes left after those good past events worth praising have been burned out. After a long time, they have lost their original appearance. Record……

The tombstones and tombs of a world, the final destination of all things.

The old world was destroyed and buried, along with the past. Then a new world rises on hell, ushering in a new tomorrow, until tomorrow no longer comes..."

"Everything will change, everything will stop changing, just as the stars will fall, the sun will go out, and the heroes will die.

Layers of the old world are continuously buried, turning into fossils hidden under the earth, sinking into eternal darkness. "

During this long narration, she stared at her contractor and told him word for word:

"I think this should be hell, Huai Shi."

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After ending the conversation in the morning, Huai Shi's mood fell into a depression.

I can't muster any energy.

He sat blankly on the sofa and basked in the sun outside the window. He didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep. It was already afternoon when he was woken up by the sound outside the window.

He got up from the sofa, folded the blanket that Uncle Fang had quietly covered him with, and when he walked to the window, he saw a vast expanse of silvery white.

Countless pure white snow powder fell from the sky in the wind, stained the windows, and melted in the warm air of the air conditioner. It stayed on the windowsill and condensed into wisps of frost.

Unbelievable.

Huai Shi raised her hand and pressed it on the window, feeling the actual cold temperature. She still couldn't believe what she was seeing: "Is it snowing?"

"yes."

In the corner of the living room, crows hummed songs, rolled up small flowers and decorations, and jumped around to dress up the enamel filigree birdcage bought in their antique store.

"When you advanced, you slept for more than half a month." She turned around and said, "New Year's Day is tomorrow, haven't you noticed?"

Huai Shi took out her cell phone from her pocket and looked at the date on it with wide eyes.

December 31st.

It's...New Year's Day?

It seemed like I had slept for a long time, and when I opened my eyes, the whole world was different.

Huai Shi opened the door and felt a cool comfort in the cold wind. And in the courtyard, the fat horse, which had never seen snow before, was holding Beelzebub in its mouth, reveling in the courtyard excitedly, and chirping loudly.

Huai Shi scratched her hair helplessly, looking at its rounded outline that had not been seen for a while, and suddenly felt a headache: "She's so fat."

What did Uncle Fang feed it?

——You are so fat, will you still be able to run in the future?

In the future, if I ride it out, I'm afraid I'll be called the 'Fat Horse Prince', right?

Sensing the disrespectful look in his younger brother's eyes, Baima snorted coldly, raised his nostrils and sprayed two bursts of hot air on his face, raised his head proudly, turned around and left.

Well, there’s still a screaming Beelzebub in his mouth.

I don’t know why, but he likes this new toy... just like a tape recorder. When he has nothing to do, he kicks his feet and waits for him to talk about cross talk and storytelling.

Fine.

Huaishi looked helplessly at the iron book with the fragrance constantly spitting out from the horse's mouth, and waved her hand to indicate to the horse that it would wish itself well.

In this family, Ma's status is higher than mine.

The days are really unbearable.

But when the snow fell on his shoulders, feeling the coldness and the noisy scene of the city at the foot of the mountain in the distance, Huaishi's mood suddenly became clear.

He stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes and sighed: "It's almost the New Year."

Time flies so fast.

But now when I look around, it feels so long.

In July, he became an Ascended One.

In August, he took revenge and killed Qi Wen.

I was on the Mayflower at the end of August, and I went to the rookie game in September.

Then came Witch Night again, and the Stars again...

After going round and round, he finally became Shao Siming.

It only took five months.

It was obviously so short, but when I recall it, I feel so fulfilled.

It was like riding on a roller coaster, going so fast that I couldn't even find the brakes.

Life is completely different and at the same time it has become so busy and noisy.

My wish came true, I had a family, I gained strength...

Before he was seventeen, he longed for a change in his life, but when this change came, he never thought it would be so drastic.

It can be expected that things will continue to change in the future, right?

His life will continue like this.

Just as the world will continue to function.

Everything will change.

Maybe one day, death will come as promised... But is it too early for me to worry about such distant things?

In the gradually falling snow, Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh softly.

Carelessly, throw away the snowflakes from your fingertips.

He turned and walked toward the house.

Waiting for the arrival of the new year.