Chapter 832 Uncertain Solution

As long as the spear exists, this "solution" will always exist.

With this spear, one can also threaten the abyss and control the abyss hole to a certain extent.

Looking at the spear, Han Qin's admiration for his father increased a little more.

The reason why his father made this spear was because he wanted to change the fate of Yongye being swallowed by chaos by "correcting history".

"If the darkness was not caused by tearing apart chaos, but because the abyss hole blocked the light, it might not be swallowed by chaos."

But this conjecture was quickly overturned.

"Even if history is changed, chaos will still come."

It's just a different form. The abyss hole will project a projection called "chaos" into the eternal night and swallow the entire eternal night.

Nesting another layer of history in this layer of history cannot change the fact that all this will happen.

Everything in the darkness will still happen, but it will happen in the form of "projection". They can threaten the abyss and let the abyss add a non-existent history, but they can't stop everything that should have happened.

After realizing this, Han Qin's father began to study other methods until he summed up the third axis theory.

"This weapon is still useful, and it can give us the ability to dominate everything."

Controlling Yuan Kong means controlling the projection, which means controlling the world. If they can find a suitable information medium and use this weapon, they can also "cheat" better.

Holding this weapon, Han Qin began to fabricate information.

"The amount of information must be large enough, attractive enough, and confusing enough..."

While she was thinking, she began to add fuel to the fire based on the history of her race.

In order to make everything more reasonable, she asked everyone to join in and weave this world where reality and illusion are intertwined.

Flame, tribe, rules...

Those things that once appeared in the darkness were displayed by them in various reasonable forms, and under the distortion of the projection, they became strange forms.

Even some of them could not distinguish between true and false.

"The truth is mixed with the false, and the false is mixed with the truth."

"Light is mixed with darkness, and darkness is mixed with light."

They nested layers of projections on top of projections, and covered layers of truth on top of truth, from macro to micro, making everything both reasonable and complicated. They used Yuan Kong to depict the world stroke by stroke, covering all the information with a thick veil.

"It's almost done, just waiting for the audience to arrive."

"Will the audience come?"

"Yes, they will."

Han Qin was extremely confident at this time, because it was not her or Yuan Kong who constructed all this, but countless individuals in the darkness.

They are using all of themselves to perform a play together.

There is no doubt, no disagreement, just like the beginning of darkness.

They can tear apart chaos, push away time and space, and they can definitely do greater things.

Looking at the illusory tip of the gun slowly emerging on the handle, Han Qin said in a daze: "Father, you are wrong. You can't save the world, nor can I, and no one can."

"Individuals are the creators of history and the real heroes..."

...

Recalling the scene of "building the stage together", Han Qin still felt very touched. Although there were many mistakes in this play, the third axis was finally fixed. Those true and false things made the audience question. Whether it was good or bad, it finally resisted the backlash of chaos.

"Thank you..."

Han Qin said softly, not knowing whether it was for the thousands of creators or for the audience.

She was a little tired. After the play was over, she could finally rest for a while.

"Chief! Chief! What should we do next?"

"Next?" Han Qin was stunned. She seemed to have really not thought about what to do in the future.

"Chief... You don't know, do you?"

"I really don't know." Han Qin replied lightly.

All she thought about was the survival of the world, the fate of the race, reality and illusion, and nothing else. Now that she was asked this question suddenly, she really didn't know what to do next.

"Tell me, what should we do next?" she asked her companion.

"Well..." The companion thought about it seriously, and suddenly a light bulb flashed: "Sing!"

"Sing?"

"Well, sing! Put everything we do in the song and sing it out. As long as the song still echoes in the eternal night, someone will always remember what we did."

Before Han Qin could react, her companion began to sing.

At first, she stumbled, as if she was thinking about the lyrics and melody, but soon she sang more and more smoothly.

The song spread into the darkness and resonated with other things.

In this way, the monotonous song slowly turned into a symphony, resounding through the night sky, reaching the end of the darkness, and the aftersound bypassed the fixed third axis and circled above time and space.

...

Li Luo turned Xiao Zi back into a bracelet.

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He has always maintained the form of a joy-maker. Although he is very powerful, Li Luo is not used to it.

When she was wrapped by Xiao Zi, she felt that her body was slowly becoming numb. The longer she wore the "purple coat", the more obvious this feeling became. So, after figuring out where she was now, Li Luo left the Joyer form.

Before she put on the night vision goggles again, a whistling sound of wind reached her ears.

"Is it windy?"

It was pitch black around her. In this pitch-black environment, hearing became extremely sensitive.

Li Luo could also hear the sound of the wind blowing the gravel, because the high mountain in the distance blocked the wind on this plain. The turbulence formed a small whirlwind on the plain, throwing the sand into the sky and then scattering it like flowers from the sky.

"It's really strange."

The sand hit different objects and made all kinds of strange sounds.

These sounds combined with the sound of the wind actually had a rhythm.

Some animals on the plains were frightened by the sudden whirlwind and howled, and burrowed into the ground. These calls caused violent reactions from other creatures. For a time, these calls became active and endless.

"Swish, swish..."

Some plant roots buried in the sand were turned out, and the sand hit them, making strange noises.

The surroundings suddenly became lively, and Li Luo stopped looking for the night vision device and listened carefully.

As she listened, she suddenly looked at the night sky and tilted her head slightly.

"Is someone singing in the sky?"

...

In the darkness, Mo Ling was motionless, quietly listening to the vague singing.

For some reason, even though he had restored his human body, he could still understand the dark singing.

"It's the language of the dark race."

Their language came from the darkness, from those most basic sounds. Mo Ling listened carefully, trying to distinguish the meaning of the song.

"It seems to be a story..."

As she listened, Mo Ling immersed herself in it.

He seemed to hear the history of a race, the efforts of a group of companions, the struggle for freedom, and a narrative about life...

He seemed to gradually understand everything.

At the same time, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

He seemed to fly into the night sky with the song, reaching the edge of darkness and witnessing the third axis that had been fixed with his own eyes.

However...

"Is this true or false?"

Mo Ling was still questioning.