Chapter 135 Flying Bird
"Okay, Adam and I will go discuss how the next catastrophe will unfold. You continue to participate in the Stigmata War." Medea patted Zhou Mingrui on the shoulder and said calmly.
"Oh, right." Zhou Mingrui suddenly thought of Teacher Azik who was still lying dead beside him, and asked hurriedly, "Mr. Azik, can you help save him?"
"of course."
Medea reached out and clapped her palms.
The world around him was changing, and in just a moment, the spiritual world and reality were replaced...
After making sure Zhou Mingrui had left, Medea rubbed his forehead with his hand, took a step forward, and also left the spirit world.
Back home, Medea rubbed his temples.
"so troublesome."
The new version of Fengshen, discusses the general trend of the world and determines the future.
This was something very, very... beyond Medea's expectations.
According to Medea's idea, this matter would only be discussed after Backlund's Stigma War was over and more Star Gods appeared, to discuss the future.
But unfortunately, this is the reality.
Unexpected and out of the ordinary.
"The Light of the Spiritual World, His interest is to stay alive. This is not surprising. With human intelligence and rationality, how could He choose to wait for death in vain?"
Therefore, the light of the spiritual world is destined to intervene.
Not only the Light of the Spiritual World, but other extraordinary beings of high status like the Light of the Spiritual World will also appear.
Medea tapped the back of his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought about the various factions and positions.
“Gods, those high-ranking Extraordinary beings in the normal magic potion Extraordinary path are facing the risk of losing control, going crazy, and being polluted, so the seven righteous gods and evil gods will choose to become star gods.
Those who know the past know very well that even if they become the past in the future, they will just die later. Even if they become the past, they will gradually disappear. "
Death is death whether early or late, so why not choose to become a star god?
At least this way you can live a little longer.
"In general, they and I are on the same side. We are all against the God and the Heavenly Lord of the old era, including the torn old days."
"But within this camp, the hostility between the God of War and the Goddess of Night, the hostility between the God of Storms and the Eternal Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom... the accumulated conflicts between the good gods and the evil gods are unavoidable."
Thinking of this, Medea felt only trouble, extremely troubled.
In the authentic version of Investiture of the Gods, the Chan sect has the big boss Yuanshi Tianzun, so everyone at least knows how to cooperate.
In the current Conferred God Ceremony, every small faction representing the gods has its own little tricks.
"The enemy camp, the old era magic potion sequence, those extraordinary people are definitely unwilling to lose their extraordinary power. After all, they have no way to become Star Gods, they can only become the nourishment of Star Gods...
As for God and the Supreme Lord, these two will definitely not wait to be split, torn apart, and turned into nourishment for the new era.
The automatic aggregation and separation of extraordinary characteristics, Zhou Mingrui will be Jiang Taigong."
"at last…"
Finally, there is the old days outside the sky.
They are the most unpredictable and unstable factors.
“Shabu, sent down by the fallen mother goddess, had no intention of looking for the mother nest, but instead was granting immortality.
Did the Old Ones simply act according to representative concepts, or did they have their own humanistic thinking and demands like the gods? "
Unable to come up with an answer, Medea put the question aside.
She closed her eyes, sank to the depths of the City of Disaster, and sorted out the end that was taken away from Tingen City...
"Teacher Azik, are you okay?" Zhou Mingrui supported Mr. Azik and continuously injected gray fog power into him to regulate the out-of-control extraordinary power in Azik's body.
Azik felt himself losing control. He reached out and pressed his heart, then said with all his strength, "It's okay. I just need to rest for a while."
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Azik, the Death God Sequence can be restored through sleep."
"I'll find a place to sleep."
"Sherlock Moriarty, anything else to say?"
Recalling his own personal experience, Zhou Mingrui helped Mr. Azik to sit on the chair, and then spoke slowly in a low voice. "Mr. Azik, I don't know what I should do."
"I found myself to be a puppet of God. From my resurrection till now, I have been a chess piece controlled by Him."
To Zhou Mingrui now, the gray fog space is not a gift, but a curse.
You inherited everything from the master of Sefirah Castle. With such a connection in mysticism, you are destined to become the Lord of Mysteries in the future.
Struggling, changing, and growing are simply moving forward toward Him.
The future is already determined, you are destined to become the Lord of Mysteries.
Even if you wield the power of mystery for just a thousand or ten thousand years, and even walk as the Lord of Mysteries, over a longer period of time, the Lord of Mysteries will inevitably be resurrected.
To the Lord of Mysteries, perhaps this was just a dream that had been repeated countless times. He didn't care at all about Zhou Mingrui or anyone else becoming the "Lord of Mysteries".
Anyway, the Lord of Mysteries is destined to be resurrected, and no one can transcend time.
"Sherlock, do you think people are born free?" Azik asked gently.
"It seems that we are free. Each of us has a free will and soul."
“Not really.” Azik shook his head. He looked at Zhou Mingrui’s confused eyes and said gently, “You run for life, and I run for the memories of the past… We are both bound birds.”
“Although we seem to have freedom, in fact, everyone lives involuntarily, for ourselves, for others, and for the hope of the future.”
Mortals worry about money, food, clothing and shelter, Extraordinary people worry about potions and formulas, and high-level Extraordinary people worry about losing control and going crazy... Every stage has constraints, restrictions, and relative freedom.
“What I want to tell you is that even if a bird is bound by shackles, it still has to bravely fly into the sky.”
But...He is the ruler of the spirit world,
Zhou Mingrui lowered his head.
As the ruler of the spiritual world, his own journey through time was created by Him. He is one of the original three pillars. How can he fly if he bears such shackles?
This predetermined fate almost made Zhou Mingrui breathless.
Azik reached out and patted his shoulder.
“Nothing is impossible.”
"By all means, try to change."
“Even if the final result cannot be changed, the process is beautiful.”
After saying that, Azik took out a bone whistle.
"This is?"
"This is the token to call my legion. Take it, Sherlock. I believe you can succeed."
"Why?" Zhou Mingrui did not take it, but looked at Azik in confusion.
"Anyway, you are my student. I have nothing else, teacher. This is the only thing of value."
Azik smiled, a gentle smile.
Zhou Mingrui also laughed, a happy laugh.
The two of them developed a tacit understanding.
"It's about time. I should leave too."
After saying that, Azik tore open the spirit world and his back gradually faded.
Watching Mr. Azik leave, Zhou Mingrui reached out and put the bone whistle into the Source Castle.
After facing his fate in the spirit world, knowing the truth, and receiving the "power" given by the light of the spirit world, Zhou Mingrui can now use the "Source Castle" as freely as the original Medea.
"Future, oh future, what a heavy word."
Sighing, Zhou Mingrui pulled the collar of his coat and left Hoy University.
His target was the library in the city of Tingen.
When you don't know the answer to a question, the history recorded in books can tell you the corresponding answer.
Humans are just that, creatures that make simple mistakes over and over again.
(End of this chapter)