Ammonia and Mozhu walk hand in hand on the chaotic streets.

Along the way, they were attacked in large numbers.

In chaotic times, people hate ugly things even more, including looks.

And Mozhu is the type where the second look is uglier than the first!

If it weren't for the symbiosis with ammonia, Mozhu would never have let go of these "disgusting" ingredients!

"Zheng!"

The long, piercing siren went off.

The announcer's sweet voice came over the radio:

"Here's an announcement, the Minister of Spiritual Construction of the Empire will unleash her magical power in three minutes—[Spiritual Swamp]!"

The announcement was only reported once, and the people who were busy fighting for power and profit, and became heroes in troubled times, did not care.

Ten minutes before using his supernatural powers [Spiritual Swamp], Momoshi remembered a sentence that his enlightenment teacher had said to him:

"Baby, do you know why humans don't cherish it? That's the price of wisdom! ”

Ah, Momothy sighed lightly: "We haven't evolved for a long time......"

Ten minutes later, ripples appeared on Ahmomoshi's body, as gentle as water, soft and warm as light.

The propagation of the Spirit Swamp Ripple uses the most advanced move, [Ultra Chain Reaction].

An ordinary chain reaction is like dominoes, falling down in an orderly manner, and a super-chain reaction is like a domino exposed to a storm, and any node can become an ignition endpoint.

The earth, mountains, rivers, even flowers, birds, insects, raindrops and fallen leaves, almost every object emits beautiful pale blue ripples.

The first person to feel sick and uncomfortable was a shrew screaming on the side of the street. She was greeting the eighteenth generation of the old farmer who bought vegetables with "witty words", and she suddenly stopped talking.

She never thought that thinking about it was such an important and beautiful thing!

Just like an ordinary person with a broken finger, he never thought that his finger was so important and beautiful.

Heavenly Death Cultivator is a pair of all, all the "naïve" people who have illusions about the future and are taking action - the general!

All human beings who are trapped in the spiritual swamp, the more they think, the less they can think!

This is a lock on human intelligence!

Many years ago, the poet's metaphor came true, and thinking is like fireworks, which bloom and disappear without a trace.

Su Long has thought of countless methods, but he has never thought of such a desperate method!

He opened his mouth in surprise and couldn't close it for a long time.

"Heavenly Death Xiuyi, Heavenly Death Xiuyi, what did the human being do wrong when he fell to the ground, and let you use such ruthless methods!"

However, it was Homo sapiens that suffered the most. Homo sapiens who still live in the main space have only one chance left to think!

After one time, they lose all ability to think and become truly vegetative.

Now, it's time for the most dangerous.

At this time, Su Long is more like Ji Wusheng before he crossed over, and still retains the thinking of "primitive society".

Believe that no matter what, as long as you put in the effort, the price, and a little luck, you will have a chance to succeed.

However, this higher world dealt him a heavy blow: in our world, you can't even think! What else can you do??

At the same time, the ghost opens up a separate space for ammonia and ink beads.

The ghost that exists as a fantasy life form materialized for the first time. This is the equivalent of human death. After death, humans may become ghosts, and similarly, after death, ghosts may also become living beings! (This is a carbon-oxygen cycle at the level of life, but earthlings have never seen that special kind of "sunshine"!) ）

After the ghost turned into a physical life, she was a beautiful girl with no arms. She touched Mozhu's face lightly with her cheek, and a happy smile spread across her face.

"I love you, Mozhu. I love you, mom! ”

Tears rolled down the ink's uneven face, stained gray.

Mozhu looked a little overwhelmed, as if she had forgotten her happy expression.

I thought about it for a long time...... She hugged the ghost gently, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

The ghost closed his eyes and fell asleep sweetly.

And then...... Dissipated!

She only has so much to live.

Mozhu quickly accepted this fact, but there was a slight regret in her heart - I hadn't kissed her yet.

The reddish film of space that enveloped the two began to slowly shrink, and finally melted into their skin.

"What's her name?" Mozhu asked softly.

"Xiao Yao." Ammonia replied.

Mozhu: "Why is it called that?" ”

Ammonia: "It was the first name that came to mind for our children. ”

The spiritual swamp unfolded, and almost all the transcendents hid in separate spaces, and then closed the entrance and exit to prevent the ripple-carrying humans from mixing in, causing pollution of the spiritual swamp.

Since then, the Empire has entered the era of space and ocean!

The 90% of the human beings who continue to live on the "Dead Sea" created by the spiritual swamp have officially begun the Warring States Period, which belongs to mortals and low-level abilities.

Here, [thinking value] became the only currency.

After the spiritual swamp unfolded, the Empire shut down all surveillance equipment. In the absence of surveillance, certain groups that have been dormant for centuries are beginning to move.

In the middle of the wilderness in the western part of the empire, there was a small town of hundreds of people, and in the middle of the town there was a well.

The mouth of the well is one meter wide and covered with moss.

The villagers live a life of men ploughing and women weaving, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Different from the peaceful and comfortable life outside the well, at this time, the well is already a lively scene of mountains and tsunamis!

There is a community of millions of beings living here!

On this day, a creature with a canopy of head, a machine-like body, and an octopus on the lower half of its body stood on the National Mall and gave an uplifting speech.

All the people kept their canopies in good order, and there was not a trace of debris or dead leaves on them.

The King's voice is transmitted to each person's database (the brains of these races) through an electric field that each citizen carries and interconnects with each other.

"We are all descendants of the God of Wisdom, and the Brahman is nothing but a tool of the God of Wisdom, and we are the true descendants of the God of Wisdom!

We're fed up with this cramped space, and we deserve more.

Struggle, all those with lofty ideals!

Take back our land and meet our god of wisdom!

Announce to the world that our nuclides are back!

……”

The first nuclides climbed up the wellhead and saw the wider sky.

At the same time, ripples appeared on their bodies, and even micron-level nuclide people fell into a spiritual swamp.

However, they are not afraid, they have the ability to replace and repair, unlike humans who have the ability to heal themselves, they are like robots, they can freely replace every organ of the body, including the brain!