Chapter 859 Bird in a Cage

Qiulanduo laughed all of a sudden. He felt that even if it was a joke, at least he had to make it sound reasonable.

If the other party told him something else, he might believe it. But when the other party told him that the world where he had been reincarnated for eight million years was fake, and that the earth where he had lived for a long time and the sky where he had flown over time and time again were all illusions, he felt that he still had a say.

No one was more qualified than him to judge the authenticity of this world.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha..."

He smiled and kept shaking his head.

"Hehe~"

"Priest, it's too absurd."

He opened his arms and used his eyes and all his senses to receive the signals of this world, feeling them constantly sending the authenticity of this world into his mind.

Every moment, every minute and every second.

"Fake?"

"How could it be, how could it be fake?"

Qiulanduo stepped on the floor, which was so solid. He looked at the door of the sky plane behind him and the forest he had just passed by. He seemed to be able to recall the fragrance of the trees.

He had felt the temperature of the clouds, breathed the smell of the wind, and remembered the cheers of the birdmen, and even played with them in the woods.

He looked into the sky plane. He had walked through the palaces and buildings again and again. Familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared in his mind, and he remembered the happy times of his childhood.

The more he recalled, the more certain he was.

He said.

"I can feel this world so truly. I grew up here in my childhood, and I used to live and play here with them."

"Are all those people fake?"

"Is my childhood also fake?"

"Are you saying that everything I feel is really fake? I don't believe it. At least I firmly believe that this world is real."

The priest did not refute him.

He slowly stretched out his hand and put his finger on Qiulando's forehead. Light surged from the priest's body, allowing Qiulando to see part of the truth of this world.

Qiulando's senses were deprived, but his vision fell into another experience, a sensory experience that only the void bacteria can have.

In an instant.

The whole world turned into a piece of snow-white, and it kept expanding.

He went deep into the microscopic mimetic world and found that this world was composed of countless points, and each of the smallest points was a bacteria of nothingness.

The sky, mountains, water, life and everything in this world were made up of them. They were isolated from reality under the extraordinary power of this glass tank, and they were reincarnated at an extremely fast speed, forming time and history in the glass tank.

They were water on the ground the last moment, and turned into clouds in the sky the next moment. They were once high mountains and now empty valleys.

Qiulando watched them.

He also heard their voices in this world in the tank, countless voices calling and speaking to him.

"I am bacteria of nothingness."

"I am both one and ten thousand. We can be countless, tens of millions, or the same."

"I exist everywhere."

"We are both real and nothing."

Voices that cannot be counted by numbers gathered together, overwhelming him.

The sky king Qiulando stood in a world with only him. He seemed to have become an empty valley, with only those voices echoing in his mind and body.

The next moment.

The senses of the world that had been deprived of him returned, and the signals from the outside world continued to tell him that this world was real.

But at this moment, Qiulando could not go back to the previous moment.

He saw the secret, he knew the truth, and it was impossible for him to go back to the past.

Qiulando was lost, he didn't know whether he should show sadness or despair at this moment, he just felt that his body was empty, and the world was empty.

He laughed again, but he was a little confused and bitter.

He didn't know who he was asking: "What have I been doing all this time?"

Qiulando finally looked at the priest and asked him very seriously.

"Tell me."

"At least you are not fake!"

"Even if you are not the priest, and you are not in this body, you are at least another intelligent being!"

The priest, who had always been very calm, finally showed some fluctuations in his expression, revealing some sadness.

Qiulanduo reincarnated again and again, and the priest had been here for more than 8 million years. He turned the out-of-control weirdness back into Qiulanduo again and again, and opened and closed the sky plane again and again.

The priest welcomed his new life again and again, and brought Qiulanduo to the stele forest again and again, watching him engrave his life.

Watched him live, watched him die, welcomed him and sent him away.

But the fluctuation was fleeting, and he raised his head and faced Qiulanduo calmly and calmly.

"This world is made up of all the void bacteria trapped in the jar, and I am part of the collective consciousness responsible for coordinating this time."

"I was also born for a mission, and I started this reincarnation with you, resurrecting you again and again to ensure that everything can run normally."

"The goal of ending the reincarnation was to find a birdman life template that adapts to the third era. You are the executor and I am the supervisor."

"Now."

"As long as you declare the end with me and imprint the chosen life template, everything will be over."

The priest stretched out his hand and faced Qiulanduo.

"King of the Sky."

"If you hate this world and your mission, then end reincarnation!"

"In these 8,430,000 years and 6,279 years, draw the final sign of rest."

Qiuranduo opened his mouth wide, his muscles were shaking continuously, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

He even had hallucinations.

His vision began to blur, and he vaguely heard the other party asking him.

"Please destroy this world!"

Yes, at this moment he could destroy the whole world just by giving a response.

Destroy.

This false world.

But he has become somewhat confused about what is real and what is false.

——

Sky plane.

Chulando lives in the place where he once lived. He has done nothing recently. He walks around every day, looking at the places he visited in his childhood and youth, looking for traces of his past existence.

But as a priest once said, you can escape the facts, but time will push the facts forward.

The backlash of his power became more and more serious, and he would often turn into a huge gray bird flying in the sky unconsciously. And this was not the most serious problem. The more serious problem was that as his power went out of control, the sky became more and more serious. The climate outside is also becoming colder and colder.

Snow began to fall from the sky, and the paradise that was originally like spring all year round was gradually covered by the cold winter.

The Sky Kingdom is preparing to start a new cycle of migration, and the entire kingdom is in chaos.

"Are we really going to leave?" Some people cried and cried, reluctant to leave.

"Why is it like this?" Some people looked at the ice gradually approaching from the edge of the floating island, with expressions of disbelief.

"I don't want to leave, I don't want to go to that terrible continent." After learning that another reincarnation has begun, many people still cannot accept it, but in the end they can only accept it.

People in cities began to pack their bags before the real winter arrived, hoping to bring more supplies and survival items, because they may face a long period without the King of the Sky and the Kingdom.

They will retreat from the civilized country to the wilderness again, waiting for the next time the King of the Sky will lead them to fly back to this country.

The top of a building.

Chulando looked at those people, and he could feel their reluctance, their pain and sadness. They were so afraid of the world outside the sky plane.

He saw groups of people coming to his palace, begging him not to drive them out.

"O great King of the Sky, please do not abandon us."

"We need you."

There were also people who accepted everything and came to pay homage to him and say goodbye.

"King of the Sky, thank you for your continued protection."

"Our descendants will be waiting for you and following you back here again."

“May the kingdom of the sky endure forever.”

The pain and sorrow of those people were so real that he could clearly see the tears they shed, and the pious expressions and reluctance on their faces as they worshiped him.

He had seen such scenes too many times and fell into doubt again and again.

"Is this really fake?"

"No, they are played by different condensations of the bacteria of nothingness. They are just playing such a role."

"None of them exist."

"Are they here?"

He recognized the reality clearly, but the reality was that these people appeared before him alive, how could he pretend that they did not exist.

He is their king of the sky. He has been reincarnated thousands of times to protect this place again and again. He grew up here, how could he turn a blind eye.

I woke up from my sleep again and even had extremely scary thoughts.

"Should we destroy and kill those new birdmen? As long as the mission is not over, all this will not disappear."

Hesitation lingers.

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

Getting lost and stumbling among the crowd.

Once the backlash of power started, it continued to accelerate, and his situation became worse and worse. At one time, he was the king of the sky with wisdom, and at another time, he was a gray prison bird soaring in the sky.

He went back and forth between wisdom and darkness, walking on the edge of truth and falsehood, and was confused all day long.

On this day, he came to the forest of ice crystal steles.

He looked at the nine thousand three hundred and twenty-four ice crystal monuments. The cold wind blew by, and his eyes became crystal clear.

He said.

"Birth, creation, destruction, death."

"Then wait for the next birth."

Although the time to maintain his wisdom was getting shorter and shorter, at least at this moment he suddenly became extremely rational. The monuments of reincarnation dispelled his hesitation and hesitation, and brought him back from illusion to reality.

"Whether it is true or false, should we continue?"

"What the hell am I doing?"

——

On the throne of the Sky King.

Qiuranduo looked at the priest: "End it!"

The priest simply said: "Okay!"

The executors and supervisors have reached a consensus and the mission has been completed. There seems to be no reason to continue or stay.

The priest stretched out his hands in a praying gesture, and a ball of light emerged from between his palms, spreading out into halos, signaling the end of the world.

But at the moment of making the decision, I saw the priest really made all the movements to end it.

Qiulando opened his mouth wide, he suddenly stood up from the throne of the sky king, and said loudly: "No, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

The priest put down his hand and looked at Qiulando: "It has already started."

Qiurando roared: "I told you to stop."

The priest said: "In fact, you don't really want me to stop, you just feel a little reluctant, just like you are so reluctant but still made the decision to end it."

Qiurando rushed down from the chair and looked at the priest with a hideous face: "You void bacteria, guys disguised as humans, how can you understand my feelings for this world, you just want to complete your mission urgently, you have never really lived."

From the moment the decision was made, you can see pieces of white foam spreading from the edges and corners of the world, floating up from the mountains and rivers.

The same is true for the sky plane, the edge of the floating island is foaming little by little.

The people in the town were stunned at first, but finally merged into it one by one. They were divided and danced with the foam.

They turned into the bacteria of nothingness again.

Under the throne of the sky, Qiulando looked at the priest with extremely painful eyes. His face was extremely red, because just now he ordered the destruction of the world where he had existed for eight million years, and also destroyed all his past.

The priest looked at Qiulando, but fell into deep silence.

He raised his hand and found that his fingers had begun to foam. The bacteria of nothingness broke away from his body one by one, and his temporary collective consciousness also reached the end with the completion of the mission.

The priest looked at his hand quietly until it melted and the foam extended to his wrist, and then he finally put his hand down.

The priest raised his eyes slightly and looked at Qiulando who questioned him.

"I understand, because."

The foam melted faster and faster, and it was accelerating. As he spoke, it had reached the elbow of the priest.

"I have been here with you for eight million four hundred and thirty-six thousand two hundred and eighty years."

"One hundred and five days."

At this moment, it came to the shoulders and chest, and it spoke quietly.

"Eight sky hours."

"Three-light clepsydra."

It came to the face of the priest, half of whose face disappeared in the foam, but the voice still passed from the remaining eyes to Qiulando's mind.

"The twentieth moment of the water drop jumping."

When the last word fell, the priest dissipated into a foam, as accurate as the time he said.

The hideousness, hatred and disgust on Qiulando's face dissipated in an instant, and he looked blankly at the blankness in front of him.

Then, he walked outside in a daze.

He stood on a high place, watching the world turn into white spores and foams.

He said: "What am I doing?"

The world was turning white, and Qiulando's eyes were also losing angles and colors bit by bit, turning into a grayish white.

He slowly, bit by bit forgot himself and began to become a real bird.

"Chiu!"

He spread his wings and rushed out of the door of the sky plane.

As he spread his wings, the whole world began to snow, and the power of ice sprinkled on the land and the sky.

The falling snow and frost seemed to want to freeze the world, but everything was in vain. The world continued to collapse and turned into white foam.

The snow falling from the sky and the flying white spore foam merged together, and it was no longer possible to tell which piece was real snow and which piece was fake foam, or whether all of them were fake.

Only the endless white filled everything in sight.

The huge gray-white bird flew in the snow that could not be distinguished between real and fake, flying outside the huge door of the sky plane. He suddenly stopped and shouted into the door.

"Let's fly out together!"

"My subjects."

"My believers."

"And my priests."

He waited for a long, long time, but there was no movement inside the door, until even the door began to foam, starting from the base.

But at this moment, the door seemed to twist and shake.

In a trance, he seemed to see one figure after another rushing out of the door, spreading their wings and surrounding him.

"Fly out of this world."

"Let's leave together."

"Follow the great king of the sky."

He let out a long whistle, spread his wings and flew into the endless sky, and countless birds followed him and flew out of the cage together.

They kept flying, flying out of this world with heavy snow.

——

The floating platform at the end of the snow country.

Helfas finally listened to Qiulando's experience, and he realized that the other party was not in reality, but a world in a glass tank.

And he also remembered a lot of things, remembering the things engraved on the door deep in the temple of the full moon. The picture on the door depicted that the dragon man came out of a vessel like a tank. It turned out that this was not an illusion or description, but a real existence.

The two different races of dragon man and bird man were born in that glass tank at the beginning, and then walked into this world.

Helfas: "So you completed your mission and left the world in the glass tank, but how did you solve the problem of power backlash? At least from your current appearance, you should have solved it."

Qilando: "When I left, I not only completed my mission, but also fulfilled the witch's expectations."

"I found a seemingly life template of birdmen, a group of birdmen without wings but called birds."

"I was originally the first birdman in the world created by the witch according to the original birdman template, but the witch gave me some of the weird power of snow. I was originally unable to withstand its power and laws, but in the eight million years of reincarnation in the tank, I had already merged with the weirdness of snow."

"I entered the fourth level and merged with the weird instinct, and we no longer backlashed each other."

"An equally plausible answer."

Helfas understood that this situation would indeed occur after the professional of life power entered the fourth level. The wisdom consciousness and the weird instinct reached a unity and finally merged into one, thus solving the problem of backlash.

However, this is indeed a specious answer. It can be regarded as a path, but it cannot be regarded as a way out for the species of life. After all, it is impossible for all life power holders to directly jump over the previous stage and directly become fourth-level apostles.

Helfas: "Congratulations, you finally left the illusory world in the glass tank and found a way to solve the backlash."

On the ice sculpture seat, Qiulando looked at Helfas and said.

"Left?"

"How can you be sure that we are not in another glass tank now?"

"How do you know that everything around you may be played by some kind of non-existent existence, they disguised as what you want, called you king, called you a god, and played with you. "

"They will also suffer, they will also be happy, but they will eventually disappear in the white of nothingness."

"And everything you do is actually a mission issued by a high and mighty existence, and everything in this world is waiting for the completion of this mission."

Qiulando even pointed at himself and asked Helfas very sincerely and seriously.

"Can you be sure whether I am real or imaginary?"

"Are you sure I am not played by some existence, and even I don't know that I am playing myself?"

Herfas was speechless.

Qiulando looked at Helfas with clear and confused eyes, and shook his head slowly.

"I can't tell whether I am the first birdman or the weirdness of the snow."

"I can't tell whether this world is real or the world I used to be in is real."

"I can't tell whether I am dead or alive. I don't know whether I have walked out of the glass tank. How can you dare to say whether this world is true or false?"

This seems to be an answer that cannot be argued.

Herfas listened to the story, but did not find the answer, but the purpose of his trip had been achieved.

He thanked Qiulando and prepared to leave.

Just after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, at the end of the experience in the tank world you mentioned, you seemed to say that you brought some of those birdmen out."

Herfas was a little strange, and it felt a little problematic.

"What is this?"

At this moment, the Sky King Qiulando seemed to have changed into a different person.

He stood up on the ice-carved sky throne, overlooking the ice-carved world he created, and said to Helfas.

"Don't you see, they are here."

"They live here, cheer for me, and surround me."

Helfas looked around, and there was clearly nothing here.

In the empty ice crystal city, there was only the Sky King Qiulando sitting on the ice throne.

But Helfas didn't say anything else, just nodded, and left straight away.

On the way, the silent Messenger of the Sealed Book emerged from under Helfas's robe.

"He seems to be crazy."

Helfas walked to the edge of the floating platform and looked back at the ice-carved sky throne deep in the palace.

"Maybe he is the one who is really awake."

As he stared, the figure on the ice throne gradually twisted, and gradually became more and more familiar.

In a trance, Helfas seemed to see himself become him.

Became a caged bird.