The most important symbol of individual life is self-knowledge.
Only when one has self-knowledge can an individual slowly develop wisdom.
As night fell, this border city gradually fell silent.
"There are more of the same kind over there." The dust ball rolled, suddenly twisted under the gravitational force of the core dust and other dust.
It seems that the strange gravitational force senses other more dusty information, and is disturbed by the information, and gives a corresponding response.
With the gravitational reaction, the original behavior of the dust cluster changed accordingly.
More and more dust is gathered by the dust cluster. It seems that with more and more dust, the gravitational force of the dust cluster becomes stronger and stronger, more information is read by the dust cluster, and then entangled with the gravitational force, forming more and more multiple stress responses.
Of course, it's just a reaction, until the dust cloud hits a big cloud of "dust".
The dust ball slowly climbed onto this "dust" that was bigger than itself, and the gravitational force reached out to him, and gradually covered the "dust" completely, some information flowed in, making the gravity of the dust ball change. got complicated.
More and more information flows in from the large "dust", and the gravitational force that can only absorb dust is greatly enhanced, and a system is gradually formed, which will react when faced with any information.
Gradually, the information increased and began to intersect with each other, and finally formed the original thought: "Who am I?"
The large mote stood up like a castaway with a dusty face.
He stood up in some confusion, looked at the surrounding scene, more and more information began to flow into his core, and formed more and more thoughts.
"Alem, this is me?" The dust gradually gathered, and he seemed to have picked up another thought, but he soon realized that the name was just a synonym for an individual.
He stood like this, sorting out more and more information, just that tiny dust, more and more gravitational forces around it twisted together to form a mass of information energy body, and finally formed a unique structure , completes the closure.
"Then who am I?" Dust Allam thought.
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"A newborn soul." Negri withdrew his gaze.
The soul is an information energy body formed by the entanglement of the root and the world, and the root is the outflow of truth. Negri, who has mastered the way, understood how to create a living soul when he studied the root.
Stir a certain substance through the truth, make that part of the truth information interact with it, and finally form a unique energy. With the inflow of external information, various ideas will be gradually formed, and finally a complete soul will be formed.
It's just that different things and different ways of collecting information will gradually depend on the thinking ability of the soul.
That dust, because of his luck, was specially taken care of by Negri, will encounter a dead body at just the right time, obtain a lot of information left on the body, and finally form a crippled personality , and obtained a corpse that was still barely alive, and obtained new information-gathering sense organs and processor brains.
"This is his luck." Yayu echoed on the side, although through the enlightenment of the wisdom of the blood, let Yayu know the greatness of Negri, but this is still not the same as witnessing it with his own eyes.
The transition from dust to almost normal life is amazing.
In comparison, it is as if a mortal has become a road-level powerhouse. Of course, although the comparison value of the gap is similar, the degree of difficulty is actually completely different.
"It's just an attempt." Negri has nothing to be proud of. Any road-level powerhouse can do the same thing with a little research.
It's just that this kind of thing is not the law of the complete string of truth, what consumes is Negri's own truth power.
On the other side of the city, in a manor, a massacre was going on.
Troops in black robes are holding long guns, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the same kind.
Dulan ty Ashus was sitting in a carriage outside the manor, his eyes remained indifferent, and he was only accompanied by a few cronies.
The person who owns the bones of the gods is a collector of a noble family in this border city. They don't know the origin of this thing, they only know that putting it into a clear spring can produce holy water.
The holy water has a powerful healing ability, and it has an excellent effect on the training of fighters.
The aristocrat used this to attract a lot of contacts. Of course, because the production of holy water is limited, and the background of this thing is not clear, so even though others were jealous before this, they did not break the rules among the aristocrats.
But the reason why the rules are not broken is not because of other things, it's just that the benefits are not big enough.
Duran turned the gemstone ring in his hand. This nobleman has the scale of today, and it is completely the function of the remains of the gods. That thing is their foundation. It is impossible for them to hand it over, and Duran does not have so many resources. In exchange, it is even more difficult to steal such core treasures without being discovered. If this is the case, they can only ask them to die.
"Why?" In the manor, the person who is the head of the family has no idea who just killed the nobles in the city. As a border city, the army of the New Roas Kingdom is stationed around the city.
It's not that their family doesn't have their own power, but those powers have been suppressed one by one. Troops with such power will definitely be discovered when they enter the country on a large scale, so it is impossible for the troops stationed outside the city not to be undetected.
Although the people here are strong, they are absolutely unable to fight against the army. Why do they dare to do this.
"Go to death with doubts!" The man in black robe held the knight sword and chopped it down with a wave. The noble patriarch lying on the ground accidentally saw the mark on the back of the knight sword hilt, and his eyes widened instantly: "You are..."
Blood splattered, and the astonished man's head fell to the side. The black-robed man glanced at his sword hilt, and it was the logo of the New Roas Kingdom's army printed on it.
Dulan tried his best to seize the position of the city lord of a border city for an uncertain news, but he did not make any preparations. The death crime of smuggling ordnance always needs him as the city lord. Shouldn't it be appropriate to cooperate and help destroy one or two doors accordingly
"My lord, it's been cleaned up." Someone came to report soon in front of the carriage.
Duran put on a black robe and walked towards the manor under the leadership of the other party.
All he could see was blood and corpses. When he passed by the corpse of a young child, his footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked forward again.
The tall man in black robe also just came out of the mansion, threw the blood-stained towel aside, put the sword back into the scabbard, if you were careful, you would find that there was a small Mark, the sign of a bandit nearby.
It doesn't matter whether the bandits are so stupid to commit such a crime and leave a mark, and it doesn't matter whether the bandits who only rob ordinary people have the ability to cause massacres of this scale, as long as there is a reason, it is not enough what
"I've already done what you asked for. We haven't touched any of the things in the manor. Tomorrow during the day, I will use the excuse of searching for prisoners to bring people into the city and seal the city. It's up to you from now on." The man in black and Du When Lan Raglan passed by, she stopped and said this sentence, then led the people out of the mansion and guarded outside the manor.
Duran nodded, and led the people towards the manor, followed the blood trail, and soon arrived in the secret room, where there was a small pool, and at the bottom of the rippling pool, a white ore-like thing was inlaid.
"It's this thing, it's this thing." Duran's eyes were wild, and he immediately took it off carefully, and quickly disappeared into the manor.
In the shadows, the young Catob Jugus tightly held the ritual blade in his hand, he didn't look at the disappearing carriage, and he didn't even dare to follow. It was discovered long ago and killed by the master in the carriage.
"No matter what, I want to revitalize the Jugus family!" Katob carefully sneaked into the manor after everyone left, looking at the depression in the pool with serious eyes.