Chapter 774 773. Why Does It Exist?

The roots of the ashes tree were discarded like garbage by the king who left the throne, and fell on the big tree next to him.

On the corpse of the ancient demigod, Archdruid Veblen.

All vitality and power were used to suppress [Mad King Dom] and delay the birth that was bound to come. For this, the ancient demigod paid an extremely painful price.

The cost of life.

The Arch Druid's body turned into a dead tree. When the roots of the Ash Tree touched the dead tree, they merged directly into it.

Immediately afterwards, the dead wood that had long lost its life seemed to be rejuvenated...

No, no, it's not vitality.

The dead wood began to flow out [blood], and dark red and hot liquid flowed from the cracked wounds of the dead wood. The temperature in the air rose for no reason, and a smell of sulfur filled the air.

The ancient demigod's corpse suddenly opened its eyes, forming a human face in the center of the tree trunk, but that human face was made of magma-like material and looked particularly ferocious.

At this time, he is no longer the respected ancient demigod, but a disgusting life created by the roots of the ashes tree and the power of [Mad King Dom] from the body of the Arch Druid Veblen. .

Whether this even qualifies as life is hard to say.

"I am...Detonating Deadwood Gregory!!!"

The being who called himself [Gregory] suddenly shook the tree roots under him, and in an instant, thousands of tree roots swept towards Margaret and Dorothy from all directions.

Margaret pulled out the Dawn Wind with her backhand and swung the long sword in her hand like a storm. The storm formed by the sword blade collided with countless tree roots, making a deafening explosion.

After each tree root was cut off, it exploded like a bomb, and the chaotic airflow of the explosion continued to scatter the sword energy struck by the Dawn Wind.

Just when one person and one tree were in a stalemate, Dorothy's eyes flickered, and the starlight in her hand pointed somewhere as if it was locating. Then the sun's light was highly condensed and emitted, colliding with the fire of chaos.

"Boom!!!"

The air wave caused by the explosion knocked everyone on both sides away. After the smoke dissipated, the witch Clara stood on Gregory's tree trunk, looking down at the two of them, "My love needs a quiet place to communicate with the guests. Please follow me to another place to have a good [talk]."

After the words fell, the space was in chaos, and the witch Clara teleported other irrelevant people away.

…

Whether it was the appearance of [Gregory] or the witch Clara teleporting Margaret and Dorothy away, Mo Cheng did not make any move, as if the two teammates were no longer important in his heart at this moment.

He looked at Dom's face in confusion, thinking rapidly about various possibilities in his mind.

Mo Cheng was pretty sure that was his own face. It was the face he saw in front of the mirror every morning.

"Confused?" Dom pointed at his face, "Confused about why I look the same as you?"

Mo Cheng said seriously, "I just hope I don't hear anything about our blood relationship from you. Believe me, this joke is not funny."

He didn't intend to hear words like "I AM Your Father" from the other party's mouth.

"What if I say yes? You and I do have an extraordinary, even closer blood relationship than others..."

Before the last word "relationship" could be uttered, Dom turned his head sharply and avoided the sword energy intended to explode his head.

But he didn't hide fast enough, and the sword energy still cut off a strand of his hair and left a small wound on his cheek.

"I don't know if you have any misunderstandings about me." Mo Cheng's face was frosty, cold and tough, "I don't want you to think that you can get life protection if you are related by blood to me. I don't want to accept this wrong idea. Mind using your life to correct it.”

When it was completely impossible to reconcile the positions, Dom might just have a blood relationship with him. Something of this level could not stop Mo Cheng from murdering him.

Not to mention Dom's appearance, Mo Cheng was more inclined to use some magical means.

After all, this guy was born from scratch by his followers using unknown technology.

"A grumpy guy."

Dom gently wiped the wound on his face with his fingers. As his fingers touched the wound, the wound healed immediately.

"A question, how to confirm that something actually exists?"

The question was raised suddenly, but what he got in return was indeed a surge of sword energy. When Mo Cheng completed the hero template of [Lord], he was the Saint of Swords at this moment.

The sword energy spreads horizontally, destroying all things. Even the body of a demigod dare not come into contact with this sharp and unparalleled edge.

"I like to tell riddles to others, but I don't like others to tell riddles to me."

But Dom neither evaded nor resisted, just with a look, the sword energy that filled the sky disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

He transferred the sword energy, not in the sense of space, but in time.

Just now, Dom transferred the sword energy in the sky to a certain point in the future.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move directly to the future or the past, the path that Mo Cheng must pass, but the power of time surging in the other party made him give up this idea.

Although the opponent is not as proficient in controlling the power of time as he is, it is not a rational idea to plan to compete with the opponent for the power of time based on such an advantage.

Perhaps knowing that Mo Cheng would not answer his riddle, Dom sighed slightly and said:

"The answer is observation and interaction. Its quality, its color, its smell, its [properties], its [information], these are the basis of its existence."

"So, when there is such a thing, its quality, its color, its taste, and all its attributes and information that can interact with the outside world are extracted, does it still exist?"

Dom shook his head, "It doesn't exist, because it can't feedback to the outside world, and it can't confirm its own existence. It just [doesn't exist]!"

Mo Cheng frowned, not knowing why Dom said these things. His feeling told him that the other party was telling him important information.

"So, is there something that can still be observed by the outside world after being stripped of all its attributes?"

Dom smiled, but that smile contained many things, something that even Mo Cheng couldn't see. "Theoretically, it is impossible for it to exist. Why does it exist? All the attributes that represent it have disappeared. It’s gone, you can’t feel it, you can’t measure it, and even from the perspective of the world itself, it’s impossible for an object that can no longer interact with the outside world to recognize its existence.”

Dom stretched out his hand, and at some point, a drop of blood appeared on his index finger.

A drop of blood that looked very familiar was Mo Cheng's blood.

"Then why do you exist?!"

"Why do I exist?!"

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