Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 181 Gully
From the sudden drowsiness to the recovery of sobriety in an instant, Zuo Wu felt that eternity had passed, and it seemed that it was only a few tenths of a millisecond.

He looked up, and saw the pure white and empty dream space again. The abstract lines dancing wildly could vaguely identify the rows of chairs in the auction house.

It's just that the people around him have changed - from the crazy and chaotic Gou Yizhan to Bai Ai Si who is still in a contemplative posture.

Zuo Wu couldn't tell which one he liked more, but he was familiar with Bai Ace, but he was more familiar with Bai Ace. He crossed his legs and stretched his waist very easily:
"Old Bai, you look in good condition."

At least the seeker in front of him is not like the last time we met, he was a black shadow that couldn't even maintain his shape; now he has returned to his original form, the robe on the left lapel has a clear boundary, but his limbs are still abstract like ink paintings, floating around.

The vibrations generated by the sound were also decomposed and reconstructed in this space, and penetrated into Bai Aisi's "ears", causing him to raise his head from his meditation: "Thanks to you, thank you."

"You're welcome, I just hope you come over next time, don't let me suddenly doze off and fall back asleep," Zuo Wu shrugged:

"How do you feel about the answer to what is a god?"

Bai Ace shook his head, opened and closed his mouth, and in the end, he just sighed faintly.

It's like seeing a puzzle that can never be solved by manpower.

Even if he danced the dance of courtship in front of the angel's high-dimensional form, he would die if he made a half-step mistake, he was not so unambitious:

"I think I see a gap," White said.

In this world, due to the different choices of mortals, or different things that happen in the natural world within the scope of probability theory, different parallel worlds are constantly being differentiated.

The world is like a book whose pages are constantly proliferating and splitting, and each page is a different parallel world.

And each mortal individual is like a two-dimensional ink blot confined in a world like a piece of book page. Due to different choices or encounters, it becomes different words in the continuously split pages;
Adjacent pages may have your counterparts in different time and space, but it is no longer you after all.

The gods are the steel nails that fix the booklet, and their existence is the cornerstone that penetrates and anchors countless worlds.

Steel nails and book pages are completely different things; but now, a drop of two-dimensional ink on the page is brazenly saying that it wants to become a three-dimensional giant nail.

This is no longer a wish, but more like a dream.

Zuo Wuchong gave a smirk to Bai Ace: "What? Don't plan to be a fairy anymore?"

Bai Aisi still shook his head, and the ambition that was lost by sighing quietly recovered a little bit: "No, that is still the ambition I want to achieve in my life."

But this wish was within reach a few days ago, but now it has become a faint star that is far away in the sky and cannot even be seen by light.

If you want to chase this star point, you may need aviation rockets; but Bai Aisi suddenly discovered that his hometown has a history of 4 years and countless ancestors have followed suit, but he still has not even touched the door to becoming a god.

Like a group of primitive people staggering in the dark; mistaking a torch in the distance among the stars in the sky, and sending countless warriors into the darkness to find the way to reach the torch.

just now.

The biggest gain is knowing that the "torch" is just a torch, and the stars that symbolize immortality are still hanging far away in the sky.

Compared with the distance traveled by 4 years of hesitation in the dark and the distance that should be calculated in light years, it is impossible to describe such a gap with words such as a drop in the bucket.

Bai Ace fell into silence again, as if thinking about his humble steps and the too distant future; his gaze was fixed on the abstract front desk, there was no performance on it, only his heart was crumbling to ashes and rekindling his fighting spirit The constant see-saw is wonderful.

Zuo Wu watched it with him, and he always felt that it would be a pity to give up the story of a mortal seeking Taoism and becoming a fairy by any means.

After organizing his words a bit, Zuo Wu stretched his waist: "Old Bai, I think you are at a loss."

"……How to say?"

"It's like Gou Yizhan, who is crazy and crazy. If things don't go well in a certain time and space, he just sleeps. Anyway, he has countless possibilities in other time and space, and he is born like this,"

"He was born to stand at the end that you can't reach, unlike you, who has 4 years of experience of ancestors, and has worked hard for so long and taken such risks, but it still seems like a bamboo basket to fetch water;"

Zuo Wu grinned: "Don't you feel unwilling?"

Bai Aisi also smiled when he listened, his eyes didn't fluctuate at all, and what he said seemed to be the standard answer after countless times of practice:

"What's not to be reconciled to? Isn't it still an old saying of the Imperial Union? Some people were born in Rome, and some were born to be cattle and horses. There is no way;"

"I should be thankful that as a seeker, I always have a way to work hard; I shouldn't be those ghosts and monsters who are reluctant to even open their wits; I should be thankful...the ascension channel to become an immortal has not been blocked after all..."

He couldn't go on.

Is it really not blocked?
Just as Professor Marika wants to create a golden country isolated from the world, the most realistic idea is to cut off all the hyperspace channels of a certain galaxy, so that the distance of hundreds or thousands of light years can never be crossed barrier-like.

A seeker of Tao wanders like a primitive man in the dark and unexplored ground, but what he pursues is the starlight in the sky. Isn't it a dead end that has no way to go through?
What is even more hateful.

How good would it be if the star point that symbolizes immortality is really an unreachable "white moonlight" that has been giving people hope and reverie?

But there is such a natural god, exuding a rotten stench that is elegant on the outside and cannot be concealed, sleeping within close proximity of him, almost snoring and dripping saliva.

How can I be reconciled?

How to be content?
Bai Ace opened his eyes silently, and the muscles of the limbs scattered around twitched, making the abstract space dance more wildly.

Zuo Wu raised his head, and the resentment in the heart of the man beside him was almost overwhelming. If the explosive body of the Creation of the Gods is here, Bai Aisi will be an excellent fuse.

almost.

Zuo Wu poked him with his elbow: "I have an idea."

"……How to say?"

"Gou Yishan said that he couldn't return to the void because he couldn't find his staff of 'Taowumu',"

Zuo Wu gestured for the shape of a cane: "You and I search together, and then ask your angel about the details of the cane, there must be some new ideas?"

How did horses and oxen settle in Rome?Of course, kill all the Romans and become Rome yourself.

Isn't it very common in literary works to kill a certain god and steal its godhood?
Bai Aisi understood this truth, but looked at Zuo Wu with a complicated expression: "You have to know, if you cooperate with me again, it is still equivalent to my luck for prostitution."

"It's nothing, just helping each other." Zuo Wu spread his hands: "You also need to help me."

"what?"

"The technology hunter I entrusted is still adventuring in the void, help me take care of them;"

Zuo Wu snapped his fingers: "And, Li Yu buried the psychic bomb here, and help me find out where it is. What's the details? Why did he say that the Star Sea Alliance is an excellent place to detonate the creation of the gods?"

(End of this chapter)