September 16, 2505. Fourth Field, Heavy Karma, Beta-4 C27· F591, known planet Antija.

The interstellar ship leaps and sails, breaking through the space barrier and entering the back of space, breaking through the comfort of the laws of physics. Where is the void, the opposite of real space, the mysterious place of conceptual nothingness. The second star field, in the theory of the Taoist school of Beihai, is the reality of the "nothingness" of the mother of all things.

Although the Empire and the Federation, the first interstellar superpowers, have mastered the mature leap technology into the Void. But humanity's knowledge of the void is still very limited.

The research of human civilizations on the void and the leap technology has shown that there is a truth that no one wants to see-

The human starship leaps into the void and does not really enter it.

If the void is compared to an ocean, and space is compared to land, then what a ship jumps into is nothing more than a beach. In other words, the passage of the interstellar jump is nothing more than the superficial surface of the void. Modern void mechanics refers to this as a transition fault. There is also a more interesting name in the market, Hell Border.

In other words, the void is hell.

In the modern model of the world, which is generally accepted, the void is layered, from the superficial to the abyss, and the power of the Santu River will increase exponentially. The more you go into the depths of the void, the farther you are from reality.

The Santu Chuan Force will dismantle all matter, all energy, all concepts, and all laws in the world.

All beings that can be described will eventually disappear conceptually in the process of sinking into the deepest part of the void, and will be completely reduced to "nothing".

Tokiwadai's research on the study of the spirit body reveals an astonishing truth: the flux of the spirit child is not conserved before and after the process of dissipation of the soul that is separated from the dependent container. Later, based on the conjecture established by this experimental imagination, the human soul is divided into a structural spirit body and a conscious soul body. The lost spirit son is the soul body, and the destination of the soul body is the depths of the void sea, the place that humans cannot reach, the deepest part of the void.

All laws fail in the void, unpredictable, incalculable. Humanity has given the deepest part of the void a name, the Sea of Ice.

There, where all souls dissipate, is the mortal underworld.

After Long Qicong traveled around hell, there was always a faint feeling of loss. Think back to the weird girl in the Sky Tower's cocoon. Long Qicong remembered that before he fell unconscious, he had touched the tree. This is how the information about the spiritual veins of the planet Antiga was obtained.

But then, the whole tree suddenly dissipated and disappeared without a trace. Long Qicong seemed to hear the girl's desperate wail at the moment when the spirit tree dissipated, sad and unwilling.

Before he could wonder, he passed out. Then there is the dream that you are traveling to hell, it should be said that you are traveling to hell in a dream. Now Long Qicong can't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

But that's okay anymore.

What Long Qicong cared about was that his grandfather spoke to him in his dream. He was thinking, does this mean that his subconscious life is more important than revenge? So you made such a dream to fool yourself?

No way! This kind of thing must not be allowed!

Long Qicong would rather be a hypocrite than a real villain. As long as a hypocrite doesn't take off his disguise, he can still be regarded as a gentleman, but he is really a villain, and he is a villain at all times.

An Baixue led Long Qicong and walked for nearly an hour before coming to the orphanage in Jiangbei. In the empty courtyard, a new grave stood prominently. There is a wooden board inserted in front of the tomb bag, which is engraved: The tomb of the righteous daughter Lin Xiannai Long Yuan Tianli.

It should be Long Yuantian's righteous daughter who was posthumously recognized out of guilt, right? Long Qi guessed from this, at least he didn't let Lin Xian Nai burst into corpses. This was one of his few friends, and Long Qi bowed three times from the grave heavily.

The orphanage has collapsed, and all that remains of the former church is a ruin. Long Qi roughly identified the direction, found a location and began to dig. An Baixue was about to step forward to help when a slightly excited old voice sounded.

"Oops! What a little servant? Are you okay! If Da Zhuang hadn't said that he saw you, I would have missed it. ”

Long Qi followed the prestige, and it was Grandma Zhao who lived next door to the orphanage. Although his body was stained with mud, he had no external injuries and seemed to have survived the storm safely.

"Well, I'm fine."

Long Qicong set his eyes on An Baixue and asked silently how there were still civilians living in the ruins of the city? An Baixue looked innocent, saying that she didn't know.

Civilians are only poor after all, and even if there is a refugee admission, their treatment priority must be at the back of the list.

"Hey, that's great, those people didn't do anything to you yesterday. I also heard gunshots and wanted to call the police, but there was no phone at home. Hey, why didn't you see your grandfather, Nero's girl? ”

Grandma Zhao looked behind Long Qi, "Xiao Cong, who is this girl?" ”

"This is my sister who adopted me."

"Hey! Good people are rewarded. Girl, let me tell you, you have adopted the right child. The child is smart and filial, and everyone is polite and polite! ”

Grandma Zhao looked very excited, as if her daughter had found a good home.

"Where's your grandfather?"

Long Qi paused from opening his mouth before saying, "Grandpa is gone." After saying that, he lowered his head.

"Gone? Where did it go. ”

Seeing Long Qicong's expression, Grandma Zhao seemed to understand something, and fell silent for a while. Grandma Zhao wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't know what to say. There seems to be something stuck in my throat, and I can't swallow it.

So how can a good person just leave?

"If you are suffering in your new home, come back to grandma, grandma will take care of you, ah. Well? What about your sister Nero? ”

"My sister fell into the Shangjing River."

Grandma was silent for a while, and quickly spoke again to comfort, "Don't worry, I'll inform everyone later, so that everyone can help find it." I'm sure I'll be able to find it, I'll be fine. Nero is such a good girl, rich and noble, she must be fine. ”

Grandma Zhao repeated the same words as if she was convincing herself.

"I'll inform everyone now, I will definitely find it, it will be fine, Nero is such a good girl."

Grandma Zhao is gone. Long Qi watched the old man leave, and only after he was completely gone did he continue his business. He leaned down and dug through the rubble.

A large piece of wreckage was too heavy for him to move. An Baixue quickly came up and lifted the wreckage with one hand. A downward staircase is revealed. Stairs lead to the basement where Grandpa's room is below.

Long Qi looked inside, confirmed the situation, and jumped in. An Baixue was not worried that Long Qi was alone, so she also followed.

An Baixue controlled her spiritual power and emitted a glimmer of light. Roughly able to illuminate the surroundings, Long Qi followed his memories and found his grandfather's room. The gate seemed to be deformed and stuck, and An Baixue said "I'll come" and stepped forward.

The heavy lead-plated door was kicked open. Long Qicong couldn't help but think to himself, An Baixue had a latent tendency to violence. Entering Grandpa's room, there was a rush of looting. Mainly for grandpa's notes and writings.

An Baixue couldn't help but be curious, he originally meant that Long Qicong must have returned here for the sake of heavy treasures. I didn't expect it to be such a few broken books.

"What are these?"

Long Qicong picked up these books and introduced them one by one.

"This is "Lingzi Science", this is "Principles of Technique", this is "Modern Alchemy Materials", "Magic Machinery", "Industrial Theology", "Spiritual Chemistry", ......"

"Are you chanting some kind of incantation?"

Long Qicong was a little embarrassed and said, "These are the modern theologies I talked about before. ”

An Baixue looked at the dozens of books that had been packed into boxes by Long Qicong, and couldn't help but grow her head for a while, and said.

"I thought the Modern Theology you were talking about was the name of a book that transcends the Heavenly Steps! These...... It's really hard to understand. It is said that it is a treasure left behind by a super powerhouse, and no one will believe it. ”

Putting all the books into a box, Long Qicong handed the box to An Baixue to move. He didn't have the strength to carry such a heavy object around. The two left the basement and went outside.

"Modern theology is not a specific practice. Rather, it is a complete set of mature and rigorous theological theories, which can be said to be exercises for the cultivation of the country. Small wisdom self-cultivation, great wisdom to govern the country. ”

An Baixue didn't understand much, but he still felt very powerful.

Modern theology is a system of theories developed over thousands of years in the midst of brutal wars between great powers. After experiencing the tempering of war, it has become the pillar of the national strength of a great country. Unlike Xiuxian Fantasy, which is committed to picking quarrels and provoking troubles, fighting and brawling, this is a real war skill. It is the sword that measures the land between the stars.

"I don't understand."

Long Qicong scratched his head and thought for a moment.

"There are also things for personal use, such as this book "Principles of Surgery". Modern theology holds that pure theology should be a one-size-fits-all discipline. Therefore, the technique must be simplified and returned to the basics. To this end, the most refined and indivisible units are extracted, and the actual role of each unit is clarified. On this basis, a system of modern theological techniques was established. ”

Seeing it, An Baixue had already shown a puzzled look. Long Qicong stopped there, he realized that he had fallen into the trap of knowledge, and changed his approach.

"For example, I'm going to restore the building now. Time, state, identification, classification, reconstruction, ......" does not have an existing restoration method in the operation library, and Long Qicong can only construct the method on the spot by himself.

Mobilizing a little spiritual power in the air, Long Qicong's hand formed a spell talisman one by one. What Long Yuantian handed over to him was that Drager implemented the old empire type 2 standard - the ring tower configuration, so the form of the spell symbol is a ring, and the composition of the spell is a tower.

I saw Long Qi appear one after another from the rings in his hand, turning shrewdly like gears, stacked together. Some small ones are embedded in the large ring, and the large ring is directly suspended in concentric circles alone, like a tower layer by layer. Some of the layers are also surrounded by a satellite-like ring, which is the most additional to this layer.

As the number of layers increased, more and more sweat broke out from Long Qi's head. Finally reached the limit of his ability, whether he succeeded or not, he could only launch. Immediately, Long Qicong stimulated the technique.

The rubble fragments of the building trembled, and then ...... And then it didn't move. Long Qi's technique from his hand also collapsed instantly. Scratching his head a little embarrassed, he looked at An Baixue embarrassedly and said.

"Well, that's a false example. There was no stability test before the use of the technique, and there were some problems with the overall composition logic, and the spiritual power output was also a little insufficient. It was too hasty, and I didn't get it right for a while......"

An Baixue bent down to pick up a brick. She had clearly seen that the brick was two broken pieces, but in the trembling moment, she saw with her own eyes that the two pieces were combined. When she picked it up now and looked closely, she found that there was not a single crack in the brick.

It's as if it never broke.

In the thousand-year-old history of Antiga, countless powers have appeared. Those mighty powers burned the sky and boiled the sea, split the mountains and split the earth, and showed the power of destruction. However, there are probably not many of them who can reunite the broken mirror and restore the broken sword.

At least, when they were eight or nine years old, they certainly didn't have this ability.

Modern theology, terrifying. With such miraculous skills, who still practices the classical theology of Nalaoshzi, not to mention eating resources, and still closes the dead pass for decades at every turn. It's as if you don't squat in the hole for decades, sorry for his realm.

"Little Cong! Can you teach me this? I want to learn! ”

"Yes, yes, but it's what teachers do. I ......"

Without waiting for Long Qicong to finish speaking, An Baixue bowed directly and bowed.

"Teacher!"

Long Qi couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't say or teach, but this An Baixue came up and the teacher called. It made the atmosphere a little awkward.

"I'll teach!"

An Baixue showed a bright smile, took Long Qi Cong into her arms, and kissed Long Qi from the cheek. She was thrilled to think that Long Qi was only eight or nine years old and could do something that was difficult for many great powers to do with modern theology. This indicates that it won't be long before she can beat Aunt Bing.

How much fun that is. Maybe in the future, if you see any Mahayana realm powerhouse, what immortal venerable, what martial emperor, what emperor, nothing is empty, and it will be a slam to go up and click. Hammer until you beg for mercy!