The moon land that occupies the sky above the earth begins to reflect a faint white light at night, like a huge artificial celestial body.
It has been a long time since the moon transformed from a ball into a pie.
Once upon a time, many people would have thought that it was difficult for them to accept.
Those beautiful ancient poems praising the moon have truly become swan songs. And the moon has officially entered the museum of human history.
However, as time passed, many people discovered that this was all.
As long as I can still live, what does it matter if the moon disappears or not
After all, this is not the peaceful era of the past, but a mysterious era. No matter how beautiful art is, it must give way to survival, and no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it must give way to belly. Survival has the greatest meaning.
At this time, two mysterious figures, one black and one white, were having a conversation on the Moon Continent.
The black figure shook his head and said: "Your chess piece failed."
"As expected." The white figure didn't look disappointed.
"It's just a pity that the pure heart orb was created by the saint." The black figure said with some regret.
They risked their lives to work for the saints. Although they were not worried about their lives, they were tainted with disaster for the future. For example, the God of Plague has a life-and-death feud with many powerful humans.
The things given by saints are the first thing to protect one's life.
The white figure said calmly: "What I gave him was just a projection."
"I see. No wonder you are so generous. Haha, you lied to another person." The black figure shook his head.
"No, I didn't. I just didn't tell him that only if Hedao succeeds will I give him the true form of the orb." The white figure did not admit this.
The black figure sneered and said: "Hmph, do these ignorant mortals really think that the way of heaven is so easy to touch? Before we became gods, how many tribulations did we go through, how much suffering did we endure, how many emotions and desires were cut off, and how many difficulties did we survive? They are just After several years of cultivation, you dare to hope for this thing, it is really wishful thinking."
"This is their shortcoming, but also their advantage. Because of this, they can create such a vibrant world with a mere thousand years of civilization, with unlimited potential and an unpredictable future. Unfortunately, they can only go so far. .”
There was a hint of regret in the white figure's tone.
"Anyway, let us finally find out some details about the way of heaven in this world. It seems that it is not easy to mess with. If we really fight it head-on and all its power is stimulated, I am afraid that only those saints will be safe and sound. Even if you and I come down to earth, we will definitely not be its opponent after suffering the heavy blow of the destruction of heaven and earth in the upper world. Fortunately, the saint has already made a plan, so that this place of heaven cannot operate as he wants."
"The only ones who can leverage this Heavenly Way now are their locals. We can't. As long as we come into direct contact, it will attract its most violent counterattack. But just now, Hook has actually found the way to success. Now he only needs a state of mind. The cultivation level is deep enough, comparable to the gods, at least the locals at the innate god level."
"There is one person who should be able to do it, but he is the opponent of the gods. I always feel that the saints should go all out and use violent means to kill him instead of keeping him alive. That will definitely become a serious problem. You know what I'm saying. Who is it?" The black figure deliberately did not mention the other party's name.
"The scheming of Wushuang is not that simple. If they don't want to kill someone, then that person still plays a key historical node, and they must pass this node before they can be eliminated. This is the so-called way of the saint." The white figure He said calmly.
Hearing this, the black figure said angrily: "Huh, by that time, I'm afraid I will also be the target of their sacrifice. Although the gods have long lives, except for a few innate gods, few can survive the catastrophe of five million years. Among them We all know the reason behind it, but no one dares to resist. Because everyone knows that resisting is meaningless. It is better to let nature take its course and have a chance to reincarnate again."
"This is also helpless. The saint wants to delay the destruction of heaven and earth. He has to do it as a last resort. It is not aimed at a certain god." The white figure tried to defend.
"Huh, if they are willing to sacrifice themselves, as long as they have one, this upper world can last for at least hundreds of millions of years. Don't saints pride themselves on being selfless and always follow the will of heaven? Then why don't they dare to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the longevity of heaven and earth? ?" the black figure said coldly.
When the white figure heard this, he immediately stopped talking, but his face was silent.
Other interests are trivial, such as orthodoxy and dignity. If you lose, you lose. It's just another game of chess. But when it comes to their own existence, how can they possibly make concessions
In the upper world, saints are the greatest overall situation. Only others sacrifice for the overall situation. If they sacrifice, the overall situation will not exist.
As an innate god, Moon God understands this truth very well. Even if she joins the disciples of a saint or is a direct descendant, she understands the teacher's intentions best.
For other things, it doesn't matter if you go against the saint's will. The other party won't care about you. Anyway, in the blink of an eye, you may have been washed away by the years.
However, if they go against it on major issues related to their own existence, the outcome will definitely be that they will be completely destroyed immediately and no longer have any hope of life.
The God of Plague was in another world at this time, so he dared to speak so wildly. Anyway, it was difficult for the saint to sense it unless he went back to report it.
It's just that I won't be such a bad person. After all, the gods have already complained about this.
If he were still in the upper world, he would not dare to say a word. At this moment, being able to say one sentence is already a great satisfaction and vent.
The white figure made no further excuses, it was just the truth. Originally, the way of nature is to sacrifice the weak and fulfill the strong. When a saint does this, he is actually following nature.
But who would be willing to be eliminated? Even if the gods see through everything, it is still impossible to face it calmly.
After all, if they hadn't been sacrificed by saints, they could have lived for hundreds of millions of years.
But there is no way. There are only a few saints in the upper realm, and they have been occupied by others long ago. Unless they make mistakes themselves, how can the newcomers have a chance to ascend
This is the truth why saints want to keep the upper world a pool of stagnant water. Only without change can there be stability.
However, she would naturally not say this to anyone.
Although other people can also see it, such as Knight A, who vaguely understands this.
It’s not the people in the upper world who are stupid, they have been spinning in circles for tens of thousands of years, it’s the people at the top who keep them from being smart.
People on earth are both sad and happy. The sad thing is that no matter how outstanding an individual is, they will never live forever. Fortunately, they still have this possibility in the future, and no one is at the top to suppress them. Every individual has the possibility of rising to the top.
The white figure didn't answer for a moment, and the black figure also knew that he said something inappropriate, but he had kept these words in his heart for too long and it had become an obsession.
I said it today and felt a sense of relief.
As for the progress of his cultivation, that is nothing. He is just a clone that can be sacrificed at any time. There is no such way of progress.
He then said: "Let's not mention this matter for now. The future is long. This universe is extremely vast, and it may not be those saints who make the decision. Everyone uses their own methods. You just mentioned that you want to find someone with a deep enough state of mind. I I have an idea, I just hope that Luna can do me a favor in the future."
"If you can succeed, you will naturally be rewarded." The white figure said in a rather surprised tone.
"I have been studying their human technology recently and discovered one of the tricks." The black figure said with some pride.
The white figure admired: "I didn't expect that after the Plague God descended to the realm, he would take to the water like a fish in water. It's really beyond ordinary people's expectations. Please tell me quickly. If we can control the way of heaven in this realm, it will be very important to us."
"I'll tell you right now." The God of Plague smiled slightly.