I'm trapped in a block

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 it to a certain extent.

Looking at the spear, Hanqin's admiration for her father increased even more.

The reason why my father made this spear was because he wanted to change the fate of Eternal Night being swallowed by Chaos by "correcting history".

"If the darkness was not caused by tearing apart the chaos, but was caused by the abyss blocking the light, then perhaps it would not be swallowed by the chaos."

But this conjecture was soon overturned.

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

It's just in a different form. Yuan Kong will project a projection called "Chaos" into the eternal night, swallowing up the entire eternal night.

Nesting another layer of history within this layer of history does not change the fact that all this happened.

Everything in the darkness will still happen, but it will happen in the form of "projection". They can threaten the abyss and add a non-existent history to it, but they can't stop what is supposed to happen.

After realizing this, Hanqin's father began to study other methods until he came up with the third axis theory.

"This weapon is still useful and 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 will be able to "cheat" better.

Holding the weapon, Hanqin began to fabricate information.

"The information should be large enough, attractive enough, and confusing enough..."

As she pondered, she began to embellish the story based on the history of her own race.

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

Fire, 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 turned into all kinds of strange shapes.

Even some of them themselves cannot tell the real from the fake.

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

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

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

"Almost there, just waiting for the audience to arrive."

“Will the audience come?”

"Yes, it will definitely happen."

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

They are performing a play together with all they have.

There was no doubt, no disagreement, just like when the darkness first began.

They can tear apart chaos, push aside time and space, and they can surely achieve greater things.

Looking at the illusory gun tip that slowly emerged on the gun handle, Han Qin said in a daze: "Father, you are wrong. You can't save this world. Neither can I. No one can."

“Individuals are the creators of history and the real heroes…”

……

Recalling the scene of "building the stage together", Han Qin still feels very touched. Although many things went wrong in this scene, 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 all……"

Han Qin recited softly, not knowing whether she was speaking to the millions of creators or to the audience.

She was a little tired, and now that the scene was over, she could finally take a break.

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

"What's next?" Han Qin was stunned. She seemed to have really not figured out what to do next.

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

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

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, she really didn't know what to do next. "Tell me, what should we do next?" she asked her companion.

"Hmm..." The companion thought about it seriously, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "Let's sing!"

"Sing?"

"Well, sing! Put everything we have done in the song and sing it out. As long as the song echoes in the eternal night, there will always be people who remember what we have done."

Before Hanqin could react, her companions began singing.

He stumbled at first, as if he was thinking about the lyrics and melody, but soon he sang more and more smoothly.

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

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

……

Li Luo turned Xiao Zi back into the form of a bracelet.

He had always maintained the form of a Joy-seeker, and although it was very powerful, Li Luo was not used to it.

When she was wrapped in Xiao Zi, she had a feeling that her body was slowly becoming numb. The longer she wore the "purple coat", the more obvious this feeling became. So, after figuring out her current position, Li Luo left the pleasure seeker form.

Before I put on the night vision goggles again, I heard a whistling sound of wind.

"got windy?"

It was pitch black all around, and in this pitch-dark environment, hearing became extremely sensitive.

Li Luo could still hear the sound of wind blowing sand and gravel. Because of the high mountain in the distance, the wind on the plain was blocked. The turbulence formed a small whirlwind on the plain, throwing sand into the sky and scattering it down like flowers from heaven.

"That's really strange."

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

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

Some animals on the plains were frightened by the sudden whirlwind and began to howl and burrow into the ground. These cries caused violent reactions in other creatures. For a moment, the cries became active and incessant.

"Swish..."

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

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

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

"Is anyone singing in heaven?"

……

In the darkness, Mo Ling stood still, listening quietly to the vague singing.

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

"It is the language of the dark race."

Their language came from the darkness, from those most basic sounds, and Morin listened carefully, trying to discern the meaning of the song.

"It seems like a story..."

As he listened, Mo Ling became immersed 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 understand everything gradually.

At the same time, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

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

however……

“Is this true or false?”

Mo Ling, still questioning.

(End of this chapter)