bayedsolid Chapter 1250 - 612: Outside Assistance (2)
Chapter 1250 - 612: Outside Assistance (2)
Although they stole my residual soul avatar to create you, and used various magics to confuse you, weaving various illusory dreams of the Outer Heaven for you.
But in essence, you are something born in the Void Abyss. You are not much different from these non-entities.
You all flew in from an alien world beyond this one, absolutely not something that could be birthed by this world.
No roots, no form, no nature, no fate, like a borrowed body for a soul’s return.
In this world, there is no place for you to settle.
In this world, there is no home for you."
Chen Xuantian remained silent for a moment, chuckling,
"Haha, don’t disturb my Daoist Heart. Do you think I would believe what you say?"
Lingxu also chuckled,
"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn’t matter because you are just a pawn they used to plot against me.
But it doesn’t matter, since you can accept my Nether Spring Path transmission, this time I am here to sever my karma, and naturally, I can lend you a helping hand and guide you through it.
Breaking through the dream may not be possible, but leaving it is not difficult.
The core Tao Domain of this spoon is ’returning home’, and if you want to leave its dream, just think about ’leaving home’.
What’s difficult is not this spoon’s dream, but the dream within that Demon Fetus after it, which will be perilous if you cannot hold your Daoist Heart firm.
However, since you have my Nether Spring Taoist Body as protection and someone behind the scenes pulling the strings, you’ll probably pass this test with some surprises but no danger.
The real threat to you is that sword.
Let me remind you.
The sword is double-edged; that Breaking Dao Divine Sword is meant to slay entities like you.
So every time you wield the sword to slay demons, it will harm you as well.
At most, after three swings of the sword, you’ll also be slain."
Chen Xuantian was speechless,
"Damn it! I can only swing the sword three times! And you want me to slay two fetuses directly?"
Lingxu chuckled,
"Did I tell you to wield this sword?"
Chen Xuantian suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking from a great dream, and looked at the ruins in front of him, momentarily unable to discern whose dream he was actually immersed in.
He turned his head to look at the deep crater from the nuclear explosion, then looked at the distant ruins, and fell silent for a moment, squatting there, thinking of nothing.
Going home, huh.
Indeed, where is home now?
Chen Xuantian was not a particularly sentimental person. Like most novel protagonists, busy with his great adventures in a different world, rarely having thoughts of ’going home’.
Moreover, due to the confidentiality of military units and quantum communication, even after returning from the Taiji Realm to Earth, he was still spending time in the base.
But when he came back to his senses, he realized that the once-familiar homeland, once taken-for-granted peaceful world, had turned into scorched earth in the blink of an eye.
There is no reincarnation or rebirth on Earth, nor reversal of fate.
Death is irreversible, the scars of war are eternal, and once defeated there is no recovering what was lost.
Even if enemies are avenged and punished a thousand-fold, the things lost will never return.
So if that spoon really had such magic power to take Chen Xuantian home, he actually would like to give it a try.
But it’s just a thought.
After all, it has been ten years, and Chen Xuantian has long passed through the stages of denial, anger, grief, and acceptance, realizing that nothing can change the past.
Besides, he is not the type to retrace his steps, not someone who remains stagnant or stuck in the past, unable to move forward.
Yes, though manipulated and plotted against, constantly pushed forward by others, Chen Xuantian will still move forward.
Because while he is timid and hesitant, his main problem is deciding exactly which direction to go.
Because at least he can understand that all those arrangements by the Water Clan were just to find a possibility where most people could survive.
So this time, Lingxu’s sowing discord couldn’t really shake his Daoist Heart.
To be honest, Chen Xuantian doesn’t have much interest in the reincarnation, reversing fate, and saving all life path pursued by the Water Clan.
What’s the point of repeating the cycle endlessly, of looking for the most perfect ending? What’s the point of seeing scenery one already has?
Humans are meant to die, nations will perish, civilizations will decline, and life will find a way; if it cannot, then it cannot.
From the ruins of destruction, new species will eventually emerge, that is the natural cycle, nothing to be entangled with.
Moreover, even if the world really could be reversed and that doomsday, civilization-annihilating ending could be changed...
Would that really be enough?
Could he really forget about how he watched helplessly as his home, comrades, and everything he cared about were wiped away by nuclear bombs, turned to ash in that dream?
Could he just open his eyes, stretch his body, and act as if nothing happened, living happily ever after?
No, he would not accept that.
If there’s a fight, it should end in victory.
Victory means every enemy must be utterly wiped out.
Only after killing all enemies and severing the threads of fate can a world be built where everyone can live happily together.
So, Chen Xuantian leaned back, jumped out of the dream of going home, fell into the abyss of war, moved forward, and entered a new dream.
This place in the dream was very small.
A stone chamber ten feet square, without doors or windows, with walls all around fitted together like mirrors of White Jade, and in the center of the stone chamber, a Lotus Platform-shaped Black Crystal altar shrine was arranged.
Yes, this altar, Chen Xuantian indeed remembered clearly.