e-booksonline #415 - Where are the old friends?
#415 - Where are the old friends?
Time, the passage of years.
Everyone knows that this path is extraordinary, but the cultivation world has never heard of anyone comprehending any spells from the passage of time, let alone cultivation methods.
Wang Ji's profound heart was burning, and he spent half a month studying this thing, wanting to see if his current perfectly reconstructed Dao body and the convergence of the three flowers on his crown could resonate with it.
But alas,
There was no response.
Wang Ji Xuan didn't even know how to open this thing to allow it to record situations.
Increasing the concentration of spiritual energy, creating spiritual energy fluctuations, simulating the mutual antagonism between demonic and pure energy, and so on.
After trying all sorts of methods, Wang Ji Xuan could only sigh and put this thing into a separate storage magic treasure, keeping it close to his body.
This treasure could save his life at a crucial moment.
He stretched lazily and slowly rose from before the giant Dao character.
This cultivation session, the suffering and torment were almost inhuman.
Wang Ji Xuan still felt lingering fear when he thought about it now.
At the beginning, there was the tearing pain of the soul, and then there was the itching pain like ten thousand ants gnawing at the heart.
Back then, when he refined the vengeful soul sea of the Pillar Blade Beast, he directly refined over a billion vengeful souls, and the resentment of these vengeful souls lingered, making Wang Ji Xuan very uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the old man from his second life was always there to help.
Speaking of this old man, Wang Ji Xuan didn't feel angry anymore.
It was all himself, just two segments of memory and two experiences that shaped him, there was nothing to be angry about.
Wang Ji Xuan absorbed those three segments of memory, and his understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation also underwent a transformation.
He was now full of confidence to break through the barrier.
That was enough.
As for the mess left behind by the Three Realms Playboy, he would settle them one by one, end his karmic ties, and concentrate on preparing for ascension to immortality.
The Three Realms Playboy was not dead.
He just couldn't hold on any longer, his consciousness was already on the verge of collapse. After guarding the barrier for seventy years, when Wang Ji Xuan had rebuilt his Dao foundation, gotten rid of the entanglement of vengeful souls, and his own consciousness gradually stabilized, the Three Realms Playboy was like an old man on the verge of death, sitting there in a daze, and it wasn't certain he would respond even after dozens of calls.
From the Ina civilization to the Earth civilization, hundreds of thousands of years was too long.
'Can immortals live this long?'
Wang Ji Xuan mused to himself.
'To some extent, this Daoist may have already surpassed immortals.'
He smiled.
The Daoist's spiritual sense spread out, and the entire city entered his eyes.
It was still so empty and desolate, and everywhere was wrapped in formations created by the Ina civilization.
This kind of formation was very peculiar, it could ensure that the things within the formation would not rot or decay, and the formations were connected to each other, forming a whole. Not to mention a complete spiritual cultivator equivalent to a Nascent Soul realm cultivator, even Wang Ji Xuan at his peak would have to spend a lot of effort to forcefully break through these great formations.
Wang Ji Xuan walked around.
He had sensed Amina every time she came over before.
In the beginning, he could only vaguely hear Amina's chat with the Three Realms Playboy, but later he could hear clearly, only because the vengeful souls were disturbing him and he couldn't respond.
Therefore, the Daoist roughly knew the development and current situation of human beings on Earth, so he wasn't worried about anything.
To be fair,
The most dangerous time for Earth was when the Three Realms Playboy took action, using the huge spiritual energy cluster hidden in Cloud City to activate the planetary defense array, and barely made it through.
From this point of view, the Three Realms Playboy didn't owe the Earth civilization anything.
This would also be Wang Ji Xuan's place to attain Dao in the future.
While Wang Ji Xuan was wandering around, two figures walked out of the underground palace, flew up to him, knelt down and saluted.
"Master."
"Master."
Wang Ji Xuan nodded calmly, looking at these two puppets.
One male and one female, it was a good match for working without getting tired.
The male puppet was wearing golden armor, it was one of the two golden puppets that Wang Ji Xuan had found using his spiritual sense before.
The woman was wearing a rainbow dress, her skin was as white as snow, her features were delicate and moving, and her eyes were full of spring, making Wang Ji Xuan not doubt that her touch and feedback would definitely be more feminine than a real woman.
'As expected of the Three Realms Playboy's creations!'
Puppets, relatively advanced objects in a cultivator's weapon refining techniques.
It required complicated restrictions to make a puppet move on its own, let alone these two perfect puppets who looked like real people, could think, had spirituality, and had super strong combat power.
However, their shortcomings were also obvious—they relied too much on the Cloud City's array.
If they lost the array's power supply, their combat power would be greatly reduced.
If he wanted to take them out, Wang Ji Xuan needed to modify them a little, changing them from consuming the spiritual energy of the great array to consuming spirit stones (crystal cores).
However, their spiritual consumption ratio was not outstanding.
They should just honestly stay here as guardians.
Wang Ji Xuan waved his hand and said, "I won't be here later, you guys take care of everything. If anyone breaks in by force, kill them without mercy."
"Yes!"
"Um," Daoist Wang thought carefully and added, "If it's that Bodhi Leaf, leave her alive, I still have something to ask her."
"Yes!"
Wang Ji Xuan couldn't help but laugh after saying that.
Leaf was actually fooled by the Three Realms Playboy, abandoning the more advanced core circuit and choosing a primitive version of the 'core circuit' without subsequent cultivation methods.
The Daoist arrived in front of the tilted statue, thought for a while, and lightly slapped it with his palm.
The statue of the Three Realms Playboy shattered lightly.
The past was like smoke.
This Daoist doesn't want to bear any responsibility for the revival of the Ina civilization.
The Daoist sighed softly, a beautiful figure flashed through his heart, and a few expectations were added to his calm and unwavering Dao heart. He lowered his head and looked at his long robe.
This was the Three Realms Playboy's clothes, still a top-grade magic treasure, very soft to the touch, and the fit was also particularly good.
It had a lot of temperament, suitable for showing off, and the fit was just right.
Wang Ji Xuan flew towards the city gate, and when his figure passed through the mirrored walls of those buildings, his long hair fluttered and his Dao hairpin was just right, no longer like a mortal.
… …
Lin Zhiwei is a contemporary young man who no longer wants to improve.
Having been educated about the 'suffering of society' since he was a child, he had a strong resonance with the history of mankind's fight against the Blade Beasts, and he was determined to kill the last Blade Beast.
But… …
His parents didn't allow it.
His father was a small cadre in Space Fortress Six, and used some connections to assign Lin Zhiwei a leisurely position in the research institute's security department after he graduated from university.
Then, Lin Zhiwei went on a hunger strike for two days, wanting to fight his parents to the end;
That is, in the end, he was too hungry and the dishes his mother cooked were too fragrant, so he swallowed his saliva, sighed, and chose to accept his fate, packing his bags and returning to the beautiful Earth from the space fortress.
His parents' reasons were also very sufficient.
Interstellar voyages were too hard, and each mission often required flying for several months to reach the teleportation array;
The expeditionary war was mainly based on mechanical bodies, requiring a large number of engineers to maintain the mechanical bodies, as well as generals with excellent command talents.
Lin Zhiwei, who studied human history, only had the special skill of running fast, and even if he wanted to join the army, he might not be able to pass the exam.
Isn't a security uniform also a uniform?
It's just not as handsome as a military uniform.
This was Lin Zhiwei's fourth month at work.
In the past hundred days, Lin Zhiwei had been very leisurely every day, patrolling six times at fixed points every day, adding up to only three hours, and then going to the monitoring room to play cards and watch movies with a few old men.
Proper movies.
The only thing that made Lin Zhiwei feel a little strange was… …
He had been here for a hundred days and had no idea what this research institute was doing.
The research institute was located on a cliff, and there were no large-scale research teams stationed inside, only a few security guards like them, and a dozen or so retired mechanical engineers who were not young.
Those engineers were also slacking off every day, occasionally tinkering with small robots.
Rather than saying it was a research institute, it was more like a nursing home with beautiful scenery and abundant supplies.
However, the salary was quite high. His income as a security guard was almost catching up with that of a proper senior engineer.
[Eating empty salaries].
This thought became a little uncontrollable after it popped up.
Lin Zhiwei had been very conflicted these past few days.
On the one hand, he liked the stable life here. The only thing he needed to worry about was that living in a remote place for a long time would make it difficult to find a partner.
On the other hand, a sense of justice and responsibility made his heart burn like a fire.
He wanted to write a letter of complaint;
But he was also afraid of affecting his family.
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In the end, Lin Zhiwei, who was in a dilemma, still got up in the middle of the night and walked to the desk in his single dormitory.
The desk lamp turned on by itself.
Lin Zhiwei opened the simulated paper and wrote three words with a rustling sound.
[I report!]
Well, he had decided.
Even if he reported it to the Speaker, he would make the secret of eating empty salaries here known to the world.
The resources of the human world must not be gnawed and wasted by moths!
However, how to write the rest?
Lin Zhiwei bit his finger and thought carefully, his forehead sweating slightly because of nervousness.
Suddenly.
"Huh? What do you want to report?"
Lin Zhiwei jumped up like a frightened cat, his body slammed into the wardrobe with a bang, and he stared at the figure that appeared in front of him.
How, how did he get in!
The light was dim, and Lin Zhiwei couldn't see the other person's face clearly. He could only see that he seemed to be wearing a cyan robe and a Dao hairpin on his head. Lin Zhiwei had seen this strange dress many times in ancient costume films left over from the Golden Age before the disaster.
"You, you, you!"
Lin Zhiwei blurted out something out of the blue:
"I'm a security guard here! Don't come over! Are you a human being!"
He said the last sentence with a righteous tone.
The man smiled and said, "I'm a secret agent, um, from another civilization. I wanted to study your strange, primitive civilization."
"Who are you calling a primitive civilization!"
Lin Zhiwei, not knowing where the courage came from, shouted:
"We've already defeated the Blade Beasts! We'll soon be an advanced civilization!"
"Defeated the Blade Beasts?"
The man asked:
"Can you tell me in detail how you defeated them?
"I also received information that Blade Beasts were causing trouble here, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect the Blade Beasts had already been defeated."
Lin Zhiwei swallowed. "Who, who exactly are you?"
"Have you heard of the Black Storm?"
"Ah, the hero who saved humanity, the envoy of an advanced civilization, who helped humanity through its most difficult moments, repeatedly preventing human extinction…"
"I come from the same place as him."
"Re-really?"
"Mm-hm," the man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, two talismans encircling his fingertip.
Lin Zhiwei's Adam's apple bobbed.
He recognized those things!
Those were paper talismans used by the Black Storm in battle!
The extracurricular reading for the history department, 'The Unofficial History of the Storm,' dedicated a page to introduce them!
"Answer the question first."
"This, uh," Lin Zhiwei muttered, "Which question?"
"How you defeated the Blade Beasts."
"Alright," Lin Zhiwei stared at the paper talismans, briefly organizing his thoughts, as if answering a test question, concisely introducing the three stages of the war between humanity and the Blade Beasts.
The Earth Defense War, the Mars Victory, the Expeditionary Force Counterattack.
The man in the corner listened carefully, asking some detailed questions.
Lin Zhiwei answered fluently; it was what he studied, after all.
Soon, the man sighed with some emotion: "I didn't expect they would do so well."
"Uh, Senior, do you want to meet our leader?"
"Who is your leader?"
"This," Lin Zhiwei scratched his head, "Now that you mention it, I really can't say for sure. The head of the ruling party? Not really. The commander of the military? Doesn't seem to fit either."
The man asked with a smile, "Have you heard of the name Ling Tong?"
Lin Zhiwei was about to shake his head subconsciously, but then suddenly became excited: "Is, is it Iron God?"
"Iron God? What kind of strange name is that? She's a Battle Maiden."
"Please wait a moment."
Lin Zhiwei ran to a drawer on the side, took out a treasured picture album, titled 'Records of Famous Generals Against the Blade,' flipped through a few pages, and held the picture album up for the figure in the corner to see.
Ling Tong, wearing a silver-white, form-fitting, pressure-resistant suit and helmet, was standing on a pile of Blade Beast corpses in the picture album, gazing at the densely packed Blade Beast tide in front of her, the destruction cannon on her mechanical arm already activated.
The man in the corner seemed to be excited as well.
"What happened to her? When was this taken!"
"This was during the Mars Victory! It was this senior who turned the tide during the Mars Victory, withstood the pressure, and steadfastly and arduously opened up the situation!"
Lin Zhiwei grinned:
"She's the exam god of our dormitory; we worship her before every exam, and we always pass!
"Oh right, her nickname is Iron Rain, meaning her offensive is like rain, so we all call this senior Iron God.
"She's currently one of the commanders of the Expeditionary Force, and also the most renowned heroic general in the military!"
Wang Ji Xuansong let out a breath.
He asked gently, "Can I take a look?"
"Ah, yes, yes…"
Lin Zhiwei was just about to hand the picture album over when the man gently beckoned, and the picture album flew over by itself.
He couldn't even grab it.
The man looked at the picture album for a long time, sighed softly, and then continued to flip through a few more pages, his movements suddenly stopping.
Lin Zhiwei stood on tiptoe to take a look.
The automatic sensor lights in the room, sensing that the man was reading, had already directed the light over.
Lin Zhiwei could now clearly see the man's attire.
A green robe, a Taoist hairpin and hairband, a gentle and mild temperament emanating from within, giving people a sense of tranquility.
Moreover, Lin Zhiwei noticed that the man's skin was translucent, not just fair, but a kind of… he couldn't quite describe it, but he always felt like it had a lot of spirituality, and he really wanted to get closer to him, as if it would be very beneficial.
And what the man was staring at at this moment, gently stroking with his fingers on the picture album, seemed to be…
"Senior, this general is Dongfang Zhenghong. He was once one of the successors of the legendary commander-in-chief Fu Jian, but later died in the D8 War Zone Defense War. Commander-in-chief Fu Jian was very haggard because of this."
"Ah, how is Fu Jian doing?"
"You should add 'Commander-in-chief' when addressing the commander-in-chief!"
Lin Zhiwei frowned and said what his university teacher had seriously said to him.
But in the next instant, he was stunned.
The man looked up, and that young, handsome face, almost unchanged from the one in the book, jumped into his eyes.
"F*ck… Mom, I saw the Black Storm…"