Terra's Magnetic Field

How far is the end? The death knell is counting down the reincarnation. I am waiting for the end of my life, but I am reluctant to leave this world...

Can you slow down time a little bit? So that I can still have the energy to mourn the past. If you can't do that, then speed it up and end my pain!

I want to live and see the world, but I can only helplessly look at the lines that are tangled around my body. Please give me freedom or appropriate changes to rewrite my destiny!

I was bleeding black blood and despair filled my eyes. I watched helplessly as the disease spread over my body.

Please don't comfort me because no one understands my pain. I don't care even if I am misunderstood.

That’s all for today.

Postscript: I wish you all a happy Chinese New Year! All the best!

The appearance of Lao Ba later on is completely different from his initial appearance. He kept changing his appearance during those 20,000 years. At the beginning, he was the appearance of the gender-changed Wanbao. Maybe one day when Wanbao dies, he will be able to take over. He corresponds to the Yingwan of the previous book (a clone of Wanbao, but he thinks he is the original and is stronger than the original)

Wanbao (complete) + Yingwan = Wuming + Didi (with Lambda)

Both groups are essentially one person, so after absorbing each other, their memories and experience points can be shared.

After Wanbao assimilates Lao Ba, he can press Precious (the Queen Mother) to the ground and rub her

In addition, Lao Ba told others that his name was [Fang] (a little more than 10,000), and his real name should also be [Wan].

(Does this count as self-inflicted pain? Is it Narcissus or something?)

Chapter 405: Warrior's Peak

“I thought I was the protagonist of this world.”

"The first few hundred years of my life were smooth sailing. I never encountered any real setbacks, nor did I meet anyone who could be called an enemy. Because I was the strongest in the world at that time, the only ruler..."

"The overwhelming feeling of emptiness eventually drove me crazy. After I slaughtered an entire civilization, I met a woman. From her, I learned that I was just a loser who failed to become the protagonist, a defective product. This made me realize the gap from heaven to earth."

“Just like that, I fell…”

“…No longer floating up, my heart will always remain below, not as high as it was in the sky at the beginning.”

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"I never thought there is such a holy place in this land, a pure land that has never been polluted by natural disasters..." The long-haired dragon man looked at the top of the snow-capped mountain opposite. His pale hair and gray-white robe blended in with the surrounding scenery.

He and the woman beside him did not wear heavy cold-proof clothing or carry oxygen tanks like other climbers.

They stood on the highest mountain in the world wearing only ordinary clothes.

The two of them breathed naturally, and it was obvious that the cold and low-oxygen environment here did not make them feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, yes," the woman next to the man agreed.

The woman was wearing a white robe with a strong religious atmosphere. The robe was embellished with ancient patterns and she was wearing luxurious clothes. Combined with her sacred temperament, she looked like a god at first glance.

In a sense, she is.

"Yela, the respected Yelagund, the loving Yelagund, the beautiful Yelagund..."

After reading this, the man asked Yela:

“Do you think we are gods?”

"Fang, why do you ask that?" Ye La asked back first, and then expressed his own opinion:

“其

In fact, whether it is gods or demons, they are just imposed on us supernatural beings by the people below. Many myths and miracles in this world are just accidents, like a wandering madman dancing a weird dance on the dry land, and it happened to rain heavily the next day. The madman was elected as the rain god by the people, and his legend began to spread in the local area.

"Oh, indeed," Fang nodded. "People will always subconsciously worship and revere things that they cannot understand. In despair, people yearn for hope and seek order. I think this is the original intention of all religions."

After saying that, he narrowed his eyes and looked down the mountain, and saw a little girl in white film holding a clock as tall as herself and walking up step by step.

The man snorted coldly at first, then said in front of Ye La:

"Foolish person, stupid thing... Even if she brought up the scrap metal, what could she prove? Her piety and physical strength?"

"Hmm......" Ye La said nothing, she just looked quietly at the girl at the foot of the mountain.

In Yela's memory, the strong child had tried dozens of times. Every time she failed, the girl would be covered in bruises. She could only reach the middle of the mountain at most.

"Why is she fighting so hard?" The girl's strength aroused Fang's interest, but he was still arrogant, like a god to mortals.

"She wants to change this country in her own way..." Yela looked at the girl's struggling expression and pondered, and his mind began to recall the past of this country called Kjerag.

Her expression became complicated, with love and hate, but finally she calmed down.

"This country is controlled by three major families. These three families have always restrained each other and divided everything in this country equally. That girl is the daughter of the Shivaash family, one of the three major families..."

"So she wants to gain more benefits for her family?" Fang speculated, "Does she want to expand her family's influence in the name of religion?"

"No..." Yela denied this statement, "She did it for this country."

"Although this country has never been affected by natural disasters, the cold environment is destined to be unsuitable for crop production. The only source of income is the reselling of mineral resources. In such a harsh environment, the will of the people spontaneously gave birth to religion, a thing that stabilizes people's hearts. They attributed the fact that they have never been affected by natural disasters to the protection of gods. They believe that I am the [God] who protects this place."

“Isn’t it, Yelagund?” Fang was puzzled. “Hasn’t it been you who has been using your power to protect this place…”

“No…” Yela shook her head. “I didn’t do anything from the beginning to the end. I just lived in this snowy land with the people here.”

"That?..." Fang looked around, and soon his eyes were fixed on the high mountain on the other side. The clear blue light flickered there, like a ring.

Although the light from the ring was soft, Fang felt that it was unfathomable.

Yela pointed to the halo in the distance and said:

"The people here call it Warrior's Peak. It is a holy place that existed before I was born. No one knows how it appeared, and no one knows the meaning of the light. It is just that the energy it continuously radiates protects this land from any natural disasters."

"That Warrior Peak has blessed this land for who knows how long. Almost every year, each tribe would select the strongest warrior to challenge it, but for thousands of years..."

"No one succeeded..." Fang said as he looked at the halo, "I've heard this story countless times."

Fang felt very strange. Even he couldn't see through the light. Could it be that the light was an existence beyond time and space? Was it an energy body higher than him?

That light had not appeared when he ruled the earth 20,000 years ago, so it appeared when he was sealed? But how did it happen? Or who made it?

Could it be Precious?

"Do you want to try it?" Ye La asked with a smile, her hands flat on her lower abdomen, looking very respectful.

"No, I've never been interested in such metaphysical things, and I don't want to be chosen by something weird." Fang refused.

"You say this as if you are sure that you will be selected. Are you so confident?" Ye La asked.

“…………………………”, Fang said nothing. Maybe he really thought so. He had never thought about the possibility of failure.

"Has Wan ever been there?" he asked suddenly.

"Well, she came here and tried to get to the ring." Yela recalled. She found that Wan was as confident as the man next to her now, but...

"She wasn't chosen either."

"She reached the top smoothly, but the moment she put her hand into the ring, it was bounced away by the force inside. She was rejected by the ring."

"Why? Her strength should not be weak." Fang thought, and he quickly came to the conclusion:

"It's [heart], is that so? ... This ring selects people not based on strength, but on mentality, so Wan was rejected."

"Wan tried for three days and three nights, but was rejected every time. She got so angry that she blew up the entire mountain with a sword cannon. But not long after she left, the mountain miraculously recovered. From then on, even I began to believe that the ring was some kind of miracle."

“Maybe,” Fang said of Yela’s words.

He looked down again and saw that the film girl had accidentally slipped down the snow slope and rolled to the bottom again. She was covered with bruises.

"How long are you going to watch like this? You said before that this place is ruled by three major families, and this girl wants to become a saint of the local religion.

I want to use my status to balance the disputes between the three major families...but all this is actually meaningless," Fang turned his head and looked directly at Ye La. He looked into the woman's clear eyes and said:

"If religion is the only thing that can check the power of the family, and you don't want to see the family fight and waste money, then why don't you, the God, go down and put an end to all this childishness? Aren't they just a bunch of children making trouble? Why don't you, the mother, mediate?"

Fang's words sounded somewhat reprimanding. In his opinion, half of Shelag's current chaotic situation was due to Yela's inaction.

Yela was not angry, she said in a gentle tone:

"Fang, you are too arrogant and you don't trust humans at all... This is humans' own business. If we keep interfering and teaching them how to do things, they will always be vassals of us strong men and will never learn to be independent. In this way, civilization will never progress and will only become stagnant."

"Civilization is not created by powerful individuals, but by a group of weak people who rely on each other to create something together. Although most weak people can't create anything better than some strong people who can repair it in decades, civilization is not just about being strong or weak, and strength is not the only criterion for measuring whether something should exist. Technology, culture, entertainment, spirit... these derivatives of civilization are what some strong people cannot create on their own even if they spend hundreds of millions of years."

“………………………………………………” Fang said nothing. He felt that what Ye La said made sense.

"If everything in this world is just for the sake of strength, and everything develops in a heartless and cruel direction, then it is all too sad, and no one would be willing to live in such a world."

"Maybe," Fang looked up at the sky. Wherever he looked, there lived thousands of ordinary people. In his eyes, their lives were just as short as a fallen leaf, but that short life was everything to them.

"Have you told Wan this?" Fang asked.

Yela nodded.

Fang didn't ask any more questions. He jumped up lightly, freed his body from the pull of gravity, and flew into the sky.

That’s all for today.

Postscript: Fang accused Yela of inaction, but he was also the one who did nothing. But his inaction was better than his actions, at least things would not be worse………………

Fang is actually a little jealous of Wanbao, just like Evelyn is jealous of Rose (Resident Evil series), and the defective is jealous of the perfect one. But his heart is more sound than Wanbao, which is quite contradictory.

Chapter 406: Those who have the will are powerless, and those who have the power are not willing

"Shuo, I'm leaving Yan Country." Fang and his nominal elder brother sat on the corner of the Yumen city wall, with the wilderness outside the city beneath their feet.

A month after Fang returned from Shelag, he went to Yumen. Maybe it was a family tradition, but every brother and sister would come to visit their eldest brother before going on a long journey.

And Shuo... now he should be called "Chongyue", he just sat aside and didn't say much.

Zhongyue had guessed what Fang was going to say next.

Since Fang insisted on leaving, he, as the eldest brother, would not stop him. After all, legs are on people's bodies, and he couldn't be stopped...

They sat quietly on the city wall for an hour. The wilderness outside the Great Wall made the atmosphere even more boring.

Another hour passed, and Zhongyue could not help but say:

"Fang, although you have always respected me over the years, you have never called me big brother. I understand, I have always understood... I know that I have no blood relationship with you, I was just born first... But my heart to protect you is real!"

"But I'm not that strong. I can't be as ruthless as Wan and the others. I can't bear to be cruel. I'm so weak that I couldn't accomplish anything in the end, like when Nian Xi and Wan broke up... Xiao Qian's death... Wan's madness... Xiao Shi's death... too much... too much!"

It was as if Chongyue wanted to say everything he had wanted to say to his brothers and sisters over the years.

"When I'm free, I always think that if I could be a little bit stronger, would many things not be so hopeless? If I could be a little bit stronger!... I could push Xiao Qian away when Xiao Bai stabbed her, stop Wan for a moment when she went crazy, and stop Xiao Bai when Xiao Shi got into trouble... Would things be different now?... If I weren't so useless, so ordinary..."

"Although no one has blamed me for my incompetence, I know that everyone has long been disappointed in me... They don't even expect me to take action at the critical moment. When Xiaobai... Wanbai was still alive, if something big happened, everyone's first reaction was to wait for him to come and deal with it."

"Sometimes I really hope that I can be like him, have his courage and strength, and help him shoulder half of the burden... If I could have done it back then, maybe Wan Bai wouldn't have been so disillusioned with the world... It's all because of my incompetence..."

Two lines of tears rolled down from Zhongyue's eyes. This strong man lost his composure in the place where he had been stationed for many years.

After hearing this, Fang spoke:

"There's no need to talk about it anymore. Let the past be the past. I've never blamed you for this kind of thing, and I'm sure no one else will either. Shuo, we can only be ourselves. Just be yourself. There's no need to become Wan Bai. What he did is not something a normal person can do...

... "

"Wan Bai did too many wrong things in his life, but he had to do those wrong things. He killed his sister when he was young, broke off relations with his mother when he was middle-aged, and had to kill his daughter in his old age. It would be uncomfortable for other people to do just one of these things. When you want to be him, it means that you cannot understand his pain yet..."

"He sacrificed too much for this land in his life... and his sacrifice was so that others would not have to be like him. It can be said that his suffering was borne by the people of the entire land."

"He is a child that his parents can be proud of..."

After Fang said this, he pretended to look at the scenery on the other side. No one knew his expression at the time, but Zhong Yue heard him sigh softly.

"You are leaving Yan Country, but where are you going?"

"Wan is running a Rhode Island restaurant recently. Nian and Xi have also gone there. Wan thinks that place is more suitable for me." (Self-exile)

"oh…………………………"

"Brother, if you get tired of staying in Yumen one day, come over here too."

"Okay...wait! Did you just call me big brother?"

"I'm just trying to comfort you a little. Don't push your luck. You know I hate corny things... So please don't cry anymore..."

"Thank you, Fang."

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"Sometimes I wonder if the world we live in favors the wicked. Most of the good people I know don't live long and have rough fates. But no matter what happens to the wicked, they can always survive, and even be resurrected in various outrageous forms after death. It's unreasonable."

He took a step forward and leaned his hands on the railing of the watchtower. From this place he could look down and see the entire Rhodes Island clearly.

After countless years of evolution, his appearance is completely different from the original one.

The originally black and white tattoos on his arms turned into a light grey, and the horns on his head were no longer as sharp and chic as before. The light in his eyes was dim, as if he didn't care much about anything. His facial features and body shape were no longer as aggressive as before, his eyebrows and eyes were not as sharp as before, and his body shape was just like an ordinary person.