Taiyi ......

Even in legend, the priesthood also includes the range of the sun, and some people believe that the two are actually the same. But in fact, the difference between Dongjun and Taiyi is the same as that between the cabinet chief and the emperor.

Even if he looks beautiful, he is actually just a high-level worker.

And the other is the true ruler of all things.

As the supreme god of the Dongxia region, he is also one of the few powerful gods in the world several times...... How many scholars even believed that this god did not exist at all after observation and deduction, and that it was just a fiction for the sun god Dongjun.

Otherwise, how could there not be a shred of divinity that survives to this day?

It's a pity that the fall and disappearance of the gods is still an unsolved case, not to mention the Taiyi, who disappeared thousands of years ago.

Whether its existence is true or not, no one has been able to prove.

But now, the crow threw out such a bombshell news in front of Huai Shi without warning, which made Huai Shi's brain almost shut down on the spot.

"'Taiyi'...... Is it real?"

"yes. ”

The crow calmly replied, "It did exist, even if it only existed for a moment...... But there is no doubt that this miracle was once passed down in the world. ”

Huai Shi swallowed dryly and foamed, and her heart was already a little eager to try, but before that, at least there were some questions that needed to be asked.

"What is the success rate?"

"You can rest assured. The raven said, "If you can make it, it's 100 percent!"

“......”

Huai Shi was speechless.

Am I just a guinea pig for pathfinders?

I'm afraid that there is a violent tomorrow waiting for me!

"Didn't I say that the Heavenly Genealogy had completed a total of seven and a half paths of sublimation?" the crow looked at him innocently: "This is the other half of the ......"

In fact, the Path of Heaven is a half-finished product that the Ideal State has not been able to complete until its fall.

Although it has been proved that this path of sublimation ultimately points to the sun god Dongjun, after real verification, it is found that Dongjun is actually still not the limit in theory.

It should be able to go further.

But then, no matter what method is used, it will not be able to build on this level.

And in countless simulation experiments, no matter what method is used, Dongjun's stigma will directly collapse and turn into an ignorant artificial sun.

Maybe there's something that has been overlooked, or maybe there's something wrong that hasn't been noticed.

This is a difficult hurdle that has not been overcome until the fall of heaven. Until the division of the ideal country, no one has ever been able to achieve Dongjun, let alone try Taiyi.

"Rest assured, since I say that, I'm 100 percent sure of success. ”

The raven comforted him, "Besides, aren't all the stigmata on you?

As she spoke, she raised her wings and patted Huai Shi's shoulder, and made a sincere and frank promise: "Even if you don't want to enter Taiyi at that time, I will never force you!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!" the crow replied habitually, "Will my sister still lie to you?"

Huai poem: "......"

Raven: "......"

In the silence, Huai Shi looked directly at the crow, and the crow also blinked at him innocently, and there was sincerity and kindness in his eyes.

It looked very believable, but Huai Shi couldn't help but feel a chill in her back.

It always feels like her arrangements are already on the way......

"I have a question. ”

Huai Shi said suddenly.

"Well, you ask. Raven said.

"I want to hear the truth, and I need your assurance for your words. ”

When she spoke, Huai Shi's expression was unprecedentedly serious, and she stared straight at the black-hearted woman in front of her:

"—Are you Taiyi?"

"No, it's not. ”

The crow shook his head and asked in confusion: "What are you thinking?" There are only three surviving gods in the current world, and apart from the white crown king who no longer knows his life and death, there is only one in the American lineage, and there is one in the surviving courtyard...... Do you think if there really is a god alive, will the Astronomical Society know if it is not?"

She paused for a moment, and then became happy: "Oh, in your heart, is my sister and my image so glorious and great? ”

“......”

Huai Shi was speechless: what she said was indeed right.

There are only three surviving gods left.

It's hard to determine if he's still alive, there's an existence within the House of Survival whose identity is extremely secret, and the one of the American lineages who is now barely holding up the big picture.

Aside from these three, there could be no gods left in this world.

"Besides, if I were a goddess......"

The crow asked earnestly, "Aren't you licking a dog?"

Huai Shi rolled her eyes again.

How wrong do you have to think that this unreliable black-hearted woman is a god? If she were a god, the world would have fallen into hell a long time ago, right?

But even though he knew in his heart that this was just his own nonsense, he still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the moment.

I couldn't help but really start thinking about her suggestion.

Whether it is Dongjun and Taiyi, it is too far away for him.

Now Huai Shi's top priority is to grasp the stigma of Shao Si's life first, otherwise he hasn't even touched the object's little hand, what's the point of thinking about the child's name in the future?

He was considering whether to use the method offered by the crow.

Some of my hearts moved.

Just as the crow knew what he was going to do in the first place, he knew he couldn't resist the temptation to do so.

Raise a horde of hell of your own.

There is indeed nothing wrong with killing three birds with one stone.

It's okay to think about it in the long run.

"But the problem is ......"

Huai Shi's most troublesome point: "If you do this, will it cause the current situation to be distorted?"

As the red stick thug of the Command Bureau, you say that you are secretly an ideal country's two or five boys, but you also have to secretly rub the communication hell and raise a bunch of demons and monsters to be horse boys.

This is no longer the level of knowing the law and breaking the law.

No one knows that the book of fate is in your pocket, but you can't hide it from others if you raise a group of hellish people. What if his old leader sends a report letter, and then the four major legions fall from the sky and serve him in a pot?

"Distorted situation?

The crow was amused: "Silly boy, I don't look down on you...... Even if you freeze it now, you won't be a threat to the current situation.

Besides, raising demons and monsters in the abyss is a tradition of the ideal country? In the past, they used hell as a pigpen, raising a wave and killing a wave was like cutting leeks...... If you really want to check this, the top 100 people will not be able to kill you, so you can rest assured and boldly earn correction value.

Even if the world suffers, it is definitely not your own pot. ”

Correction value, distortion.

Both are a term for change, a unit that quantifies changes in the current situation, and at the same time, they are also a factor in measuring depth.

Miracles and calamities depend on this.

In this regard, the crow did not say much, but simply told Huai Shi: "If the change is good, then it can be called a correction in general, and if this change is bad, then it can be called a distortion."

The two are not constant, and sometimes they are transformed and imaged into each other. I'm afraid that the specific calculation method can only be figured out by the department in charge of the Doomsday Clock in the Surviving Hospital.

All you need to know is a little bit better. ”

"The higher the modifier, the closer the world is to Paradise. ”

The raven said, "And the higher the distortion, the closer the world is to hell......"

Huai Shi suddenly: "The two cancel each other out and form the current situation, right? ”

"......" The crow didn't speak, just looked at him in confusion.

Until he sensed something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"No, just found out that you may have misunderstood something. ”

The crow raised its wings and scratched its little head, and was silent for a long time before asking, "Do you think that the two values are actually two sides of the same coin, like the two ends of the scale, and the weight can cancel each other?"

"Isn't that so?"

Huai Shi felt that something was wrong.

"I also wish it was right, but alas, it wasn't. ”

The raven sighed, "The saddest thing is ...... The two sides are actually counted separately.

There is no such thing as positive and negative counter-elimination, balance between good and evil, Huai poems, the two exist together, and both are bringing their own influence. ”

This world exists between the two poles.

It's like the rope of a tug-of-war.

Infinitely close to Paradise, and at the same time, infinitely close to Hell, so madly hovering between the two. It may be both, but more often than not, it's hard to tell the difference.

In the long silence, Huai Shi froze in place.

He recalls the sights he saw in his dreams when he advanced.

The glorious present, the countless splendid borders that surround it, the dark abyss, and the desolate world in the deepest part of hell, the dead everything.

In a vague trance, I seemed to understand something.

But it's hard to understand.

"What exactly is Hell?" he looked at the crow blankly, "To what extent and what kind of world can really be called Hell?"

Such a simple question made the crow fall silent.

After a long time, she whispered: "Huaishi, the so-called hell, is the place where change has been lost. ”

"Change?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter what you call entropy increase and heat death, at that point, everything will become a pool of stagnant water, trapped in eternal solidification, and should come to an end. ”

She said: "To be more precise, it should be the world that has come to an end, the world that has been, the world that has long since died, a place where there is no hope and no way forward......

When a world dies, the wreckage it leaves behind is hell. ”

"At that time, all you see will be the outline of what has been changed beyond recognition, and the ashes of those beautiful things that are worthy of praise have been burned out after a long time, and have lost their original appearance after a long time......

The tombstones and tombs of a world will eventually usher in the final destination of all things.

The old world is in ruin, buried, and along with the past. Then a new world rises up in hell and ushers in a new tomorrow until tomorrow no longer comes......"

"Everything will change, and everything will stop changing, just as the stars will fall, the sun will go out, and the heroes will die.

Layers of old worlds are constantly buried, turning into fossils hidden deep beneath the earth, sinking into eternal darkness. ”

In the midst of this long narrative, she gazed at her contractor and told him word for word:

"I think this should be hell, Huaishi. ”

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After finishing the conversation in the morning, Huai Shi's mood fell into a depression.

I can't get any motivation.

He sat on the sofa and basked in the sun outside the window, and for I don't know how long, he fell asleep. By the time he was woken up by the sound outside the window, it was already afternoon.

He got up from the sofa, folded the blanket that Uncle Fang had quietly covered him, and when he walked to the window, he saw a vast expanse of silver and white.

Countless pure white snow powder fell in the wind, stained the windows, and melted in the warm air of the air conditioner, leaving behind on the windowsill, condensing into wisps of frost.

Unbelievable.

Huai Shi raised her hand and pressed it against the window, feeling the actual cold temperature, still unable to believe what she was looking for: "It's snowing?"

"yes. ”

In the corner of the living room, crows hummed songs, rolled up small flowers and decorations, and bounced up and down to dress up their enamel cloisonné birdcages bought from antique stores.

"When you advanced, you slept for more than half a month. She turned around and said, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day, haven't you noticed yet?"

Huai Shi took out her phone from her pocket and stared at the date on it with wide eyes.

December 31.

That's what it takes...... New Year's Day?

It seems like I've slept for a long time, and when I open my eyes, the whole world is different.

Huai Shi pushed open the door and felt a cold comfort in the cold wind. And in the courtyard, the fat horse, who had never seen snow, was carrying Beelzebub in his mouth, excitedly spreading joy in the courtyard, and chirping in a high-pitched voice.

Huai Shi scratched her hair helplessly, looking at its more and more rounded outline for a while, and suddenly had a headache: "It's all fat like this." ”

What did Uncle Fang feed it?

- If you are so fat, will you still be able to run in the future?

In the future, if I ride it out, I'm afraid I'm going to be called 'Prince Fat Horse', right?

Sensing the disrespectful eyes of the little brother, Bai Ma snorted coldly, raised his nostrils and sprayed two hot breaths on his face, raised his head proudly, and turned to leave.

Well, and a screaming Beelzebub in his mouth.

I don't know why, but I love this new toy...... It's like a tape recorder, kicking your feet when you're idle, waiting for it to talk about cross talk and storytelling.

Okay.

Huai Shi looked helplessly at the iron book that kept spitting fragrant from the horse's mouth, and waved it to ask for more blessings.

In this family, the status of horses is higher than that of themselves.

Life is really unbearable.

But when the snow fell on his shoulders, feeling the cold, and the hustle and bustle of the city under the mountain in the distance, Huai Shi's mood suddenly brightened.

Stretching out his hand and then the falling snowflakes, he sighed: "It's almost the New Year." ”

Time flies.

But when I look around now, it feels so long.

In July, he became an ascension.

In August, he took revenge and killed Qi Wen.

At the end of August on the Mayflower, in September it was on the rookie race.

Then it was the Night of the Witches, and then the stars......

went around all the way, and finally became a young master.

It only took five months.

It's so short, but when I think about it, I feel so fulfilling.

It's like sitting on a roller coaster, driving so fast that you can't even find where the brakes are.

Life is so different and at the same time, it has become so busy and noisy.

I got my wish, I had a family, and I got strength......

Before the age of seventeen, he longed for a change in his life, but when this change came, he never imagined that it would be so violent.

It can be expected that there will be continuous changes in the future, right?

His life will go on like this.

Just as the world will continue to run.

Everything is subject to change.

Maybe one day, death will come as promised...... But isn't it too early for me to worry about something so far away?

In the heavy snow that gradually fell, Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh softly.

Feel free to throw the snowflakes off your fingertips.

He turned and walked inside.

Waiting for the New Year to come.