The shadow of Lalaye had been seen on the sea.

It was a strange and grotesque city, its shadow looming in the mist of the sea, as if it were hanging in the air, and as if it were floating on the surface of the sea.

The moment you see it, everything will be deeply attracted to it, it is like an eyeball-shaped vortex, or a black hole, and even light cannot escape its bondage.

It is a mausoleum of an old god, or rather an altar, and more likely just a lie. When someone calls out reverently under the megalithic statue of Laleiye, the voice will be amplified countless times so much that it will spread to all corners of the universe.

It is the beginning of life and the end of all things, and no living creature in the universe can escape the fate of meeting it.

And there slumbered their king, who commanded them to wait there.

The black waves receded in both directions, and not even a single white spray was raised. The sea breeze whirled and whirled, turning the air into claw marks that tore through the heaviness of the night. Huge and eerie green boulders rose from the dark abyss, like a strange royal flag, and the moment the royal flag was unfurled, it was the time when the gods awoke.

The boulders emitting a bright green light are spliced together to form a tower, the body of the tower is twisted and twisted, the edges and corners are strange, and the shape is arrogant. Everyone who looks directly at that city feels disgust from the bottom of their hearts, and that disgust comes from the root of human beings, and that is a kind of sin and guilt.

Because they are parasites.

They parasitize this mottled land with vile and brutal means, they try to become the masters of this land, they cultivate, they profligate, they claim to be kings.

Every born is guilty, and what awaits them is punishment, and the way of this punishment is to live.

So, they need salvation.

The way of salvation is very simple, so simple that you just need to go forward, keep going, all the way to the end of samsara.

If the world is a Möbius ring, then no matter where you start, no matter which direction you go, after endless years, you will eventually return to square one. You've been walking in one direction all the time, and you've come back to where you are, not so much that you've gone through a whole cycle of reincarnation, but that you've never taken a single step at all.

Until one day, a gap appeared on the Möbius ring, it suddenly disconnected, regained its calm in the twist, and it lay there, like a straight line.

That fracture became half of its beginning, half of its end.

It's a game, a game of redemption, and everyone, or rather, every player, is waiting for that break to appear, and that's their only chance. Only that break can allow them to touch the end of samsara.

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The galaxy is shining, and there is a little light in the endless darkness. A saint once said: The universe is not dark, it is as bright as silver, the black layer is just a cover, the stars are the loopholes of its lies, and the light they reveal is the origin of all things.

He smiled, and it wasn't unreasonable. The universe is full of dark matter, and it is these dark things that obscure the original light of the universe, and those shining stars are truly rare, if compared to those endless dark matter.

He turned back quietly, reached out and stroked the carvings on the wall, and a cold touch came from his fingertips, making his mind indescribably clear. The walls of these spaceships, which are made of compiled metal, run on the energy generated by the annihilation of positive and antimatter, and continuously transmit energy to all corners of the spacecraft, and they are both carriers and operators.

This is the ship's manned cabin, and the passengers are all sleeping in the icy hibernation pod, and he himself is the only person awake in the entire ship.

The huge oval sleeping pod is neatly arranged in front of the inner wall, connected to the wall, and the biting chill emanating from the compiled metal keeps the passengers alive. These dormant people are very slow in their life activities, and almost only the brain and heart are still working in the whole body.

Trunk tubes made of compiled metal connected their brains, glittering in the dimly lit crew capsule. He blinked, staring at the points of light, like staring at the stars in the dark night, and he was silent, not making a sound.

Suddenly, there was a change in the manned capsule, and the sleeping pods that had been arranged in the previous row moved, some of them were raised, some of them were lowered, and they changed positions. They move on the inner wall of the compiled metal without making a sound, as if they were part of the wall.

Soon, the oval hibernation pods stopped moving, and they were now arranged in a triangular shape, with many dormant pods in the bottom row, but the number of each layer decreased in turn, until the top of the wall, which was the top row of the triangular shape, and there were only a few dormant pods left.

"Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest?" He smiled, a mocking expression on his face. Then, casually in the air in front of him, the inner wall of the compiled metal immediately projected a holographic light screen in front of him, and some pictures were displayed on the light screen.

"Oh?" He swiped his finger with interest and flipped through the photos displayed on the light screen. The people in the photo all look young, the oldest is no more than 30 years old, and the youngest is only 15 or 6 years old. These men and women were dressed in a variety of costumes, some in flowing robes, others in armor that shimmered with cold light.

Soon, he finished flipping through the photos, his finger resting on the last one.

The final photograph shows a man with long, inky black hair draped behind his back and an equally jet-black robe. This man's eyes were like electricity, as if he could shoot out of the light screen, and he couldn't help but froze when he saw it. The man's neck was bare on the outside of the robe, and there was a brilliant galaxy mark on his snow-white skin, which extended all the way to the man's left chest hidden under the robe, and seemed to finally entrench there.

The strangest thing is that the man is holding a long sword as bright as a mirror in his hand, and the sword body reflects everything around him like a crystal, and the man's face is also reflected in it. But when I looked closely, the face of the man who appeared in the mirror was completely different from the man himself, it was actually a woman.

The woman's hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and she was also wearing a robe, but white. In the woman's hand, she dragged a golden tripod while holding a cyan long sword. Her face does bear some resemblance to a man's, but it is indeed as beautiful as a woman's.

He looked away from the woman reflected in the sword, and returned to the man, only to see a conch-like thing floating in the air in front of him.

The conch had long thorns on it, and there were many pink holes at the tip, and when you looked through those holes, you couldn't see anything, only the silent darkness responded.

"Is that you?" He looked into the eyes of the man in the photo, as if he were talking to him, but he knew that it was impossible for the man in the photo to hear his own voice. Because at this moment, the man is sleeping in the hibernation pod on the top floor.

"Want to become a master of the show?" He smiled, with a hint of desolation in his laughter, "Your redemption is not yet complete!" ”

At this time, the spacecraft was passing through a brilliant sea of stars, which, when viewed from a distance, was shaped like a pair of encircling wings.

"When the wings of redemption are fully deployed, the final redemption will be completed, the world will usher in the end of reincarnation, and human beings will become myths."